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BABE WAKE UP NEW ONK JUST DROPPED

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Precure Day 201

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 03 - “Syrup the Delivery Boy’s Friend” Date watched: 10 July 2020 Original air date: 17 February 2008 Screenshots Transformation Gallery Project info and master list of posts

MEH!

Last time I said I was pretty sure this episode was packed with more exposition.

I was wrong.

The Plot

Coco is writing a letter to Milk to explain what they’re up to and ask about the status of the Palmier Kingdom. As he finishes, Syrup shows up, and Coco asks him to deliver the letter. Instead, the delivery boy dumps a bag full of letters onto Coco’s desk, explaining they’re from Milk. Nozomi says that since Milk took the time to write them all, Coco should properly respond to them. Individually. Nobody stops to say that maybe he should write one long letter that responds to all her points, because making jokes out of Coco’s misery is more fun. Meanwhile the girls all decide to go to the store for snacks. Because.

this is Rin’s “I give up” face

Meanwhile, Syrup decides to crash on top of the clock tower when his partner Mailpo shows up. Mailpo, for the record, is just an LCD screen with arms and legs, but they are the best mascot in this show. They spit out letters from their face-screen, which Syrup then delivers to their destination. In this instance Mailpo summons another letter from Milk. Syrup is frustrated and decides he’ll just take a nap and deliver it later, because there will probably be more anyway. Mailpo just wants to be a good little toy, so they set off to find the recipient themselves. Mailpo eventually stumbles upon Komachi and presents her with the letter before disappearing into thin air.

Over in Eternal, Anacondy drills Scorp about Precure. He admits that they weren’t especially strong, but they came at him from all directions. Bunbee chimes up that he’s familiar with this strategy, and Anacondy requests that he write up a thorough report.

Back at the plot, Komachi (now accompanied by Nozomi) looks for Mailpo, and they run into Syrup who is also looking for his friend. They coax him into letting them ride on him so they can search from the sky. While this is happening, Mailpo continues wandering aimlessly around the city, when they are accosted by a shadowy figure (Bunbee) who gives them a special letter to deliver. While trying to find their friends, Rin, Urara, and Karen along with Coco and Nuts spot another Palmin and give us a refresher on how to use the CureMo to catch it. It’s an apple. The girls all meet up and find Mailpo, who has a special delivery.... for Nozomi! It’s a letter. They think it’s from Milk until they open it.

you were expecting a letter from Milk but it was ME, BUNBEE!

Then the man himself appears on a nearby rooftop and explains to the girls that he works for Eternal now. He informs the audience how he survived his seemingly fatal fall from Nightmare HQ: he caught a ledge and then remembered he can fly. Then he transforms, as do the girls, and they clash. Bunbee is surprised by how much stronger the Precures are now, so he turns a mailbox into a Hoshiina. It knocks the girls around for a minute, and Bunbee takes the chance to seize Mailpo, believing they have the Rose Pact, but this just pisses off Mint, who chides him for taking advantage and diminishing the friendship between Mailpo and Syrup, so she unleashes her new attack: Precure Emerald Saucer. She summons a ring around her waist, raises it above her head as it fills in, and then hurls it at her opponent. It’s an interesting change from last season, where she was a shield user (though we know she could use them offensively). I imagine there were complaints that it wasn’t exciting enough. Anyway, her attack misses but causes Bunbee to drop Mailpo when he dodges, and then Dream uses Shooting Star to destroy the Hoshiina, and Bunbee flees.

A few days later back at Natts House, Coco and Nuts collapse after finishing writing the last of their response letters to Milk (to say nothing of how many more may have come in in the intervening time). Karen comments that they apparently haven’t slept in 3 days while they wrote them. (side note: please do not do this, it is not worth it) They ask Syrup to deliver them and he refuses because it’s too much work, but Mailpo jumps on the table and starts sucking them up, to everyone’s surprise. Syrup tries to stop Mailpo, screaming about how he refuses to deliver this many letters, and the ending plays.

The Analysis

I must once again point out that the art quality on display here is uh..... not great. To be fair, it’s not awful or anything, my screenshot gallery will make it seem worse than it really is because close-ups tend to be better but they don’t tell the story as well. If I got all close-ups I’d have to take more pictures and I’ve had a bit of a problem doing that. This is the first time in a while I’ve had fewer than 100 screenshots and I kind of want to keep this energy. ANYWAY.

I don’t hate this episode, I want to emphasize that early. But it doesn’t do much for me either. It just... exists. The main point is to establish Mailpo, who had previously appeared with little fanfare in the previous episode, so little that I didn’t bother mentioning them because I knew this episode showcased them more. Also I am referring to Mailpo with the singular “they” because they don’t display characteristics of any gender. Mailpo is Mailpo.

So, Mailpo, moreso than most fairies, seems to be meant as a toy first and foremost. As I said they’re just an LCD screen in a cute casing with penguin limbs. (surprisingly though, I wasn’t able to actually find a toy of it) Nevertheless, they have an innate charm to them. They’re kind of like a Pokémon, all they do is say their name... or the first syllable anyway: MEH! They’re very endearing, they waddle around and just do their best. They suck up and spit out mail like nobody’s business. You can’t not like Mailpo. 10/10 best fairy in this show. We stan a legend.

Speaking of toys, there’s a slightly higher than usual emphasis placed on them in this episode. I mentioned that we got a repeat on how to catch Palmins with the CureMo, but there’s also the curious case of some kind of interaction between the CureMo and Syrup. When the girls are getting ready to board him, Syrup has Komachi touch her CureMo to his wing, similar to scanning a pass at a train or bus terminal, and his wing turns into a set of stairs.

I have to assume this is some kind of feature on the toy, but it’s hard to find information on 12 year-old Japanese toys.

The most notable theme on display is responsibility. It’s not pounded over your head or anything, just shown in a few places. If Syrup had taken responsibility and delivered the letter, Mailpo wouldn’t have gotten lost. Coco and Nuts dodge their responsibility to write response letters to Milk, and at the end they’re exhausted from trying to catch up. Ironically the most responsible character present is Bunbee, who faithfully pulls off his duty to study the Precures and actually comes up with a decent plan to lure them out. I don’t know if it was meant to even be a theme of this episode at all, but that’s what I picked up on.

Some passing thoughts: Mint’s new attack is badass, I wish she’d gotten to use it to actually finish off the Hoshiina rather than just attacking Bunbee but oh well, she’ll get her chance to shine. The comedy on display is good, and there’s a fun callback to the previous season when Rin jokes about Karen’s grape juice and Karen responds by threatening not to buy Rin’s orange juice. I could watch a whole episode of the two of them just playfully annoying each other.

And once again I have to point out the logical shortcomings on display: when they receive a mountain of letters from Milk, they decide to respond to each one individually instead of doing the sensible thing of reading them all, assessing common themes and points, and responding with a single letter that covers all the bases. Japanese culture idolizes working yourself to exhaustion and taking very few breaks, it’s a serious cultural problem and it manifests in their art as well because it’s just so commonplace. I do have to once again say: please do not sacrifice sleep for your dreams or goals, or even your obligations. It’s bad for you.

