#sorry again if youre scrolling past this aaaaaa

[honeyhobbs]

Elliot knight signed my print and he was so nice as usual 😭 even got him to talk about sinbad a little lol. And the tubby drawing!!!! Ugh it's the best tubby he looks so cute in the hat

[envy-of-the-apple]

Omg hi are your requests still open??? No pressure!

Unfortunately I am here as a Mahito simp and your twoshot of him has me in a chokehold. I’ve re-read that an ungodly amount of times now. That said, I can’t get the thought out of my head of Mahito noncon-ing a reader he likes who can’t see him, who is eventually able to see him in the midst of the act. Aaaaaa

sfjklsdkljsdkfjsdklfjsdlksj oh my god bestie you absolute genius hold on- alsosorrythistooksolong

(Dark!Mahito x reader)

Bed Bugs

(Yandere, dark content, implied somno, noncon, dubcon, choking-but veryvery brief)

You've been waking up sore lately.

Maybe you aren't sleeping, right? Maybe it's your bed. It might not be expensive, but you bought it solely for comfort.

The pain comes from your thighs. Aching. Numb. And if you looked closely, you swore you could see bites-

Bed bugs. That had to be it.

"I hate those fuckers," your friend groans, "I got a couple bites when I was staying in that cheap motel back in California? Lasted for a week."

"I was looking at exterminators. Everything's so expensive these days," you mutter, swirling your latte, "I don't even know how I got them. Ridiculous."

She hums. The cafe was quiet during this time, not too many customers. The two of you were tucked away in a booth, still nursing the expensive coffee. You'd already heard her rant about the inflation.

"Y'know, my friend's older brother has some kinda' homerun pest control gig. I can ask him about it. Maybe he can give you a discount? I'm pretty sure he specializes in termites but I don't think there's a real difference."

You eye her. "Yeah, no. Termites aren't in any way close to bed bugs. Besides, don't they use acid for termites? I'd still like to sleep on a bed that doesn't give me skin problems."

"See? I'm giving you solutions, and you keep rejecting them," your friend sighs, "I give up. I think you just got roommates now."

You laugh, about to respond, when you feel something dangerously close to your inner thigh. You glance down. Nothing.

"Uh, speaking of roommates, what did you say was happening with yours?" You change the subject, shifting in the booth.

"Oh yeah! Her and Dan are getting pretty serious, I think she's gonna move out soon."

"Oh really?" The touch came back. Harder. More insistent. You gasp when something grabs you by the hips, squeezing.

Your friend gives you a look. "You okay?"

You look around again. Nothing. Again.

"Um, yes! I am." You managed to respond, "Sorry, sorry, just....long day."

You clear your throat, plastering on a smile as you listen to her prattle about the drama in her life. Her voice distracts you from your thoughts swirling in your mind. Each getting more ridiculous than the last. 

You swore it felt like a...hand.

Work kicked your ass today. 

You'd never been so tired, practically falling asleep on the train. Crowded as always. You scrunched your nose as yet another person conveniently forgot to wear deodorant that day. Wonderful. 

At least, the day was over. You could resign to being as unproductive as possible for the rest of your night. 

You scroll through the forum. Almost everyone said that bed bugs- Cimex lectularius because now you've researched them so much you know their scientific name- are a losing battle. The final verdict is to get rid of your mattress immediately. Either that, or you'd need to call a specialized exterminator that cost at least twice the price of your current mattress. You didn't know which was the worst deal. 

You ignore the first few touches. Trains. Crowded area. People who don't understand boundaries. It's the swipe on your ass that makes you turn around and glare at the likely culprit. A sleazy-looking man in his late-forties. He barely even reacts, just arching a brow at your look. 

Typical. You inch away from him, squeezing past the other bodies until you're well past the other side. You lean against the window, blocking yourself from any other unwanted touches. Finally. Some peace. 

Until it started back up again. 

Something solid presses against you. Like-like a wall. Insistent, begging to be noticed. You're forced back, squished against the already small space. It wasn't your imagination. You can't delude yourself. It was real. A real hand was pressing against your pants, right above your clothed pussy. 

But there was no one there. 

What the fuck. 

The rhythm is rough, forceful as the hand starts grinding on your clit, sending tingles up your spine. You let out a confused whine, slapping a hand over your mouth as you squirm fruitlessly against whatever the fuck this thing was. You can't stop it. It's too much. Too sudden. You want it to stop but it takes you higher and higher and higher and-

It's gone just when the train rolls to a stop. All at once, the opposing wall disappears. You stumble out of the doors, legs shaking, panting. 

There's a whisper of a laugh right by your ear. You realize you're very wet.

What. The. Fuck. 

You could have deluded yourself into thinking it was a hallucination. That you were so tired from work you had an orgasm untouched. It sounded ridiculous, but it was plausible, right? Stranger things have happened. 

But, it just kept happening. 

The touches range. Sometimes, it's just a brush against your shoulder. A poke on your cheek. Other times it's more insistent. You can still remember the sharp spank on your ass in your very much-alone apartment. 

You were starting to think you might not be so alone, anymore. 

The worst was when you were out in public. It always happened in public. You'd be at work, typing on your computer when you'd feel a sensation on your pussy, grinding on you until you're close to cumming. When you'd break away to hide away in the bathroom, you'd always find your panties soaked.

Sometimes, you find yourself typing something ridiculous on your computer. Are ghosts real? Can apparitions touch the living? 

In one of these rabbit holes, you stumble across the word Spectrophillia. Forums of tons and tons of people sharing their own experiences that are eerily similar to yours. A woman describes her encounter with her own aspiration, saying that the thing had physical teeth, a physical tongue, a physical- 

You stop reading after that. A horny ghost. Is that seriously what you were dealing with? You weren't raised religiously, so the idea wasn't very appealing. 

Luckily, your doctor was a woman of science. 

"The symptoms you're describing are a very common indication of stress." She types away on her computer. 

You eye her, both in relief and incredulous. "Really?" 

"Of course," she says, "Trust me, people have come up with crazier stories. Now." She turns back to you, clicking her pen before writing a couple things down on her clipboard.

"I'll prescribe you diazepam. Take one two hours after you've eaten before night." She instructs. "Come back if you feel anything out of the norm." 

You nod, still a bit dazed by her answer. Stress, that's seriously all that this was? 

But it worked, oddly enough. The first night back from the clinic, you stopped feeling those pseudo touches. Your insomnia started going away. You started getting a proper sleep cycle. For the first time in weeks, things were starting to work in your favor.

And then you wake up to the sounds of your bed moving. 

Creaking. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. 

Also, you feel...good. Really really good. Tingles shoot up your spine. A pleased sigh unconsciously escapes from your lips as the pleasure between your thighs grows. You're still incoherent, hips following the feeling. Hands are wrapped around your wrists, pressing them against the mattress. There's a puff of air against your ear. Tongue and teeth that nip against your throat. 

It feels like a wet dream, you think. Blearily, you open your eyes, fully prepared to see some Hollywood actor, your crush from work, a cute stranger. 

You see nothing but the ceiling. But the pressure only increases. 

Immediately, all sleep is gone. You wiggle and squirm under the sudden weight. Weight that shouldn't be possible, considering there's nothing there. Your scream is blocked by a hand clamping itself over your windpipe, squeezing. 

The panic is immediate. You're writhing, doing whatever you can to get air into your lungs. It's not working. You can't move your hands. You can't move your legs. You're dying you're dying you're-

"Can you see me now?" 

You can see him. 

You were expecting something a bit less inhuman. Apart from the stitches that litter his face, he looks familiar, in terms of shape that is. Two human eyes. A human head. Human lips that are curved into a grin. Human skin. 

He looks so normal. And that makes whatever is happening even more scary. 

He releases your throat, and you're sucking in mouthfuls of air, regulating your breathing. He hums in clear delight, leaning away so he straddles you. He tuts when you start crying, sobs wracking your shivering body. 

"Is that all you can do?" He clicks his tongue like he's disappointed in you. 

"Get off," you wheeze, wiggling away, "Get-get off." 

"Why? You were enjoying it a couple of minutes ago." It? You glance down at the mess of bedsheets, where he's still inside you, lazily grinding his cock back into your wet hole. 

Nothing about this makes sense. What was he doing-How can he be-How is he even real when you couldn't see him before? You can't think; your mind is still drowsy on fatigue and the medication. Fuck the medication? Is that why you can barely even struggle?

"What a-are you?" You manage to slur out, words slipping around your tongue like butter. 

He laughs like you just said the world's funniest joke. It only makes your stomach drop. You've never heard a sound so evil before. 

"That's kinda' rude. Your parents never taught you manners?" He drawls, "Mahito, that's my name! I know yours!" You hate the way he says your name with so much perversion. He's ruining the innocence, just like how he's ruining you. 

You open your mouth, intent on screaming, but at that exact moment, his cock slams back inside you. You give out a stuttered moan instead. 

"See? Told you: you like it." Mahito gloats and your mind swirls in and out of focus again. You're barely coherent, moaning and huffing underneath him. You feel disgusted at yourself. For being so okay with this. But-but you can't move. You can barely breathe. 

And, you note with reluctance, he's been doing this for a while. You're practically mid-way through your build-up, so close to an orgasm that you don't want. Given by a fucking monster. 

"Have you-have you been-" 

"Yeah, it's been me, for a while now," he answers without much cadence, "You were so close with the ghost theory. It was kinda cute watching you get so desperate. Finding whatever you could to check out of reality."

Oh. You get it. This was all a game for him. How long has he been doing this to you? Making you stumble around, drowning in your own paranoia. How long has this thing been watching you? Touching you. Fucking you.

"You, on the other hand, are on a whole other level with your delusion." He grins, showing teeth. "Fuck, seriously, did you think you were hallucinating me fingering you? At that point, I have to admire your creativity." 

You can barely focus on his words, not when his cock was digging you out. You were so close, practically on the precipice. He gives one more snap of his hips, and you're gone, pussy clenching around his dick, back arching.

The orgasm feels like it lasts for hours because he refuses to stop moving. He finally grants you mercy by spilling his cum deep inside you, forcing you to milk his cock as he lazily rolls his hips, forcing your oversensitive body to jolt. 

You catch your breath when the world stops spinning. When it grows quiet, you can only hear your own panting. Another wave of tears threatens to spill. 

"Aw, cheer up," Mahito purrs, "At least it wasn't bed bugs, right?" 

[florenceisfalling]

YOU!!! HI THERE ITS ME FROM THE COMMENTS HI THERE

ive been roaming your blog for the past hour or so and dude like i said befote i adore your art!! you have such amazing anatomy skills bro- how in the world do you do it!?! gosh i am absolutely in love with your art its not even funny :']]

~krabs :]

YOOOO HEY WHATS UP

you're so sweet?? oh my god??? that's so nice aaaaaa thank you so so much! seriously! your art is wonderful too and im honored that you like mine!

i know this wasn't the point of ur ask entirely but i kinda went on a tangent so...

anatomy is tricky, i have such a hard time with it sometimes- but my best advice is to use lots of references! it's super helpful to work up from drawn references to photo references to studies straight from your brain! over time you learn to separate bodies down into separate building blocks instead of one big confusing thing (something i always struggle with) so that you can a.) make poses easier and b.) have fun and experiment with how they look in your style.

places i find drawn references:

kibbitzer has a million things. very helpful! they also have a whole book of references and studies you can buy!

snuffysbox has draw the squad/draw the ot3 poses in a more cartoonish style, but you gotta give credit & not use them for commercial purposes!!!! always check that kind of thing!!

kim_gilgyu has good refs but since its twitter you might have to do a lot of scrolling to find em :'D

just looking up "art reference" on google images and finding people's twitter & dA accounts through there is super helpful!

places i find photo refs:

adorkastock is a fucking treasure trove of poses, especially action poses and fun stuff. highly recommend!

unsplash is a free-use image site where the photographers don't require payment but appreciate credit or support! their stuff is also good for making moodboards & stuff :D

if you can't find what you need, use a timed camera and take some of your own photos! i have to do this for hand poses a lot...

you can also combine poses! that one antistein drawing i'm really proud of is like the first example that comes to mind, cause i wanted something specific, which meant taking photos of my own hands & knives and photoshopping them onto a photo of 2 people dancing.

another option if you can't find what you want or you wanna go creative: magic poser & justsketchme. some features are for paying or mobile users only, but a lot of it can be done in your browser for free :D it's super handy for making your own references!

tHANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR NICE WORDS AND SORRY FOR RAMBLING ABOUT REFERENCES ITS JUST SOMETHING I LOVE TO HELP WITH! PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT AND FIND WHAT YOU HAVE THE MOST FUN WITH!! THATS ALL THANK YOU AGAIN AAAAAAAAa

[moonlightrichie]

ok but, you should write the second part of the reddie meeting at a museum prompt where they see the stars. it's just so cute AAAAAA

Aah, sorry this took so long. I wasn’t really planning on writing a part 2, but then it happened oops heh. Hope you like it !! ♡ I also posted the entire thing on ao3!

READ PART 1 HERE

READ ON AO3 HERE

Eddie was nervously scrolling through the pictures on his phone, fingers sliding between the three most recent ones. Gorgeous photos of Jupiter that Richie had sent, all of them wonderfully detailed and undeniably beautiful.

His phone had dinged not even five minutes after he’d left the museum with Bill that day, a frantic text reading:

From: Starboy♡

I FORGOT 2 SHOW U THE PICS OF JUPITER!!!!

To: Starboy♡

Send them to me :)

So that was what Richie had done, and now Eddie was scrolling through them to calm himself down as he sat on the bus on his way to Richie’s apartment. There was no reason to be nervous, he knew. The two of them had texted constantly since that day at the museum, absolutely hitting it off, talking about everything and nothing. At some point, Eddie had lied awake until close to 4am, giggling at his phone screen when angry knocking from Bill’s room had snapped him out of it.

“It’s 4am, guh-go to sleep!” came Bill’s muffled yelling from the other side of the thin wall, and Eddie had sheepishly texted Richie that he’d had to go.

Eddie had felt bad keeping Bill up at night, but then again, could Bill really blame him? Knowing as well as Eddie that it had been a while since Eddie had dated anyone, Bill should really be more understanding. Eddie was enough of a giggler already when it came to crushes (he was really like a 12 year old school-girl at heart sometimes), but Richie was legitimately funny as well, leaving Eddie smiling so wide his face hurt for hours after. He’d even cried laughing once.

And now, the two were finally meeting up for their stargazing date. It had really only been three days since they’d met, but it was more than long enough to Eddie.

Richie was meeting him at the bus stop so they could walk to their destination together, and Eddie felt unprepared. When the bus speakers announced that Eddie’s stop was next, he started messing with his hair in the window reflection, the lack of light making it hard. His heart was beating with anticipation, his shaking fingers struggling to get his hair to look the way he wanted.

But then the bus stopped with a sudden halt, and a couple of seconds passed before he realized, scrambling out of his seat in a stressed hurry. He was halfway out the door when he noticed his bag missing, and with an unnecessarily loud “wait!” screamed at the driver, making several passengers jump in alarm, he sprinted back. Soon enough he was stumbling out the door of the bus, the handles of his tote bag tangled. He was struggling to get it over his shoulder when he heard laughter.

Eddie stopped in his tracks, already feeling the heat spreading across his cheeks as his eyes landed on Richie. Tall and mesmerizing with the telescope over his shoulder, he was smiling widely at Eddie.