The main objective of this episode is just to develop Mailpo and Syrup’s relationship, since they’re the new characters, and it works well enough. I already said it makes Mailpo very endearing and Syrup warms up a bit as well. He’s still stand-offish but not as much as in the previous episode. Mailpo brings out the best in him, and when Mailpo goes missing, Syrup feels guilty and wants to find his friend again. However, a second, more subtle goal of this episode is to remind the audience that Milk is still out there, in active communication with the team. It would be easy to write her off as being away in the Palmier Kingdom, but they make it a point to physically show her, if only for a minute, ensuring the audience remembers she exists and is relevant. For..... reasons.

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 Kettei!

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💕Dreaming Of You 💕Part IV.

The flashing red and blue lights, the loud noises and the uncomfortable darkness, where you couldn’t see properly and you couldn’t speak or move. When you regained your conscious you were laying on the hospital bed. The bed was framed with white curtains. Memories flashing back in your mind, like a never ending story, all over again, about your attacker, you tried to memorize the shape of her face but you forgot everything when you felt down from the stairs. What happened then? You don’t remember anyting, you looked down on your arms, both of them were covered with white gauze, then you felt a sharp pain in your head, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Was it serious?” - you wondered, when a picture of your bood clovered hands crossed your mind. 

- Miss Y/N, are you awake now? - a doctor came in through the curtains. He held your hospital card. 

- You injured your head badly, but thankfully you had a light concussion. How do you feel yourself? We should keep you in the hospital, till the remaining medical examinations. 

- Ah, I see... What about the attacker? Where is she? - you asked, because it was the only thing that mattered. 

- I don’t know nothing about this miss. The police will arrive soon, shall I call them that you are awake? - you nodded. 

- Also, you have some visitors. - your eyes widened: 

- Visitors? - you repeated. Before the doctor could reply, Jisung pulled apart the courtains and dramatically pulled you in his arms, he was still sobbing: 

- Y/N I’m so sorry about what happened! This is all, our fault!!! 

- Ouch, Han.... This is hurting me right now! - you said and gently pushed him away: 

- I will take you on a date, when you are released from the hospital, okay? We will eat ice cream and go to the riverside!! Lee Know can join us as well, if he is behave until then! 

- Don’t count me in! I have to spend some quality time with my cats as well! You can come over Y/N if you want, my cats are can’t wait to meet with you! - you were blinking rapidly, try to process how kind they were actually with you. 

- Stop it guys, just let her rest a little bit. The police is after the attacker. - Chan spoke up and suddenly the room became quiet again, then you realized Felix and Hyunjin wasn’t there. 

- This is a relief Chris. Still.... I’m confused, I try to remember her appareance but I forgot everything. One thing for sure, she is obsessed with Felix... Maybe I really spent too much time with him! 

- He is your best friend, you shouldn’t blame yourself! - you glanced at Changbin with thankful smile: 

- Yes, I guess you are right. 

- To be honest, it was shocking, we even heard about you in the news as well! - Seungmin added.

- You all came here... I’m so happy. 

- We couldn’t reach Felix tho, he is acting strange lately... 

- Seungmin is right, he is hidding something... At first, Hyunjin said that maybe you two are dating but c’mon Y/N you have a better taste than that! - uhh sorry Changbin, you knew it as well that you chossed the wrong person, now it’s just became even clearer for you. To be honest, it’s still hurt you a little bit, he was with Mia for sure if he is not picking up his phone. 

- Noona!!!! - Jeongin came in, like a tornado, with a bouqet of flowers in his hand, his eyes were red from crying. He kneeled down beside your bed, like a knight in a shining armour. The others tried not to laugh at loud at his actions, the nurses were also whispering about how cute is him: 

- Woah, you really bought this I.N, how generous... You are just like a real little brother! - at your words, everyone started laughing, except Jeongin: 

- Noona, am I just a kid to you, right? Even after I saved you... - then, you suddenly remembered, the moment when you dialed his number: 

- Jeongin, don’t create fairytales! Hyunjin went into the building to save Y/N, you were crying outside! 

- Y/N!! - he looked at you with sadness in his eyes: 

- Don’t believe him! Changbin Hyung is just jealous! - you really felt loved, when you were with them. But is it going to be same, when your friendship with Felix is  so fragile? Speaking of the devil, he showed up out of the blue and for a moment you smile of hope spread across your lips, but when you saw he wasn’t alone the words are got caught up in your throat. 

Mia.... He was with her, without any excuses, without any denial. She was just like, how you imagined her. The beautiful raven hair, cute rosey lips and delicate pale skin, like a real life porcelain doll, perfect in every detail. Tall and skinny, and there you are, wounded and covered with bandages. It was the last drop in the glass, because it really hit you, why you were in your current situation: 

- Felix and Mia? Why she is here with you? - Chan asked it first, with confusion in his voice. 

- Later, I will explain everything to you guys. Now, please let us be privately... Just the three of us. - they didn’t understand why it’s necessary for them to left your hospital room and the whole scene was more strange, thanks to the presence of Mia. How he is related to you? 

When they left, awkward silence engulfed the whole place, Mia called you in a shy voice, while she reahed out to your hand: 

- Thanks Y/N for protecting us. You are an amazing person, you sacrificied yourself for our happiness! - this girl is truly crazy? Maybe it’s better is she is not speaking and then she seems more clever. What are you a freaking punching bag? It’s really sounded like that. 

- She is right, thinking about how awful it can be, when the one that you love is in danger... The possibility that Mia will be in the same place as you was high, but thanks to that misunderstanding, we are safe from the people’s suspecting eyes. However my heart is aching for you dear Y/N. - Felix sounded like an idiot as well, what’s happening? Are you still in a coma? You hoped you are. 

- We wanted to make it offical, that we are dating, but maybe it’s way too dangerous now. After the sasaeng incident, it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

- Guys.... - you finally interrupted them, it’s time to speak up and protect yourself: 

- You two just really thanked me this?! I mean, I’ve got into this messed up thing because of your relationship drama Felix! And now you are thanking me? - you couldn’t believe it, all these years spent with adoration. You thought he is the love of your life and now you have to realize that he is selfish and the only thing he is care about is his girlfiend and her safety? When you are laying here, like a rock, with an aching wound on your head? 

- What if she hurts me more Felix?! What is she cuts my face with her knife?! You would be happy because it’s not happened with your girlfriend?! - at this point, tears were streaming down on your cheeks. But you just couldn’t care about it. Wasn’t that pathetic enough? This is the end of it: 

- It’s not what I meant Y/N! Of course I’m worried about you as well! I just... 

- No! - you shouted. 

- Just stop it and get out! Get out with your perfect face, with your perfect life, with your perfect idol girlfiend! Just get out from my life.... Forever.... 

- Y/N.... - Felix was lost in his words, you never acted like that before. 

- Are you serious? - he asked in disbelief. 

- I’ve never been more serious. I don’t want to see you again. - you said and it’s really sounded harsh, you wiped your eyes. 

- Y/N, don’t do this please... It’s not what I meant about it! 

- It’s absolutely sounded like that! And you know what? I don’t care what you meant by this, you are too blind to see my real feelings anyway. If you only know how does it feel like, but you won’t because you are living under a buble, where everyone is just so fucking pretty! Now, please get out.... - Mia was shocked, like  you could read her mind, she thinks that you hit your head too hard and now you gone nuts. Felix, maybe he is blaming your head injury as well, but he will see that you were dead serious. He just stood up from your bed and walked out, without a word and then, you just nodded, this is the answer that you’ve been waiting for, you had to do this. It was the right thing to do. 

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The first week felt like an enternity after what happened between you and Felix. You missed his messages, you missed his voice, you missed him so bad it’s almost drove you crazy, but your prides was stronger this time. It was easy to get yourself busy with the tasks, you wanted to find a new rent as soon as possible and move out from the old one. You couldn’t live there after what happened with you? But the problem is, that since you stopped working in a shift, because of all the university tasks, you had absolutely no money at all... 

To be honest, you were a true introvert, living under the same roof with a room mate sounded impossible for your taste but after a while, you decided to make a change in your life. From now on, you will do everything to change your personality and born anew, like a real confident femme fatale. It wasn’t easy you had to take small steps, but maybe the first one should be a little bit more risky. That’s why you changed your plan and soon you found a girl, who was searching for a room mate. 

Because of the excitment that you felt, towards to the moving you weren’t thinking about Felix and Mia, nor the other members of Stray Kids. After, you cut every contact with him, it would be uncomfortable to keep in touch with the others. Also, you unfollowed every stz related page on your insta, because it was too painful to see how Felix looked more and more handsome with each passing day. You just needed time to clear your head, also you promised to yourself to make more friends at the uni and also move out more frequently. 

After one week, you were busy preparing for the exams, also you went out shopping to buy some new clothes for spring. Maybe, you spent too much money on clothes, even tho you couldn’t afford them at that moment. Still, you wanted to look little bit more stylish, you also made an appointment to a hair salon, a little change never hurt, after a mental breakdown. You also called the girl, who was searching for a housemate and asked her for a meeting. 

It was one day, before your last exam, at February when you met with her. She was truly unique to be honest! She came here from America as an exchange student, her name was Lexy and she was really cheerfull and lively. The complete opposite of you. A confident, super blonde and super pretty girl, who knew exactly how beautiful she was. Inspite of this she was still friendly and humble with you: 

- Y/N I can’t wait to live with you! You know, my previous housemate, was my boyfriend but he dumbed me so I threw out his stuffs! That’s why, you can decorate his old room in your stlye! I will help buy everything! - you chuckled at her words: 

- To be honest, I’m so happy that I found you on the real estate page! Really, I hope we will get along well! 

- I already like you Y/N! You seems so kind and adorable! When do you want to move in with me? 

- This weekend would be too soon? 

- No! Please do as you feel like it! - you nodded, you wanted to leave that place quickly it’s always reminded you of the saseang’s attack, also of Felix. It was torturing. 

A new chapter begun in your story, you were sure about that when you met with your new housemate. It was on Friday, when you packed all of your things in a cardboard box. You didn’t have much to carry, since you only brought the most essentials to Seoul, when you left your hometown.

You already got a key to the apartment, since Lexy had lectures till the afternoon and your day was absolutely free. When you entered the flat, a small living room greeted you, the walls are painted pastel pink, also all of the furnitures were pinkish and white, on the couch there were fluffy pillows and blankets. It was cozy, more cozy, than you imagined beforehead. From the living room, two door opened, one of the doors was decorated with colorful butterflies. It was Lexy’s room behind it and infront of that, yours was waiting for you to enter.. 

“Y/N finally, you started something, so do not freak out! It will be better from now on... The attacker won’t find you there, not even Felix, you are safe!” - you took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was almost empty, only a bed stood there and a cabinet, also a little writing desk. You started to organize your things and put your clothes on the cabinet’s shelf. Also, you played some music during the settling so you spent your first day in your new home comfortably, without any troubling or useless speculation. 

Around 7pm Lexy arrived as well, you were in the kitchen making noodles when she embraced you from the back. You almost dropped the chopsticks from your hand, it’s really startled you: 

- Congratulation Y/N for moving in!!! We should celebrate this! The night is young, let’s go out! - your stomach tightened at her idea. You were never the “going out” type of girl, you rather stayed at your quite home while all of your classmates went out for parties. 

- I’m not sure Lexy... I’ve never... - you wanted to make an excuse, but why? You really need to change yourself darn it! You have to make another big step, but maybe it was too early for you to take such a huge one. Then, when you found an acceptable answer for why you don’t want to go out tonight, you hear your phone buzzing, you looked than and saw Felix’s name. You only read the first part of his message, which started with the greatest line of mystification: I have to apologize Y/N... - as quikly as you could you deleted the message from your screen and glanced back to Lexy: 

- I changed my mind, I put on some makeup and let’s go out!

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Well, that’s how you got into the first party of your life. It was an intense experience, since clubs are not made for you, the loud music, which makes your ears bleed and the place was so crowded you almost fainted. At least, you looked good: you wore a tight black dress, with a deep, red velvet jacket and you put on a lipstick with the exact same color.  Also for the first time, boys compliment you but it’s mabye doesn’t count because they were incredibly drunk. 

You sat down with your housmate at a more peaceful corner, she asked you to dance with her, but you had your limits when you were sober: 

- Then, let’s drink something! - she giggled and left you alone at the table, You sighed, the air felt too hot in this place, also the waltzing, flashing lights made you dizzy, even without drinking sip. 

- Here you are!! - Lexy brought two bottle of soju and poured you out one shout. You have never tasted soju, regardless of the fact that you came here, four months ago. 

- How does it taste? - you asked, but Lexy didn’t hear it, the music was too loud, she just waved and said: 

- It’s not that strong! - you rapidly emptied your glass. Woah, it was horrible! Your throat felt sore but Lexy already placed another shot infront of you: 

- Let’s drink till you have guts for dancing. - not for the dancing part, you just wanted to forget so you drank the second, and the third, and also the fourth as well. You placed your elbows on the table, trying to compose yourself, your vision was spinning at this point, you couldn’t think straight, you just wanted to check the message, what Felix sent to you. Lexy disappeared on the dance floor, and you felt sick sitting like that, beside the table so you slowly stood up and made your way to the rooftop. 

The scenery was breathtaking on this clear, and cold night, and every breath, you took felt amazing outside. You searched for your phone inside the jacket’s pocket, when you realized that you are not alone. Someone was standing there, nearly on the end of the rooftop. You approached this person, you weren’t sure why, maybe your almost drunk self wanted a little company? 

- Excuse me... - you mumbled and when he turned around, you swore your soul almost left your body! It was Hwang Hyunjin! Why, out of all people all around the world, why he was the one standing infront you? The fate played a dirty and a really unfair game with you. You covered your face.

 “Should I run?” 

- Y/N?! - he blurted out loudly after he removed his airpods. He was as suprised as you: 

- Why are you here?! - you asked. 

- The same goes for you! Are you followed me here?! 

- In your dreams, I would never follow you anywhere! - you answered. 

- I came here, with my housemate. 

- You moved out? - oh no, mabye it wasn’t a good idea to put it like that. 

- Yes... Do you want to tell my adress to a sasaeng again? - okay, you started to be a little bit harsh with him, but he deserved it. However, this time, he seemed a little bit different than his usual self. His face looked tired and somehow... sad? 