“You…” Eddie shrank. “You saw that?”

“Uh huh”, Richie laughed.

“No, you didn’t”, Eddie argued.

“Oh, but I did.” Richie stepped in front of Eddie, staring down at him for just a moment.

“Damn it”, Eddie grumbled.

Richie just laughed before bending down to plant a soft kiss on Eddie’s cheek, hand gently placed on the side of Eddie’s neck. “Well, hi then.”

“Hi”, Eddie smiled as Richie pulled away.

“There’s a hill just past there.” He pointed towards some houses. “And I brought some light snacks and hot chocolate.”

They started walking, Richie leading the way.

“Sounds nice.”

“Also some blankets, and uh”, Richie rubbed the back of his neck, “I brought wine? Just in case you wanted that, although we’ll have to drink it from plastic cups.”

“Wine sounds great”, Eddie peaked a shy glance at Richie. “Do you need a hand with anything? I can carry your backpack.”

“No, I’m okay, I do this all the time.” They smiled at each other, hands brushing as they continued walking.

It wasn’t more than a ten-minute walk until they were standing on top of a small hill, away from all the houses, secluded and surrounded by stars.

Richie dumped his backpack on the grass, already starting to set up his telescope carefully. With a small glance up towards the sky, Eddie could feel all air leave his lungs. Never had he seen so many stars, thousands of glimmering dots decorating the sky.

“Wow”, he whispered.

“Beautiful, right?” Richie stepped up next to him. “The streetlights really ruin the sky on nights like this. When you get far enough away, it’s pretty amazing how many stars you can really see.”

“Yeah”, Eddie mumbled, eyes still locked on the black cover above, unable to stop staring. He could feel his heart slowing down into a steady beat, air filling his lungs in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. It was like finally being able to breathe, and he could feel tears well up in his eyes for a second, tranquility heavy in his chest. All at once it felt like he was pulled down to earth and flying at the same time, and it was all too much.  “I…” He stopped, speechless.

“I know the feeling.”

They stood looking up for a second, silence settling over them.

“I’ve set it up, if you wanna see?” Richie’s voice was quiet, softly pulling Eddie out of his daze.

Finally Eddie looked down to meet Richie’s eyes and was met with a nervous smile, crooked teeth biting down on the bottom lip. “Yeah.”

They walked up to the telescope, Richie pointing up the sky. “Do you see those stars over there? With the four stars like a square and three stars making a tail? Kinda looks like a wagon.”

Eddie followed Richie’s finger, and soon enough, he could see it. “Big dipper, right?”

“Oh, look at you having some knowledge on stars, huh?” Richie was nodding, impressed.

“I know some.” Eddie shrugged, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Well, the stars forming the Big Dipper are the seven brightest stars in Ursa Major, which you can also see if you look closely.” He pointed to the telescope for Eddie to peak into.

As Eddie looked closer, Richie talked, mentioning all the names of the stars, guiding Eddie all across the sky and its constellations for the next half hour.

With a careful hand placed on Eddie’s back, he pointed out the brightest stars, rambling about their history, how long they’d been burning, how long until they’d fade, why they had the names they did. And at some point, it all mushed together in Eddie’s brain, just like in the museum with Bill’s art. But the way Richie was waving his arms around, eyes lighting up just like the stars above was utterly endearing. Eddie was already falling in love.

“And now!” Richie clapped his hands together. “For the main entrée.”

Eddie giggled, a hand covering his mouth.

Richie’s excited smile faded into a softer one as he looked down at Eddie. “Holy shit you’re cute.”

Feeling a blush coming, Eddie looked away. “You’re the one who’s cute”, he mumbled.

“What?” Richie leaned closer. “Couldn’t hear ya there, Eds.”      

“I said…” Eddie sighed. “You’re the one who’s cute.”

Richie’s eyes widened, apparently not expecting that. For a few moments, he opened and closed his mouth, seeming to try to come up with a response. Then he ducked his head, a quick movement, but Eddie still caught the grin he was sprouting.

“The way you talk about the stars and all that, how passionate you are and wanting to show me, it’s really cute”, Eddie continued and smiled shyly when Richie looked back up.

“I’m”, Richie shrugged. “I, uhm, I don’t really know how to respond to that.”

“That’s okay”, Eddie turned back towards the telescope. “But at least now you know.”

“I guess.”

Eddie could still feel Richie’s gaze on him, eyes burning into the side of his face.

“So what was that you said about a main entrée?”

“Oh, right!” Richie started moving the telescope around and changing its direction, going between looking into it and up at the sky. After a couple of seconds, he stepped back. “There.”

He pointed out a swirly line of stars. “If you look into the telescope you can see them more clearly, but those are the stars forming Scorpio.”

“Like the star sign?”

“Exactly.”

“Oh.”

After looking at the constellation for a few moments, Eddie felt a soft push on his bicep. He stepped away from the telescope, Richie taking over and once again moving it around, seeming to look for something specific.

“And then, if we just move it a little bit”, he mumbled to himself before pulling away with a satisfied smile. “Look now.”

Eddie peaked into the telescope again, met with a bright star in the center. It was the most prominent one he’d seen so far. Starting to get confused as to why exactly this star was more special than all the others, he almost pulled away when he realized that maybe this wasn’t even a star at all.

“Is that?”

“It is”, Richie chuckled.

“Wow.”

And with some focus and concentration, Eddie was sure he could see the brow-toned colors of Jupiter blending together. Or maybe he was just imagining things.

“You probably can’t see much right now, but hold on, I can try adjusting a bit.”

Eddie stepped away and as Richie tinkered with the telescope, he glanced up at the sky, eyes settling on the gleaming planet just above the Scorpio constellation. And with a sudden awareness that the glorious Jupiter, Richie’s favorite planet, was right there, he inhaled sharply. Massive and breathtaking yet oh so small from where they were standing, and it was right there; not just a picture anymore. It was real, and Eddie was looking right at it.

“There, you should be able to see it better now.”

Eddie took a look, and for sure there it was. And it was so obvious now; the planet beautiful even from this simple view.

“It’s right there”, Eddie whispered. “What the fuck.”

A bark of a laugh made Eddie pull away to look over at Richie.

“It’s crazy, right?”

Eddie nodded frantically, eyed wide. “Yes, holy shit, I don’t even know how to react to that.”

Richie put his hands in his pockets. “We can just lie down on the blanket and look at the stars from here? You want wine, right?”

“Yes, please.”

The two of them sat down, both turned towards the other with their knees touching. Eddie got to talk to Richie about what he did too, working as a mechanic and rambling about his love for cars with Richie chiming in whenever he could.

“Maybe you could show me how they work and all that sometime?” His smile was nervous, as if he wasn’t sure Eddie wanted to meet again.

“I’d love that”, Eddie put his arms around his knees, pulling them close to his chest. “Dunno if it’s gonna be very interesting, probably boring.”

“Eddie”, Richie interrupted, scooting closer, “you just let me ramble about stars and constellations for an hour straight. I’d love for you to show me cars and, uhm, motors and stuff.”

Eddie nodded, head tilted to the side. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Richie was leaning in closer, eyes flickering down to look at Eddie’s lips.

“Yeah.”

Then Eddie closed the gap, their lips meeting in a soft kiss, Eddie catching Richie’s bottom lip between his. Butterflies erupted in his stomach, all of his focus on the wetness of Richie’s mouth, the two of them fitting together perfectly. A hand landed on Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer, and Eddie’s heart was beating faster and faster for each second passing.

Something wet poked at the underside of his upper lip, and Eddie opened up to meet Richie’s tongue with his own. Soon he was lying on his back, Richie hovering over him, fingers stroking at Eddie’s bare hip underneath his sweater.

Richie pulled away after a few more seconds, looking down at Eddie with warm eyes behind his glasses. Even in the dark, Eddie could spot the litter of freckles on his face, and could only imagine the freckles covering the rest of his body.

As Richie leaned down again, capturing Eddie’s lips once more, Eddie knew where the night was headed. And he couldn’t wait to get to know the stars on Richie’s body just like he’d gotten to know the stars scattered across the glittering sky they were lying underneath.

Taglist: @annoyingtozier, @spastuetheobsessedphylosopher, @constantreaderfool, @violetreddie, @rainbow-reddie, @tinyarmedtrex, @ripeddiekaspbrak, @fuzzylogik

[animeniacss]

What I Want - BadBoy! Taehyung x Reader - Chapter 18 - How Do I Feel?

Synopsis:  You are an innocent, excitable new girl, moving all the way to Korea due to your dad’s new job. As you anxiously learn about the new world around you and how you’ll make your mark, you stumble into none other than bad boy Kim Taehyung and his band of six crazy friends. He seems to be bothered but you, something he doesn’t even understand. Will you be able to tolerate the shenanigans of Taehyung and his rowdy friends, or will you fall victim to his charms just like everyone else?

Featuring Jihyo and Dahyun (TWICE) as your friends, and BTS members as Taehyung’s group of friends.

Genre: Romance, BadBoy!V, BadBoy!BTS, High School Romance, Drama

Length: approx. 4k words

Chapter 18 - How Do I Feel? 

Taehyung stayed in the living room of his little apartment, writing on a piece of scrap paper on how he would make a picnic date with you. He planned the different foods he would pack, and made a note to ask Jin for help. He also checked his phone for different locations nearby that would be fun to visit, like national parks or rivers with a pretty view. This kind of made him excited, especially at the thought of seeing you so happy. The two of you didn’t really go on a date just the two of you in a while, the last was one was around February when you went to a new restaurant that opened up in town. Mostly, your dates would start solo, but something would come up, or you’d run into one of the others and they would join you. Taehyung never minded, and it seemed you were okay with it as well, but still. Taehyung wanted to spend time with just you, no outsiders looking in.

           As Taehyung was making notes and looking up potential picnic spots, the door to the apartment opened and a cackle could be heard.

           “Aaaaaa, Yeongieeeee~! You’re so funny.” Taehyung groaned at the sound of his mother’s voice. She was drunk, and it sounded like she was bringing home this guy, Yeong Bin, that she had been seeing for a while. The door closed with a bang and Taehyung tried to keep his eyes down on his phone as the drunk duo staggered into the living room. His mother’s high pitched giggles were starting to give him a headache, and he groaned as he glanced up. His mother and Yeong Bin were holding each other up, that was how intoxicated they were. “Ahhh, Taehyuuung, you’re finally home.” She hummed, her head lolling over to her son.

           “Uh-huh…” he said. “Paid my bail money and everything.” His mother laughed a bit as she staggered to the couch, sitting beside him. He scooted away.

           “Stop playing, you bad boy.” She nudged him. Taehyung rolled his eyes as she burped. “…Why are you ignoring me? Show some respect!”

           “You’re drunk, I don’t give a crap what you have to say.” Taehyung said simply, scrolling through his phone. He heard footsteps approaching him and he glanced up, before being hit over the head by Yeong Bin. “Ow! What the fuck?!”

           “Don’t talk to your mother that way.” He slurred, hiccupping. Taehyung stood up, crossing his arms.

           “You’re not my dad, do not come off trying to tell me what to do.” He hissed.

           “Ahh, you little prick.” He took hold of Taehyung’s collar. Taehyung snickered.

           “Go ahead and hit me. I <em>just </em> got in a fight with some other jerk off and you’re even weaker than he is.”

           “Aaaah, enough, enough. My head is swimming.” His mother groaned, and Yeong Bin released Taehyung. “Honey, go get me water?” She hummed, laying on the couch. Taehyung shoved himself past Yeong Bin.

           “Get it yourself, I’m going to bed.” He scoffed, slamming the door to his room. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it into the ever-growing pile of dirty laundry. He glanced at it, making a mental note to go to Jin’s house soon and do laundry. Laying down on his bed, running a hand through his hair as he heard Yeong Bin and his mom continue their drunken stupor and make noise outside. Rolling onto his side, he pulled out his earphones. Slipping them on, he pulled up your number and called it. Though it was late, and he understood you may be sleeping, he wanted to try. It rang for a moment, but you picked up.

           “Tae?” you sounded groggy on the phone. It was cute, it made him smile.

           “Did I wake you up?” He asked.

           “Well, it’s almost one.” You hummed. “But it’s okay….” He heard you yawn.

           “Sorry. You can hang up and head to bed if you want.” He said.

           “You okay?” You asked curiously.

           “Yeah…” he sighed. “I just…wanted to hear your voice before bed, I guess.” He heard you giggle a bit, and it made him smile more.

           “Awww, you’re such a mush sometimes, Tae.” You teased. The two of you sat on the phone in silence for a moment, until Taehyung decided to say something.

“Hey.” He said. “Can you keep Saturday open?”

“Yeah sure. Why?” You asked curiously.

“I just…had an idea for a date. It’s nothing major, but I wanted enough time to prepare everything and make sure it’s perfect.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah. I’ll keep it open. Can you tell me what kind of date this is?”

“No,” he said. “That’s no fun.”

“Awwww.” You pouted. You heard Taehyung chuckle, but it sounded a bit forced. You frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

           “Ah, my mom and her bum boyfriend came home drunk a few minutes ago. Almost threw hands with the guy. Tch, dick.”

           “Do you want to come here?” You asked curiously. “I’ll wait up.”

           “Nah.” He said. “They’ll be passed out unconscious soon. If anything happens, Jungkook doesn’t live too far from me.”

           “Are you sure?”

           “Yes, I’m sure. I promise. Don’t worry too much.”

           “You know I always worry when you’re home.” You confessed. Taehyung chuckled.

           “I know. It means a lot that you care so much.” He heard you yawn. “Head to bed.” He said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

           “Okay…” you hummed. “Call me if you need me though, okay? I’ll keep my ringer on.”

           “Alright.” He said.

           “I love you.” You said gently. Taehyung felt his breath catch in his throat. It always made him happy to hear you say it.

           “I….” he sighed. After a moment of silence, he gulped. “Me too…” You giggled a bit.

           “I’ll take that for now.” You joked. “Goodnight, Tae.”

           “Night…” he said, hearing you hang up the phone. Once the call ended, Taehyung was able to hear Yeong Bin’s loud snoring from the other room. He closed his eyes, putting on his playlist as he closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep.

           Taehyung woke up around 9 the next morning. He didn’t hear anything in the house, so he assumed that his mother and Yeong Bin were still asleep, if Yeong Bin was even still here. He looked at his phone, wincing a bit as the bright light hit his eyes and he groaned.

           “Uggh, fuck…” he saw you had sent a text about an hour before, while he was still asleep.

           Good morning! Text me when you get up~. Hoping you had sweet dreams <3 (Sent 8:06 a.m.)

“Dork.” He chuckled to himself as he got out of bed, tossing on a shirt as he went into the kitchen. As he turned the corner into the living room and dining room combination, he saw Yeong Bin digging in the fridge. He looked up, a water bottle against his lips as he closed the door. Taehyung looked away, walking past him as he opened one of the cabinets. They were low on cereal, but he pulled out a box and set it down on the counter, searching for a bowl and spoon. He was waiting until Yeong Bin moved to get the milk, and he would wait as long as it took because he sure as hell was not going to ask him to move.

“Tell your Mom I’ll call her whenever.” Yeong Bin said, sliding on his shoes.

“Yeah whatever.” Taehyung said. “Get the hell out of here.” Yeong Bin glared at him as he stood by the door.

“You should learn some manners, kid.”