- I didn’t know your adress, how could I tell to anyone then? - awkward silence: 

- Look, I’m sorry for what happened. Okay? Let’s just forget about it please. 

- Hyunjin... - you were mean to him just a moment ago but now you remembered: when you woke up in the hospital, Changbin said that he was the one who rushed into the building for you and called the emergency. 

- I was stupid to brought this topic up... - he looked at you, his beatiful face still reflected pain and sorrow:

- How come you told Felix to never meet again? You did this....because of... Mia? - he mentioned her name in such a trembling tone. Your heart started to beat faster: 

- You were in love with him...I heard it in the hospital, to be honest I came there as well but I didn’t have any courage to go inside. I felt myself quilty, and I still do. It’s true that you are annoying with your shy and pathetic self pity attitude but I never wished this pain for you. - he knows about everything and you couldn’t deny it anymore. After all these years, it’s finally happened, someone knows about your secret now!!

- He didn’t even realize it! - you said, while big teardrops started to roll down on your cheeks.

- Felix told us that evening, that he is dating with Mia and asked everyone to keep his secret safe. We made a promise to him. - you gulped and you wiped your tears away with your sleevs: 

- I hope he will be happy with her... I should have told him about my feelings, now it’s to late, I lost him forever... - you admitted, still crying like a little girl, maybe the alcohol mixed with your feelings was more torturing than being sober. 

- I know how you feel. - Hyunjin said:

- I feel the same way... I should have told her. - with that, it’s became clear to you why he was standing there alone in the dark, without all the noise and flashing lights, he came here to forget as well...

- When I was a trainee. Mia was there too. She helped me with my dancing skills. I was too shy to tell her! I thought it’s obvious, and she will notice that I care about her and I cherish her! Just look at me Y/N! I’m damn gorgeus! - you almost laughed but you managed to keep it to yourself. 

- I mean, she could have me as well! Am I not good enough? Still, she choosed Felix... - fearing that he will be mad about it, you carefully reached out and place your hand on his shoulder: 

- Maybe, I’m not that gorgeus as you, but I truly cared about him and I was always by his side, when he needed me. But, we can’t do anything against it, love is not something, you are able to control. 

- It’s not fair, I just wanted to make her happy, why is have to be like this? I don’t even realized that they are dating behind my back. I feel so betrayed!

- I’m so sorry that you have to get through this. - you meant that because it was one of the worst feelings in the whole world. 

- What if I don’t accept this? - he asked, which made you blink in disbelief: 

- You hear me Y/N! What if we don’t accept this? What if we refuse it and make an attempt to change their mind? - are you dreaming this? Because it’s becoming a little bit absurd now: 

- Do you know some kind of which, who crafting love potions or what? 

- No! But, now that you mention it maybe we can find one as well! - you raised your eyebrows at him, he can’t be serious: 

- Let’s be real! I need to prove her, that she missed and amazing boyfriend! Also you need to prove Felix, that you are worthy enough to date him! We have to make them jealous! They have to scream out from jealousy! 

- Don’t say that you want to... 

- Exactly! Let’s play a little a game, shall we? 

[prettywitchiusaka]

FMA One-shot: A Great Idea

My last contribution to Royai Smut Week. It’s a short Drabble, but it’s something I really like and I hope you’ll like it.

Couple: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,113

Theme: t - Lovemaking/Passion

A Great Idea

by Prettywitchiusaka

Roy Mustang jolts awake from his deep slumber, panting as if his life depends on it. He looks up and sees a dark, familiar ceiling. That's when he realizes he's in his bedroom and not the Furhur's mansion.

Roy sighs. The whole thing had been a nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare.

Now that he knows he's not in any real danger, he places a hand to his forehead and feels the sweat that has formed on his face. It'd been a long time since he'd found himself waking up from another dream turned nightmare, but they still happened on occasion.

Of course, this one made sense to him the more he thought about it.

In a few days Amestris will be celebrating its return to democracy, a return that only exists because of his successful assassination of Furhur Bradley almost four years ago.

He was happy to see his country survive and prosper under this new Government, sure. But the memories of that night still haunt him, and much like Ishbal, it will continue to haunt him for the rest of his life.

In his dreams, he can still feel the blade of Bradley's sword pierce him at every opportunity, the near fatal stab wound to his heart and the desperate pleas of the Furhur's child begging for mercy as the father he idolized choked him to death. That's not even counting the gunshot he took to the eye, and the desperate, pleading wails of his First Lieutenant as she helplessly calls out to him.

"Mmm…"

Roy is still a bit jumpy so he looks down, only to be greeted with the sight of his girlfriend Riza Hawkeye fast asleep against his chest. His anguished looking face softens into a smile, and pretty soon he's forgotten all about the negative thoughts that were plaguing his mind as he keeps his one eye on her.

The moonlight trickling into the room has given her face a lovely glow, accentuating. Even her long, blonde hair seems to shine with a moonlit glow. Her hand rests gently on his pec, her mouth is in an o shape and her small breasts have pressed up against the lower half of his chest, making them look bigger than they actually were.

Roy breathes a deep sigh as he hugs the women he'd fallen in love with so long ago closer to him. They'd been through a lot together over the years.

They'd been friends since the academy, both aiming for a position in Central despite the fact that he was interested in becoming a State Alchemist, while she was interested in becoming a sharp shooter.

After the turmoil and stomach-turning things they both did in Ishbal, she'd vowed to help him rise to the Top and improve their country. Even if deep down, they both knew they deserved to rot in jail for their actions.

As the years went by, their friendship grew. And more and more, Roy found himself falling for his sweet yet no nonsense Lieutenant. He did so many questionable things during that time and she never left him, she even accompanied him to assassinate Bradley that very same night.

And whenever he asked why she stayed with him, her only response would be that it was her job. But he knew better. He knew that deep down, it was because she had feelings for him. Though for the life of him, he couldn't understand why.

When he came back from his station in the North two years later, he finally stopped denying his feelings for Riza and began a relationship with her in secret. The two of them and their team worked tirelessly for the next year or so, working alongside the police to solve cold cases involving murderers and alchemists.

A year later when Grunman dropped the Frat laws, they moved into a little townhouse in Central. They continued working on their relationship and their new life's work, which payed off with his recent promotion back to Brigadier General and hers to Captain.

For so long, Roy felt that Riza might be the one for him. That they were meant to spend the rest of their lives together, caring for and loving each other until their respective deaths.

But it really only crystallized for him earlier that night.

….

Roy pants heavily as he grins himself into his girlfriend repeatedly. And Riza? Well, all she can do is groan loudly and passionately at the force of his cock pumping side her.

He moans along with her, smiling stupidly as he feels her warm juices on his manhood. He loves the rhythmic tune of her moans, the perfect way her breasts bounce up against her chest and the way she whispers his name with such love and adoration.

"Roy…"

She makes his name sound like a melody, her pleasure sound like long forgotten lyrics to a song, her body look like a delicious treat he could never fully consume. And yet every time they do this tango, she leaves him wanting more.

Groaning, Roy wraps his arms around her and trailes sweet, loving kisses up her stomach and to her neck. Riza can only moan ecstatically as she holds onto his back and hair for dear life, exciting him.

But then she whispers "I want to have your baby…" And while Roy hears it, he only responds with a kiss to her lips.

….

Roy keeps his eye on her the whole time, thinking over her simple request. They'd been through so much together, and had loved each other through all of it. It would certainly be an all new adventure for them to raise a child of their own.

A life that they didn't destroy but created, together.

He smiles at the thought and whispers "I think that would be a great idea…" He pecks her forehead and drifts back to sleep, this time with both arms wrapped around her.

…..

Today was Riza's day off from work, so Roy is by himself in the car heading to work. But first he has a quick stop to make.

He parks the car in front of the cemetery, picks up the bouquet of flowers he bought only ten minutes ago, and walks over to the headstone that read Maes Hughes.

Roy smiles at the grave sight he's visited so often these past few years. Maes had been his best friend; if anyone deserved to know the news first, he did.

"Hey," he said. "Sorry I haven't visited you lately, I've been busy."

Roy pauses.

His smile widens again as he says "You'll be happy to hear this, though. I'm gonna ask Riza to marry me…"

The End

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Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 7

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6/ Pt. 7/ Pt. 8/ Pt 9

{Warning: smut ahead!}

The thing was, you loved Jackson. Jackson was your best friend, having met you when still were a trainee at your former agency, and working his way into a friendship like he always did with every English speaker he could find. It was him who suggested you to a manager at JYPe when you had decided to leave the dream of being a singer behind, he was also the one who refused to let you give up. He was also the one who actually made you go to the damn meeting with the producer himself to discuss the matters of your contract.The two of you had grown so close together he knew what you were feeling before yourself did.

The thing also was, you really didn’t want to go to his birthday party. Which was terrible of you. Jackson deserved the world and you couldn't even find in yourself the will to get ready to wish him a happy birthday, maybe sing a little song and leave the famous people infested party. The netizens comments on you weren’t good. They could be worse, sure, just the immature stans were saying bad things, but you knew these fans weren’t the whole fandom. After the official statement your agency had made, the comments seemed to dim down.

But you still were silly enough to look at the comment section of that stupid article. Big mistake. That had ruined your mood, killed your appetite and will to move away from your bed. Which was why you had called in the big weapons.

You had called Hyejin, the only one who could pretty much kick your ass into the right place when you were being like this. She was soon knocking on your door, leaning against the corridor wall all dramatic in her red dress, smiling at you like the cat who ate the canary.

She lost her smile the second she saw the state you were in. You had just taken a shower, your hair was roughly dried with your hair dryer, looking like a mess and your face wasn't any better. You had dark circles for days, which made you look a little bit like a zombie.

“Oh my God, you look like actual shit.”

“That’s nice.” you snorted, stepping aside for her to come in. “You look like an actual goddess.  That’s not fair at all.”

Rolling her eyes so hard at you wondered if she could see her brain, she threw an arm around you. You weren’t lying. Hyeji was probably one of the most beautiful women on Earth, and the tight red dress made her look even more like the femme fatale she was known to be. She leads the way to your room, sitting you in the chair in front of your desk, already reaching for your makeup drawer to start working on you, “Tell me what's bothering you, sweetie.”

If there was someone you trusted to be impartial about all your problems was her. Hyejin always spoke her mind, and even if it sometimes hurt you, she was mostly always right. She had taken you out of a lot of emotional dumps just by listening to you and telling, as logically as possible, in what ways you were being stupid and for that, you loved her fiercely. So you told her. About Sehun approaching you again, about Namjoon and you and whatever the hell it was that was happening between you two and…

“He hasn't texted me in, like, 4 days? Which is odd, because I can’t think of anything that I’ve done that could have gotten this reaction from him. And I mean, he doesn't have to text me every day, but I thought we were friends, y’know?”

“Honey,” she said, looking at you like you were younger than her, and not actually her older by good six months. “you can’t be casual and be friends. I love you, you know that right? So don't get me wrong when I say you should think about what you feel for him. And don’t even come at me with that ridiculous I don’t feel nothing that I know you’re about to say. You are probably one of the most talented, amazing and loving persons I know, and if that asshole thinks he can ignore you for days and you’re still gonna go running to him he can think twice.”

You blinked a little as she applied highlighter on the high points of your face. “I don’t go running to him, though. He’s the one who usually comes here.”

She gave you a knowing look. “Still. You’re a strong woman, Y/N. Don't let those ridiculous antis get to you. It's your life, you can live how you want to.” she cocked her head, seeming to think a little better. “I mean, without breaking your contract, that is. You don’t have a dating ban, do you?”

You shook your head. You didn't. Your contract was a little different from the rest of the artists, you knew that. You had specifically asked to not be moved to a dorm, and after your year as a trainee at JYPe, they trusted you enough not to have to legally ban you from dating.

She hummed a little, going to your closet as you start curling the ends of your hair. She had made an excellent job on you, going full glam with the makeup. Your smokey eyes made you look sexy and mysterious, and the highlighter made you absolutely gleam every time you moved your head, it was so different than the soft make-up you usually used when you were performing that it made you look like a new person. You already felt better with just that.

She threw a black bandage dress in your face, making you glare at her. She gave you a very suspicious smile “You’re going to look so hot, Unnie.”

It was your time to roll your eyes. “I’m not trying to look hot, Hyejin-ah. I’m not even gonna stay there for long. Pick some jeans or something, not a dress.”

Pouting a little, she chose high waisted ripped black jeans and a rose cropped top, which was just comfortable enough without looking too effortless. You slipped into the high heels she had waiting for you, checking yourself in the mirror. You did look good, even if you weren’t dressed for the type of party Jackson was famous for throwing.

You smiled at her, your full megawatt smile. You felt ready to go to your Best friend party, even if you didn't really know a third of the people who would be there.  

The good thing was that the boys' dorm was literally in the same neighborhood your apartment complex was, in another one of the housing complexes. You and Hyejin only had to walk two blocks, you could even drive if you wanted. You checked the mirror again, feeling a lot more confident than before.

She was the one who drove you two there in the end. After the security at the gates checked if you both were on the list and not some crazy fans trying to crash the party, you both walked to the door of the big house the boys had recently moved in. You could hear the low bass echoing through the walls, making your skin crawl with the beat, all these years of training telling you that you should be dancing, following the beat.

Opening the door, you let your eyes adjust to the low lights, recognizing a few faces in the living room, Hyejin pulling you behind her to say hi to them. You see a familiar set of shoulders, and you reach out your hand grabbing his sleeve.

“Oppa!” you say, smiling widely at the black haired man that was now giving you his famous eye smile.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jaebum says as he looks at you from head to toes, whistling low. “Did you find Jackson yet? He asked me about you a while ago.”

“I just got here, I don't know where he is. Take me to him?”

He nods, extending his hand to you. You take it without hesitation. Like all the rest of GOT7, he felt like family, you were used to the skinship. You waved at a few other Idols that called your name, smiling at them and promising to come back to talk later. You caught what you thought to be a familiar face with the corner of your eyes, but when you tried to identify who was it Jaebum was opening the door to the backyard, where Jackson was surrounded by - guess what- more famous people. You scoffed fondly at him, how he could make that many friends you didn't know.

The blond haired man screeched your name when he caught sight of you, making all the heads around him turn your way.