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t be cheating on your wife either, but hey.” He shrugged. “What are ya gonna do?” He saw Yeong Bin grimace at that statement. “Make sure you use some cologne this time, huh? Can’t have her smelling my mom on your again, now can we?”

“You’re a little pissant, ya know that?” he asked, storming out and slamming the door to the apartment. Taehyung scoffed, opening the fridge and pulling out what little milk they had left and poured it into his bowl. Putting a spoonful into his mouth, he heard the door to his mother’s room open. She staggered out, rubbing her head as he walked into the living room and lied down on the couch.

“Tae…aspirin…” she groaned. Taehyung sighed, grabbing them off the coffee table and tossing them at her. “Thanks…” she opened it and popped one into her mouth. She saw Tae plop down on the armchair, turning it a bit away from her as he continued to eat. His mother looked at the coffee table, seeing a piece of paper on it. She leaned forward and grabbed it, opening it. Taehyung looked over and saw this.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Since when did you start planning dates?” she groaned, sitting up on the couch. “When did you get a girlfriend?” Taehyung reached over and yanked the paper out of her hands.

“You never ask, if you even gave a shit.” He said, stuffing the paper in his pajama pants pocket. His mother pursed her lips.

“Can I meet her?” She asked curiously. “It’s only natural a son brings his girlfriend home to meet his mother.”

“No,” he said.

“Why not? You brought that girl Hyuna home a few times in middle school.” Taehyung looked over.

“She was a bitch.” Taehyung said simply.

“Tell me about it.” She snickered, closing her eyes as she grabbed a throw blanket and covered herself with it. Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “But seriously, I want to meet your new girlfriend. Is she nice?”

“I’m not talking about it. I’m not bringing her home to a drunk. She’s too good.”

“I’m not a drunk.”

“Yes you are, Mom.” He said simply, finishing the bowl of cereal as he got up. He went to the sink and quickly washed the bowl and spoon before putting everything away. “Name the last time you didn’t go out and come home after midnight drunk.” His mother was silent, and Taehyung chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” He opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and closing it. He walked over to the couch and handed it to her. She took it into her hands.

“Thanks honey.” She smiled up at him. He didn’t look at her.

“Sober up for once. Then maybe I’ll think about bringing her around. And that’s a big maybe.” He said. He walked to the little table at the front of the house, grabbing his house key, wallet, and putting his phone in his pocket. “I’m going out.”

“When will you be back?” She asked. Taehyung sighed. While he and his mother would converse sometimes during the few times that he was home, he never liked it. And this was the longest and….most naturally that the two of them had spoken to one another. She wanted to know when he would be back…

“I…I don’t know.” He said, sliding his shoes on.

“Okay…” he heard her go silent for a moment to drink her water. As he reached for the doorknob, she spoke up. “I love you, Taehyung.” He blinked, his hand gripping the doorknob. Those three words…but for some reason, they hit him in the back of the head and wormed their way into his ears. He rested his head against the door, closing his eyes.

           Why….why does this have to happen now?

           “…Bye…” he said, opening the door and slamming it quickly. He sighed, heading down the elevator of the apartment and into the street. He pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. His mind was racing, those three words playing in his head. But this time, instead of your gentle, loving voice, it was his mother’s raspy hangover voice telling him. He kicked a rock he saw on the side of the road and watched it skirt across the street. His friends were either studying or busy…and he sent you a good morning text. He continued his journey, digging in his pockets. “Ah, shit…forgot to grab my cigarettes.” He mumbled. He strolled down the street, not meeting the eye of any people who passed him by.  He just felt kind of sick now, pissed off. Questioning the legitimacy of his mother’s declaration of maternal love to him…

           …Yeah, he never thought that would be something that would happen to him, much less ruin his morning.

           As he was walking down the street, he heard footsteps approach him, and two black heels appeared into his views. He looked up, seeing Hyuna standing in front of him, hand in his pocket and a cigarette in her mouth.

           “Hey, stranger.” She said, smiling a bit. Taehyung groaned.

           “Not in the mood, Hyun-ah.” He said, trying to walk past her, but she turned around and took his arm. “Ugh, what?” He looked over at her.

           “…Want a smoke?” she asked. When Taehyung didn’t respond, she sighed. “I’ll keep my distance.” He looked at her, and the cigarette in her hand. He really did need a cigarette.

           “Fine.” He said. The duo made their way to a bench nearby and took a seat. People were passing them by as Hyuna pulled out her pack from her pocketbook, handing him one along with a lighter. Taehyung lit it and took a puff, sighing in relief.

           “So, what’s up? Did you and your girlfriend finally break-up?” She asked. Taehyung chuckled.

           “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He said. Hyuna smiled up at him a bit. “But no, we didn’t.”

           “Hm. That’s good. You two are pretty cute together.”

           “Yeah, that’s why you were so eager to get back with me, right?” He asked. Hyuna pouted.

           “Well, be surprised all you want, but you’re much better than Ji Seok in terms of boyfriend material. You have a sense of humor.” Taehyung laughed a bit. “I heard about that fight you two got into.”

           “I bet he’s pissed,” Taehyung said. “Not like I give a shit.”

           “Wouldn’t know,” Hyuna said. “After his father helped get him out of it, I haven’t seen him. He only called me once for calling me a bitch for not bailing him out. Said your girlfriend was there for you.”

           “And? What did you say?”

           “I told him to stop getting into stupid fights and hung up,” Hyuna said. “I can’t handle his shit anymore.”

           “I don’t blame you. I’m amazed you two have been together as long as you have.” Hyuna chuckled at Taehyung’s comment, flicking her finished cigarette onto the street and stomping it under her heel.

           “Yeah…” she said softly. “So if it’s not relationship troubles, what’s got you looking so sad? You’re too attractive to be frowning.”

           “Heh. Are you sure you’re not flirting with me?” He asked. Hyuna nodded. Taehyung was silent for a moment. “I don’t think I should be letting out my feelings to you. Ji Seok might come after me again.” Hyuna nodded.

           “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I can’t force you. Sometimes it’s just nice to talk to someone.” Taehyung puffed his cigarette again, glancing down at Hyuna. He saw her leaned back against the bench, looking straight ahead now. He could see from the angle that she seemed different than normal. She wasn’t trying to pull anything or manipulate him for any personal gain. Sitting there felt like he was sitting with an old friend, not an ex-girlfriend. He sighed.

“Do you love Ji Seok?” He asked. Hyuna looked up, a bit shocked. “Too personal?” he asked.

“…I can’t remember the last time we told each other we loved each other.” She admitted, tucking some hair behind her ear. “I bet you and your girlfriend tell each other every day.” Taehyung shook his head.

“Nope.” He said. “She tells me, but I’m too much of a chicken to say it back.” He said. Hyuna glanced at him, again surprised by his comment. “Heh. You look shocked. Why? I never told you I loved you either.”

“I just kind of assumed you didn’t.” She said with a chuckle. “Ooooo, she must be drowning in misery knowing you haven’t said it back yet.” Taehyung groaned, covering his face.

“God don’t remind me. Every time she says it, I clam up. Like she’s speaking a different language.” He said as Hyuna covered her mouth to laugh in amusement. “And she’s so patient with me. God, I don’t deserve her.”

“Hell no.” Hyuna agreed. She opened her cigarette pack and saw she was out. “Damn.” She tossed the empty box into a nearby trash can. Taehyung sighed as he finished his cigarette and tossed it into the trash can as well. “Well, I at least I have this permanent memory of your suffering. I like that.”

“Yeah, thanks…” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I’ve never been good with the idea of love.” He shrugged.

“I can understand that.” She said. After that, the duo sat in silence for a moment, not really sure what to say after that. Hyuna glanced at Taehyung a few times, and he glanced back. After a moment, he spoke up.