“You came! I'm so happy!” he screamed, turning to his side, grabbing the person closest to him, who happened to be his maknae. “Yugyeom! Y/N is here! Arent you happy, we love her don't we?”

You looked at Jaebum, who shrugged. “He drank a little already, you know how he is.”

You rolled your eyes going to him and hugging him, the familiar perfume making you smile. He spun you around for a second, and you humored him. It was his birthday, after all.

“Happy birthday, Oppa.” you managed to say after he put you down, hugging him tightly. “ Are you having fun?”

He nodded enthusiastically, making you smile again. You loved him, and even more so you loved seeing him happy. “You look so pretty that I'll forgive you for coming late. Do you want a drink?”

You hesitated for a second, making Jaebum lift his bottle of water to you. “Go ahead, I'll take you home later if you want, I won't be drinking today, I lost the ladder game.”

“You're so unlucky, oppa.” you said pityingly at him, making him ruffle your hair teasingly. You turned back to Jackson, who was excusing himself from his friends. “I'll take your offer, though.”

Jackson led you to the bar, back inside the house at the kitchen. There was a snack table next to it, you a… puppy ice sculpture on it? You laughed quietly with yourself.

“Two soju bombs, please,” he ordered, turned back at you as the bartender set the glasses of beer on the counter, pouring the two shots of soju and dropping the shot glasses inside the beer. You lift your glass at him.

“Here's to you, oppa. I hope you can be even more successful this year. I love you, Wang puppy.”

You both gulped down the contents of the drink, one glass alone being able to give you a pleasant buzz. You weren't a lightweight, so you should be okay for now.

“How are you? I feel like it's been ages since I last saw you. Are you still rehearsing for the special stage? What song was it again?”

You sighed. Just thinking about all the time you had spent locked in the dance studio made you tired. “It's Fetish, by Selena. There's so much floor grinding on it that I don't know how they're gonna air it. But I've been fine, you don't have to worry about me, oppa.”

He tsked at you. “You always say that. How about our dearest rapper, are you still seeing him?”

You sucked your bottom lip in, biting at it trying to formulate your answer. “I guess? It's been awhile since I last saw him. But it's not like we're dating, y'know. Were casual.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you guys cuddled.”

You sighed, ordering rum and coke. “I cuddle you and we're not dating.”

“We're not fucking either.” He singsongs, his head quickly turning in the direction of someone else trying to wish him a happy birthday.” Look, try to have fun, alright? Find me if you need anything or Jaebum hyung.”

You waved at him. Focusing on the drink in your hand, you made your way through the crowd, trying to find Hyejin again or at least someone else you were familiar enough with

“Hello, stranger.”

Your hand goes straight to your heart as you turn around and see Chanyeol giving you his dorky grin. You both were friends, and your break up with his group member didn't change this fact.

“Oppa, you scared me!”  you punched him lightly in the shoulder, noticing a very grumpy looking man beside him, looking at you with curiosity. You bowed awkwardly when you realized who he was. “Sunbaenim.”

Min Yoongi looked at you with a knowing smirk. “Have you been well, Y/N?”

You nod at him, trying to give a confident smile. Did he know about you and Namjoon? “I’ve been well, thanks for asking.”

“Yoongi-yah, have you heard the demo for her new song? I’ve been helping her with her rapping, it’s coming along pretty well.”

Yoongi looked at you again, eyebrow cocked. “You asked Chanyeol for help when you could have just asked Namjoon?”

You faltered a little at the mention of Namjoons name. God, you should really follow Hyejin advice and just sort out your feelings already.

“Oppa can you stop promoting me to every single person you know? You’re even worse than Jackson,” you whined, then turned back to the black haired rapper. “I did not ask him for help, I just sent the song to him to get a second opinion. And Namjoon was busy, why would I bother him?”

Chanyeol frowned a little. “Why would she ask Namjoon for help?”

“Cause they’re dating, that's why.”  

You almost snorted your drink through your nose, making him laugh at your expression, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. Chanyeol, the traitor, openly laughed at how red you got.

“We’re not dating. Why does everybody thinks I’m dating somebody?” You pointed a finger at the taller man. “Stop laughing you overgrown puppy, we’re not like that.”

“Sure you aren’t,” Yoongi replied, seeming more amused than he should be, voice laced with irony. “Look, send me the song, it won't kill me to take a look at it. I heard some of your tracks before, you’re pretty talented, it wouldn't hurt me to help you.”

You bowed again, smiling brightly. “That would be great, I’m a big fan of your mixtape, I cried listening to it.”

He gave you his famous shrug. “I have that effect on people.”

Someone else called you from across the room, so you took your leave.

A blur of a familiar face catches your attention at the corner of the room. Just as tall as you remembered him, Namjoon looked as strikingly handsome as always as he sucked faces with a girl that looked like a model. His hands were gripping her waist as he pinned her against the wall, and you felt sick, sick, sick, a foreign feeling settling in your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs as you turned on your heels and left the room.

You had to get out of there. You had to sort yourself out, because of this feeling, whatever it was, was something you weren't supposed to have. You weren't supposed to feel hurt by it. But he was avoiding you, even though you had done absolutely nothing wrong. Even though you two were friends.

You know you two weren’t exclusive, but you never thought he actually was hooking up with other girls. You turned around, going back down to were Hyejin was with some of her other Idol friends. The only one you knew was Jaebum and Jimin. Hyejin looked at you surprised when you simply took the drink from her hand, drinking it all in one long gulp.

“Are you okay?” She asked, taking the cup back. “You look upset.”

You gave her a smile that could only be described as a little maniac.“I’m great. I'm going to dance for a bit then I think I'll head back home.”

She and Jaebum exchanged a look. The older man looked at you with concerned eyes. “Come get me when you're ready, ok? I'll drive you.”

You nod. waving at them ad you made your way to the dance floor, hips already swaying with the beat of the music that was playing. You needed to get your mind off of the image of Namjoon swallowing some girls face, and you knew you could erase all your thoughts while you were dancing.

You could feel the alcohol freeing your movements even more, making your thoughts go hazy and taking your worries off of it. You weren't drunk, by any means, you were just feeling slightly buzzed.

You soon find a group of female idols gesturing at you to join them, which you happily do so, accepting another drink and doing the slightly unsynchronized choreography of whatever music was playing. When you feel your last drink starting to fade, you make your way to the bar again, tripping over something on the way.

Strong hands catch you before you can even fall down, the scene all too familiar.

“Why are you always tripping in something?”

You look up at Sehun, looking like a model as always. You have to stop yourself from scoffing at him. “That’s cause you’re always in my way.”

He seemed a little amused at that, taking the drink from the bartender and handing it to you. “I was literally behind you. But yeah, I was looking for you, I still want to talk.”

You give him your best stinky eye, which wasn’t that stinky at all, but really adorable. “Why should I talk to you? Last time I talked to you someone started rumors about us again.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I know, I’m sorry about that. I just really want to clear the air between us. I’m tired of you avoiding me every time.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, scrutinizing the boy in front of you. He looked sincere, and to be honest you were also tired of all this. You were a little drunk by now, which made it less likely to you killing him. And you were tired of having all those bad feeling about him, hating someone took a lot of energy.

You nod your head, looking around for somewhere you two can talk without having to shout. Seeming to understand what you wanted, Sehun grabbed you arm lightly when you looked a little unstable again in your high heels, guiding you to the kitchen.

You push yourself up on the counter, sitting comfortably. Sehun watches every move you make, his sharp eyes familiar even after all this time. “You can talk, stop staring at me.”

“I’m sorry.” He starts after a second or two, taking a step closer to you, eyes on yours now. “I was wrong about the things I said to you. I was stressed about the group and I took it out on you. I regret the way we broke things off. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions.”

You feel yourself nodding again. You had lashed out of stress more than once too, you could understand. But even so, his words had hurt you. “Did you mean any of it, though, even a little bit? Me being hard to love, and a clingy pain in the ass?

He winced at the memory. “You’re not any of that. I didn't mean it, Y/N. You were perfect, I was just stupid, and my manager kept telling me that all my fans would drop me if they knew I was dating you. I just wanted a way out.”

You nursed your drink again, pondering about what he said. You could understand, you were in the same position than him, being an idol it was a scary thing to like somebody. After what seemed like a while, you smiled tentatively at him again. “Okay, Sehun-ah, I forgive you.”

He looked up at you, giving another step forward, getting closer to you. “Really? But why?”

You laughed a little. “I’m trying to be a better person, and hate is not a pretty feeling. But I won’t get back with you, I still don’t understand all that bullcrap at the café.”

“I meant it. I do miss you, and I’m not gonna lie, if we got back together it would be amazing. Do you really don’t feel anything for me anymore?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know what I feel about anything lately,” you answer truthfully, letting him rest his hands on the counter, trapping you in between them,  watching him as he leans a little bit more towards you.

And maybe you only let him do that because of all the drinks you had, or maybe it was because you saw Namjoon with that girl and you wanted to prove yourself something, or maybe it was because Hyejin had told you to sort your feelings about everything, which was what you decided to do now when he asked, “Do you want me to leave? Is this okay?”

And you shook your head, “Is okay, I want to see if it’s true.”

He smiled at you, bringing his lips to yours, his hands now gripping your hips as he kissed you deeply. And it was… it was nice. Sehun had always been a good kisser, and he felt familiar. He kissed you like he wanted to prove a point, biting your bottom lip and sucking it. It was nice, but...

But he didn’t make your heart skip a beat anymore, didn't feel like home like he used to in the past. Not like someone else did. You pushed him away lightly, giving him a small smile. “It’s not the same, is it?”

He sighed, sliding both his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, it isn’t.”

You leaped out of you sitting position, sending a wave of dizziness to your head, making him reach out his hand to stabilize you again. “Oh, shit. I should go home before I break my ankle. Did you see where Jaebum went?”

He guided you through the crowd again, earning you two a few stares. You didn’t really mind. You were feeling especially light, in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with not having a bunch of negative emotions about someone. And yes, you still were kinda hurt by everything he said, but you knew you had made the right decision at being a better person. You had needed closure about that, and you finally got it. Your other feelings you could deal with later.

Namjoon listened to Jackson talk about this new rapper he liked, smiling at his friend. Jackson was so excitable. He looked around discreetly, trying to spot you. He saw you smiling at Yoongi earlier before that girl had pulled him upstairs, offering a smile and the promise of making him forget about all the thoughts of you.

It obviously didn’t work. It didn’t feel right, kissing her, pressing her against the wall.

Heaving a sigh, he focused on his slightly inebriated friend again. He was standing with his back to the door, which was why he heard you before he saw you.

“Oppa,” you called out, making Jackson turn his head in your direction. “where's Jaebum? I want to go home.”

In the back of his mind Namjoon thought how ridiculous it was, the way you looked straight out of a movie as you walked over to them, avoiding people who were in the way. Being in this field of work he was pretty accustomed to pretty girls in high heels. But you, he thought, looked like something out of this world. He had thought so as well the first time he saw you, nervous-looking but still smiling at your dongsaengs encouragingly as you were walking the way to your first stage, bowing at him and smiling when you two crossed ways.

“Nah, last I saw him he was talking to Youngjae. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

You almost tripped on somebody's foot, making a hand shot from behind you, keeping you in place. You batted the hand away, turning to say something to the owner of it. With your movements, Namjoon was able to see Sehun behind you, giving an amused smirk at what sounded like an annoyed 'i'm not gonna trip stop trying to catch me you big tree log”.

And just like when he had seen the photos, he felt something heavy in his chest.

Sehun lifted his hands to show he was giving up, turning around and leaving the room as you rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to Jackson. your eyes finally registering who was standing beside him.

Your gazed locked in his for a second, full of things he didn't know how to identify. Before he could say anything, you averted your eyes. “ I can walk home, I’m not drunk or anything and it's close by anyway.”

You walked over, giving Jackson a hug, smiling at him wishing him a happy birthday again. “Try the next room, but if you’re going alone be careful, okay?”

And before he could say anything, before he could even explain why he hadn’t talked to you in days, you were walking away again.

“She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon croaks after a second, watching you disappear through the crowd.” she’s breathtaking.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two,” Jackson says, quietly but more serious than Namjoon had ever seen him look, “but you should fix it Namjoon.”

Namjoon gulps down the drink in his hand. “Nothing happened. I don’t fuck with girls with boyfriends, that’s all.”

Jackson frowns, looking over at the taller man again. “She doesn’t. She and Sehun broke up over a year ago. And besides, she never looked at anybody like she looks at you.”

“Oh,” Namjoon whispered, checking his pockets for his phone. “I have to- look, happy birthday, Jackson, but I should-”

“Yeah yeah, go after her.”

After removing your makeup and changing to comfortable clothes, you stand in front of the big windows in your living room, absorbing the moonlight. It wasn't late, is almost 2, and you weren't going to be able to sleep if you tried. In the short walk home you had sobered up completely, and now you had to deal with the conflicting emotions you had about Namjoon.

At least you didn't have to worry about Sehun anymore. You really didn't feel nothing for him anymore, and he seemed to realize that as well. It would be a good thing, you let your past with him in the past. All the future stages you both could possibly do would be a lot less awkward.

You were still staring at the moon when you heard a tentative knock on the door, making you grab the closest weapon (your tv remote control) before cautiously opening the door.

Namjoon looked at you and to the object in your hands, wielded like a sword.

“Were you planning to turn whoever was at your door off?”

You groan a little embarrassed, stepping aside so he could come in. “I didn't know it was you.”

Taking his shoes off, he looks at you again. “Why did you leave so early? Weren't you having fun?”

Again. you focus on anything else but his brown eyes. “Not as much as you. That girl was pretty, by the way. I thought you would take her home, what’re you doing here Namjoon?”

“You're prettier,” he says, stepping forward and cupping your cheek with his hand, the other going to your waist. “I'm sorry I didn't talk to you even though I said I would. I was busy overthinking stuff. I also thought you were dating Sehun.”

“I'm not. “ You clarify quickly. “I'm only seeing you.”

He's closer now, eyes glued to you, watching you every reaction. His scent surrounds you, making you feel a little dizzy, making your chest hurt a little with the realization of how you had missed him.

You continue after a second of trying to understand what the look in his eyes meant as he stared at you so intensely. “You could have at least said something, it was a dick move, Namjoon-ah. Friends don't just ignore each other like that.”