“You sure you’re not trying to flirt with me?” he asked, scooting away. “I don’t like how you’re looking at me.” Hyuna scoffed as Taehyung chuckled a bit.            

“You’re unbelievable.” She said. “If I wanted to flirt with you, you know damn well I would have tried already.” Taehyung laughed a bit more. “Besides, Ji Seok was pissed when he and I got home after that festival in December.” Hyuna sounded pained when she said that, if she was remembering something she would soon rather forget. That wouldn’t be surprising. Taehyung looked at her when she said that.

“You shouldn’t deal with that.” He said. “I know when we were in middle school, I wasn’t the best boyfriend but…Christ. Being with Ji Seok might be a nightmare.” Hyuna sighed, standing up and holding onto her bag. “Hm?”

“Listen, this whole thing has been fun but I should go.” She said. Taehyung noticed her make a fist with her hand before both of them pulled her hair up into a ponytail. “Take good care of your girlfriend, alright? She deserves it…”

“Alright…” he said. He saw Hyuna turn to him, smiling a bit.

“Sorry….” She said.

“For what?”

“I I know I haven’t seen you much since December. But I’m sorry, for what my actions have led to. Ji Seok, and the fights and all of that…” she sighed. “Just, sorry.” Taehyung smiled a bit, nodding.

“Yeah. Thanks.” He said. Then, he chuckled.

“What?” she asked curiously.

“Nothing. It’s just funny. My mom brought you up and I called you a bitch. And here you are, pouring your heart out to me and apologizing.” Hyuna chuckled.

“Do you still think I’m a bitch, then?” She asked.

“Oh absolutely.” He grinned a bit, both of them laughing. “Be safe getting where you’re going.” He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. Hyuna nodded.

“You too.” She said. Giving a wave, she turned on her heel and headed down the street. Taehyung saw a few men that she passed look in her direction, amazed at the beauty passing them in the street. When they looked back up to see where she came from, they saw Taehyung glaring in their direction. The boys, probably in college, got freaked out by his expression and rushed across the street. He chuckled, before turning on his heel and heading down the street.

Hyuna made her way back to her apartment. It was one she lived in with her parents, who were out a lot for work, so Ji Seok would find himself bumming it on her couch for a few days when he didn’t want to go home. She walked into the house, announcing her presence as she closed the door behind her and locked it. As she stepped farther into the apartment, she tossed her jacket in the closet, set her shoes down, and made her way into the kitchen, her stomach starting to tell her that it was time she found something to put in it. She had tried waiting as long as she could to eat today, thinking maybe she would just grab lunch around 11 and that would be enough. But nope, her stomach was telling her it was time to eat now.

As she stood in the kitchen, the pan in front of her sizzling up some eggs, she heard the door open. Then it slammed, hard. Quickly, Hyuna turned off the stove and tossed the unfinished eggs into the trash, before storing the pan back into the cabinet. She grabbed a water and sat at the table as she heard footsteps approach.

“I’m fucking starving.” Ji Seok said as he stepped in. He saw Hyuna sitting there, and sniffed the air. “Were you cooking?” He asked.

“I was going to make eggs but I changed my mind.” She said simply. “Want to get lunch?”

“No.” He walked over, opening the fridge and pulling out one of her father’s beers. Hyuna watched him.

“You know it’s like…10 in the morning, right?” she asked. Ji Seok looked over, frowning as he popped the cap off.

“So? When have you ever commented on my drinking?” he put the bottle up to his lips and took a sip of it, before setting it onto the counter. He looked at Hyuna with an intense expression on his face. Hyuna starred back for a moment, waiting for him to say something. However, he didn’t. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“…What?” She asked. “What are you staring at?”

“We need to talk.” He said.

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“So another surprise date with Taehyung, huh?” Jihyo asked you. You both were on the phone, as Jihyo was currently out running errands, and you were taking your brother to a local ice cream shop. He was currently choosing his flavor among the many options. You had already paid for yours and gave your brother the money needed to pay for him so you could step outside and answer Jihyo’s call.

“Yeah. I’m excited to see what it is. I wonder if it’s another dinner based date.”

“He seems to like those a lot.” Jihyo pointed out. You giggled a bit.

“Yeah…” you agreed. After a moment, you sighed. “I can’t help but worry about him, though.”

“I don’t blame you.” Jihyo said.

“Well, not in the way you’d think. Last night, when we were talking, he sounded really annoyed and sad. I think it involved his mom, but I didn’t ask too much. I just told him to come over if it was too much.”

“That’s all you can do.” Jihyo said. “He’s a big boy. He can handle it.”

You saw your brother step out of the ice cream shop, change in his hand as the other one clutched a two-scoop ice cream. He was beaming. You chuckled as the two of you headed back home.

“Listen. I’ll call you later.” You said to her as you walked with your brother. “My ice cream’s either going to melt or be eaten by my brother at this rate.”

“Alright. Talk later.” The two of you hung up and you put your phone away. You walked past an apartment building, and the two of you heard the sound of something shattering, and people yelling. You both stopped, glancing up towards the apartment that was a few stories up. The window was open, hence why it could be heard so easily.

“That doesn’t sound good…” you mumbled to yourself. You looked down at your brother, who nodded in agreement.

“I’m glad Taehyung doesn’t treat you like that.” He said. You nodded, smiling as you both continue your journey back home. You heard another sound of something shattering, and a scream for someone to “STOP, GOD, DAMN IT!” You thought you recognized the voice and turned back, listening more intensely. Your brother noticed that you had stopped walking, and tugged your sleeve. “Sis…?” he asked. “What’s wrong?” You glanced down at him, then back towards the sound a few more times. Other people in the area began to take notice of the fight, and one person above the apartment in question opened his window to poke his head out to tell them to stop yelling.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You said. “Let’s just go before this gets any uglier.” And with that, you led your brother off.

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[theunlimitedskye]

A REALLY REALLY LONG POST OF MY DUMB BSD FIC IDEAS (I am so sorry)

All y'all can ignore this post this is just me thinking out loud at 3:30 AM  (yes, I prewrote this)   What Bungou Stray Bullshit am I gon be writin: •Hanahaki. I don't even know what fucking ship I'd be writing for with this one, but after getting sucked into a certain ship hell on AO3, I may or nay not have, like, 4 ships in mind, •prrrrrrrrobably like, 7 separate Sakaguri things (ranging from drunken comfort cuddles to Oguri following him to work and stealing pocky to "hey what if Oguri was a kitsune") •Oguri. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand Nathaniel. Ch... Church. Churchy stuff. Yeeeeeah. •AU where Oguri is a shrine Kitsune and Nathaniel goes there for frequent visits and prayers and shit •Twain... Something something Twain. Don't even care what, honestly. One happy shooty boy. •Ango squeaks when he's scared and now I have no choice but to write about it •Daraaaaannnn...????? God I forgot how much I ship this •Oh look;  Oguri and Yokomizo adopted a cat together like the gays they are, and Oguri got rid of it after Yokomizo's death. Nothing to see here, folks, just a bunch of angst. Scroll past this one why don't you. •I GOTTA WORK IN FYODOR INTO ONE OF MY FICS ONE DAY JUST SO I CAN SPECIFICALLY HAVE SOMEONE EITHER CALL HIM FYOOP OR FYODADDY •shit with my own bsd ocs i have like 37 and it is absolute utter hell. i cant stop making bsd ocs. i am suffering. i will not be satisfied until i have 50. someone please kindly snap my neck •"welcome to walmart thanks for bringing your fucking kids" •cold glass of spaghetti-o's on the rocks (this is way more valid than it sounds but I highly implore that you   d o   n o t    a s k) •how fucked up would it be if I wrote a whole bunch of drabbles and ficlets with Nathaniel all inspired by specific Bible verses? Like, no specific ships or plotpoints in mind. The only constant is Nathaniel and whatever verse I choose that day. Work whatever ships fit with it. Great way to force myself into some good 'ol Bible Discussion and Study Meetings, lemme tell you. •You can't spell Procrastinate without Nate. Not only is it a horrible prompt, but it's also true. •"People's brains slide right out of their assholes the instant they start to sin. At least those that are dumb enough to die for their sins without repenting first get their dumbfuck legs boiled off in the firey pits of damnation." -Possible dialog for Nathaniel????? I don't even know where I'd put this but I heard someone say something relatively close to this sentence in a YouTube video and I absolutely lost my fucking shit •this isnt even a fic idea but it involes writing but fuckkkkkkkkkk ask-nathaniel-hawthorne blog that'd be so fucking lit it'd give me a chance to try writing for him and show off my art nd ghhhhhhhhhh it'd literally just be nothing but church jokes and r/dankchristianmmes •OR BETTER YET, ASK-ANGEL-NATE (@mysaldate you know precisely what I'm getting at here wanna make a joint blog) •*chanting and slamming hands off of table* ACCURATELY! WRITTEN! FICLETS! AND! DRABBLES! WRITEN! BASED! ON! FUCKED! UP! AWKWARD! SERVER! CONVERSATIONS!!!! •911 what is your emergency yes help there's a demon in my church and his name is dazai osamu please send someone before I exorcize this bitch •Bad Apple seems like a really good general direction to go here, considering everything else. Ever on and on, I continue circling with nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony... •this is a callout post to @midwinter-stars and I hope you realize I'm gonna be copypasting both of our RPs into a document and slapping that shit onto AO3 with both our names attached •I had this one really cute DazAtsu-ish RP where Dazai kept trying to drown himself so Atsushi saved him then they ended up frolicking in the park. Sorta. •That one Vocaloid song called Error. I wanna work that in somewhere somehow. •ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN ON MY FUCKING GOD THIS SONG IS UTTER PERFECTION FOR NATE LIKE PICTURE NATE AS CALM AND CLASSY AS EVER BUT HES HOLDING A FUCKING  S H O T G U N AAAAAA I GOTTA ADD THIS IN SOMWHERE I HAVE. TO. WRITE. NATEGUN. •Alternatively - Ginger with a Shotgun. (I DON'T CARE IF THE GUILD'LL EVER TAKE ME BAAAAAAAACK--) •Fitzgegerld is a dumb bitch legend and if I'm not ever gonna find time to draw him I may as well write him at some point • Alternatively, again - that Brandon Rogers video called The CEO but with Fitzgerald. How amazing would that be. Literally just Fitzgerald going through his daily life and I somehow incorporate every line of dialog in there ("Nathaniel I'm walking through a FUCKING FOUNTAIN right now.") •So I saw Unedited Footage of a Bear recently. It was one of those weird, creepy 3 AM commercials on Adult Swim everyone knows about. It really messed with me, to be honest. The website had me tripping balls, and I'm still not certain if I found all the secrets it had to offer. In summary - I'm probably gonna write about Nathaniel having some fucked up hallucinations maybe. •Oguri Mushitarou is a fucking pillow princess send tweet •PoK is really fucked up and I already have like 12 drabbles being written all at once hlep •pLEASE DON'T LET OUR LOOOVE TUUUUURN OOOOUT INTO A TRADGEDY LIKE IT WAs FOR JULIEETTT T  TAKE ME AWAY INTO YOUR AAAARMS IT'S ALL I ASK OF YOOOOu (in summary - Romeo and Cinderella) •Koyou Ozaki - unintentionaly turning straight Canadian chicks with shitty anime tumblr blogs into lesbians since her debut. •I HAVE SO MANY LEMON IDEAS JUST PILING UP YOU GUYS MAY AS WELL START CALLING ME KAJII AT THIS POINT BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD ITS NEVER GONNA GET ANY BETTER, ONLY WORSE

[littlebtswriter]

bts reaction / you are insecure with being skinny

request: Aaaaaa can I request BTS reacting to you feeling bad because of how skinny you are? I hope it's not too late haha

a/n: I hope this encourages you, sweetie! you are enough no matter what size or weight you are.

joonie

You’d been dreading the awards show for weeks. There would be thousands of people there watching you, taking pictures of you, seeing you with your boyfriend, Namjoon. What if they judged you? What if Twitter started going crazy about how small and skinny you were?

Namjoon knew you had these fears, so he made sure to constantly shower you with love and praises. When you found the dress you were wearing, he couldn’t stop talking about it to his other members.

“I swear, she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off her that night. Other guys better not be looking at my special girl. I’m such a lucky man, I can’t believe it.”

He was such a sweetheart when it came to you, and it did help your confidence a lot. But, it was still hard for you not to be worried about the awards show and what would happen. When the big night came and you had one of BTS’s personal stylist do your hair and makeup and helped you with your dress, you felt a little better about yourself.

Namjoon couldn’t keep his eyes off you when he saw you stand up from the makeup chair. He jumped up and down and squealed like a little kid. “You look so good! Holy fuck!” He shouted, Hoseok laughing behind him and telling him not to swear because he was trying to record this for ARMY.

You laughed, feeling pretty for the first time in weeks. “Thank you Joonie. You always know how to make me feel beautiful.”

jin

“You should eat some more, y/n. You’ve been looking very thin lately,” Hoseok said without thinking, passing the bowl of noodles down to you. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his words as Jin immediately made eye contact with you.

He knew you struggled with gaining weight and trying to be confident in your thin frame, but the other members didn’t really know much about it. In their eyes, it was desirable to be easily thin like you.

You swallowed, setting down the noodles without taking any. “I . . . I’m actually not feeling really well. I think I might go lay down,” you murmured, quietly getting up from the table and walking out.

You forced the tears back as you stepped into your shared bedroom with Jin. Sighing deeply, you let your shoulders sag as you sunk into the bed and curled into a ball. It didn’t help when people reminded you of your weight, of how undesirable you felt.

Tears spilled over, making little wet trails down your face. You let out a soft sob, burying your face into the pillows. You heard the door open, footsteps coming towards the bed. Gentle arms and legs wrapped around you, Jin’s chin resting on your shoulder and his chest pressed against your back.

“I adore your body,” Jin whispered in your ear. He began to press kisses behind your ear, trailing them down your neck, giving you butterflies in your stomach. “You make me so happy with everything you do and everything you are. Don’t ever feel like you have to change for me. I love every part of you.”

yoongi

You hated it when Yoongi saw you naked with the lights on. Sex would only happen late at night anyway since he always came to the bedroom so late, so him seeing you completely naked wasn’t a bother then. But, you didn’t dress in front of him or bathe with him. You just felt like you weren’t good enough for Yoongi to see.

He knew how you felt, and told you multiple times he didn’t think that way about you. But, he wanted to respect how you felt, and didn’t invade your privacy.

One day while you were weighing yourself before a bath, you stepped naked onto the scale to weigh yourself. It wasn’t anywhere near where you wanted to be. Why couldn’t you just gain weight like normal people? Or at least be happy being skinny like Yoongi was? Even he had thicker thighs than you. You were jealous of the curves and muscles Yoongi had on his body. It was hard not to stare at him when he rolled out of bed and dressed in the morning.

Swallowing down the pain growing in the pit of your stomach, you let the tears flow down your cheeks and fall onto the cold surface of the scale.

Never enough.

Sobs began to shake your body. You tried to muffle them with your hands, but someone heard them from outside the bathroom.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” It was Yoongi’s deep, calming voice from outside the door. You panicked, unable to answer from the hysteria taking over your body. Instead, you sat next to the scale and hugged your knees to your chest, trying to breathe.

“I’m coming in,” he said slowly, the knob starting to turn. At this point, you didn’t care anymore. You were so tired of fighting and hiding, you didn’t care if he saw how undesirable you felt. The door opened, Yoongi appearing with his dark hair swept over his forehead and a black t-shirt tucked into jeans.

When he saw your naked form huddled on the bathroom floor, he quickly closed the door behind him and grabbed a towel, kneeling down in front of you.

“Hey, what’s the matter? Tell me what’s going on,” he said slowly, wrapping the towel around you. You shivered, tugging the coarse towel around your shoulders.

“I just feel like I’m not enough,” you said between hiccups. Yoongi scooped you up easily, placing you on the bathroom counter and holding you against his chest, his hands caressing your bare thighs.

“Because of your body? I know. I’ve known for a while.” He whispered, stroking your hair gently.

“You’re enough for me. I don’t care how much you weigh. I love you for your personality and your laugh, the way you love me and love on me. I love you for so much more than a number on a scale. Don’t ever think that.” He pulled away, cupping your chin with his hand and brushing his thumb across your lower lip as he licked his own. He kissed you, his eyes closing so his long lashes rested against his cheeks.

“I love you so much.”

hoseok

You’d only had sex a few times with Hoseok, and it had been in pitch black darkness in the bedroom. You weren’t really uncomfortable with Hoseok seeing you naked. But, at the same time you didn’t mind letting him just imagine what you looked like without your clothes.

It was a lazy night at your apartment with him. He was working on his computer in the living room while you soaked in the bathtub, staring at your small legs in the soapy water. You felt like a child sometimes around Hoseok with how small you were. He didn’t seem to mind it. He actually enjoyed having a cute girlfriend he could pick up and cuddle.

Smiling to yourself, you closed you eyes and sunk a bit lower into the soapy water. A knock on the door made you jump awake and sit up. The door opened without warning and Hoseok came in. “Sorry, I just need to pee.” He said casually.

You didn’t really mind him barging in too much. But, the sound of him unzipping his fly and pissing in the toilet made for a very long awkward minute. “Sorry,” he said again after flushing the toilet and washing his hands.

He glanced at your small form in the bubbly water and smiled a bit. “Aw, baby you look so cute!” He said, kneeling down by the bath. “Whatcha been thinking about in here?” He asked, resting his chin on the bath’s edge and smiling at you. Your heart melted at how sweet and genuine he was being with you, and all thoughts about you not being good enough for him disappeared as you talked to Hoseok while you soaked in the bath.

jimin

Jimin was a clingy boyfriend. He loved to always have his hands on you and he hated being alone. You understood him and forced yourself out of your comfort zone sometimes by letting him cuddle you and take pictures with you.

But, one day you just weren’t feeling it. You were tired from a stressful day and the fact that you kept getting hate comments on Twitter for looking too skinny in a selfie with Jimin just made your day worse. Jimin could tell you were more tense than usual, but he was stressed and tired too. So, while you were stressed and wanted to be alone, Jimin was stressed and wanted to be cuddled.

“Tell me about your day. What made it so terrible?” Jimin asked, snuggling up to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He let out a huge relaxed sigh at feeling your body against his. You wished you could release your stress just as easily as he did. Tensing up, you scrolled through more rude comments on Twitter without replying.

“Babe?” Jimin asked timidly, his back pressed against your chest as he looked over your shoulder. You set your phone down so he couldn’t see what you are looking at and wrapped his arm around your waist so you could entwine your hand with his.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, feeling a little better now that the phone was set aside. Jimin seemed to grow shy all of a sudden, silence going on for a bit too long.

“C-could we have sex tonight? It’s been almost a week. Have you been alright? It isn’t like you to be so absent.”

You felt slightly irritated by his question, wanting to blow it off at first by saying you’d been on your period. But, Jimin would know that wasn’t true since he tracked your period on an app. The real reason you had been distant for the past week was because you’d been feeling terrible about your body.

The Twitter hate was just so strong within the past few days, and you’d also been losing your appetite which just made the whole thing worse. The past few nights you’d just rolled over whenever Jimin made a move and mumbled a quick goodnight.

“I’m not in the mood for sex, Jimin.” You said, biting your bottom lip as you tried to keep annoyance out of your voice. You could feel Jimin’s disappointment in the way his body sagged around you.

“Is it something I’ve done?” He asked, sitting up slowly, his eyes wide and scared. You huffed, rolling onto your back and rubbing your eyes with a groan. “Is . . . is it my body?” Jimin whispered.

His words made your heart jump into your throat. He had insecurities too? You knew he did, but not this much. You suddenly felt ashamed for holding back from him. “Jimin, no. It’s because of my body. I feel like I’m not good enough for you,” you said plainly, the emotions you were expecting to bubble out surprisingly not there.

Jimin looked confused, looking you up and down, as if expecting to find what you thought the problem was. “Why would you ever think that?” He asked, astounded. He knew you had body image issues, but he never thought you would think you weren’t good enough for him.

You sighed, crossing your legs. “I just . . . I don’t have curves or boobs, nothing a guy wants.” You murmured, picking at your fingernails. Jimin licked his lips, inching closer to you.

“You’re what I want,” he whispered, looking you in the eyes.

Your shoulders sagged as you thought about the tweets again, the people telling you you didn’t look enough like a woman for Jimin. Tears gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Jimin brushed them away with his thumb, giving you tender kisses on your cheeks and nose and lips.

His hands began to wander up your bare thighs and up your shirt, his kisses making you feel heated and dizzy. He let out soft moans as you ran your fingers through his dark hair, pressing his lips against yours.

You could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in his touch. Everything sent butterflies flying in your stomach and made you long for more. He gently laid you down on the bed and crouched over you, his hands cupping your face.

“I’ll make you feel loved and worthy tonight, I promise.”

taehyung

“Why can’t you come to the beach with us?” Taehyung whined inside the hotel room with you as he pulled on his swim trunks.

“Because I hate the bikini I bought. It doesn’t fit me right and I don’t want people staring at me.” You snapped back, flopping back onto the bed and grabbing your phone.

“They’d only be staring because you’re fucking hot.” Taehyung murmured, grabbing a t-shirt to wear with the trunks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re just saying that to say that, Taehyung. We all know I have no butt and no boobs and basically have the body of a twelve year old boy. There’s no way in hell anyone on that beach is going to find me attractive.”

Taehyung rubbed his forehead with a sigh, looking at you with his lips pressed in a straight line. “I don’t care if you have the body of a walrus. I just want you to come with because I love you and I’d be lonely without you.”

His face looked so pouty and convincing, you had to smile a bit. His aegyo always ended up making him get his way, which was infuriating but also adorable. He waddled over to you cutely and flopped on the bed, a deep laugh escaping him.

You hit his chest playfully, a grin shaping your lips. “Fine asshole, I’ll go.” You grinned, giving him a quick kiss.

jungkook

Jungkook knew you were naturally skinny, and he didn’t care at all. He loved your body and was never shy about cuddling you and being your big spoon. But, the fans always had something to say about your body.

You’d recently been losing some weight just because it was hard for you to want to eat with all the pressure on you to gain weight and be more curvy and “healthy” looking for Jungkook. Jungkook saw this, and tried to help you by giving you decent sized portions of healthy food. But, nothing seemed to work.

You just felt awful about yourself and the fact Jungkook was trying so hard for you. “Baby, it’s okay. I don’t care. As long as you’re healthy and happy, it doesn’t matter.” Jungkook told you one night when he found you in the bathroom on the scale in only your panties.

You blushed deeply, covering your small chest and stepping away from the scale. Jungkook pulled your hands away from your chest, looking at you fondly. “Hey, I love you. You know that, right?” He said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You nodded, emotions suddenly taking over as you broke down sobbing.

You walked into Jungkook’s arms, your face buried in his chest as his warm hands rubbed circles on your naked back. “It’s alright. I’m here. I love you so much.” He whispered again and again, his warm embrace thawing your chilled skin.

“You’re enough.”

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