“I'm sorry.” He replied sincerely, gulping a little loudly. “I missed you. Can you forgive me? I promise I'll be a better friend.”

“Okay.” You say easily stepping closer to him, closing the distance between you two. “I missed you too. Did you have fun on tour?

He nodded yes, smiling with relief. “The boys drove me insane half the time and I thought I was gonna lose my voice with all the interviews.”

“Poor you,” you cooed sweetly at him, getting on your tiptoes and lacing your arms around his neck. “must suck to be so smart and know a whole other language fluently.”

He gave one of his laughs at you, the one he did when he was left wordless. “I forgot how bratty you could get.” he fake scoffed at you. “You don't have any right to say that, you speak even better than me.”

You smiled at him before hiding your face in his neck, kissing the spot where it connected with his shoulder. “Oops, my bad.”

“You're lucky that with a smile of yours you can get away with anything.”

“I'm not the one with dimples, oppa. I could live in your dimples and die a happy woman.”

He laughed his sponge bob laugh, making you look up at him again. “I really missed you, Y/N.”

You traced his jawline with your fingers, looking at him through your eyelashes, “Show me, then.”

His gaze on your changed at the same time the atmosphere did, becoming dark and heavy with the innuendo of your words. Without saying anything, his grip on your waist tightened as he stepped forward, making you do the same until your back was against your door, his body pressed flush against yours. He reached his arms behind you, palming your ass over one of his oversized shirts you were wearing, making your hips press against his again.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you since I went away. Especially since the last time we facetimed. You looked so good moaning for me all across the world, baby girl.”

You licked your lips, waiting impatiently for him. “I always look good. I look even better moaning live, or did you already forgot it?”

His lips brushed against yours, sending electric shocks all over your skin.

“I remember. Don't think I'll ever forget, angel.”

And then he was kissing you, mouth devouring yours, drinking your needy whines as he rutted against you like he hadn't drink water in a long time.

And this, your heartbeat speeding up, you breathing becoming heavier with each squeeze of his hands against you, was what was missing when Sehun kissed you.

You had gone a month without his touch but now it felt like you were going to die if he didn't touch you properly already.

“Joon, please. Bed.” you pleaded when he stopped the kiss, moving to your neck, sucking the skin there, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Jump,” he said, hands pushing your butt up. You obeyed, lacing your legs around his waist. This way you were directly grinding at his erection, causing him to hiss as you took your time to suck his neck this time, not caring if you left a mark. Makeup was invented for a reason.

He didn't waste any time as he lowered you to your bed, taking off his own shirt and pants as quickly as possible. You could see how hard his cock how, stretching the fabric of his grey boxers. You gulped loudly with the promise of him inside of you soon.

He kissed you again, making you sigh against his lips. His hands sneaked inside your shirt, fingers hooking at the seams of your underwear, pushing it down your legs.

And then his fingers are brushing against your sex, sliding against your slit, making him let out a half groan when he realizes how wet he already made you.

Stopping the kiss, he lifts himself up bending the arm his not using, watching you as you moan when he finally push two fingers inside of you, watching you as you arch your back, hand gripping his arm to ground yourself a little.

He smirks when you moan his name loudly, nudging your hips upwards into his touch.

“So eager, angel. Do you like my fingers?”

“Yes, so much. I- ah, Namjoon, please.” you whine, “aren't you gonna take off my shirt?”

His movements stop, “It's mine, actually. And no. I told you I was gonna eat you out in my shirt, didn't I?”

You can only nod, watching him positioning his face between your legs, parting them even more with his hands, pushing your knees up, making you more available to his mouth. His lips traced invisible lines down your already wet folds, making your breath hiss.

His tongue circled your clit slowly, going down flat, the tip of it playing with your entrance. He lifts his head a little, looking you straight in the eyes. “You taste so good angel, do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

“Yes, “ you say, voice uneven and raspy with desire. “please, oppa. “

He smiled again, and suddenly his dimples didn't look so cute anymore. He attacked you with his mouth again, sucking hard at your already swollen clit, licking it like his sole purpose on earth was to make you cum in his mouth. And you were already so close with only his fingers that when his tongue enters you this time, pressing against the spot that had you moaning, his thumb now working on the bundle of nerves, making you come so hard your legs were still shaking when he deemed he had tasted your juices enough.

When he finally lifts himself up, taking your shirt now, you push him into a kiss. tasting you in his mouth, all your muscles feeling like pudding.

“I can't move “ you informed him with a pout as he reaches over your into your drawers, fishing a condom out and rolling it in his cock after kicking his boxers out. “I wanted to ride you, that's not fair.”

He gives you a laugh, nose nuzzling your year, positioning himself between your legs. “Life's not fair, angel. Are you too sensitive or can you go again?”

“I can always go again with you.”

“Good.” he hums before sliding inside of you, his hips hitting yours with a lewd noise. His eyes are closed as he hisses, “Fuck baby, so tight for me. I'm gonna fuck you so well, make up for all the lost time.”

You don't respond to it, only being able to sigh a moan as he picks up his pace, letting him hold both your knees up, making you even tighter around him. And god, how you had missed him inside of you hitting you so hard that the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through your apartment, the sound of his moans against your neck making you clench around him.

His hands let go of your legs. coming to both your hands, entwining your fingers, lifting your arms above your head. “Oppa, I'm close again already.”

He slows down, watching you squirm under him, his eyes now almost black with desire as he watched you moaning with each lazy trust, the skin of his pelvis pressing against your clit so slowly. He kisses you again, this time slowly, just like his trusts. before he's reaching for one if your pillows, turning you around stomach down, sliding the pillow underneath your hips, lifting your hips up. You perk your ass up, feeling him slide inside you again, deeper, this position making it easier for him to hit the head of his cock against your g spot with every thrust.

“Come, angel. You feel so good around my cock, god, you're such a good girl, aren't you? Come for me, baby girl, let me make you feel good.”

His hands are in your hair, pulling it so he can kiss you as he fastens his pace, making your clit rub against the pillowcase, the friction so good together with him pounding into you, making you close your eyes with the intensity of the pleasure it's causing you, and you feel your second orgasm hit you again, moaning so loudly Namjoons name into his mouth, whining as he continues to pound you until he's the one coming, gripping your hips in a way you knew was going to bruise but you didn't mind not a little bit.

He slides out of you, rolling to your side, pulling you against him. “I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly against his neck letting his hands in your hair lull you to sleep. “Me too, oppa.”

Next morning the first thing you see when you wake up is Namjoon, bathed in the sun seeping through your window, staring straight at you.

“You're really beautiful, even after seeing you so many times I'm still awed by how gorgeous you are.”

“Thank you.” you say quietly hiding your face in his neck, blushing even though you were more than used to being complimented, breathing his scent deeply, letting his smell wrap around your chest as you continue to think about how you felt about him.

It was beyond obvious, you notice after a second of staring at his bronze skin, at the moles in his neck. that you were a little gone for him. Bittig at your bottom lip. you push back from him, looking at his face now.

It was scary, this thing. Not knowing what somebody else felt about you. Especially when that someone was somebody you treasured as your friend.

He pauses before looking down at you like he can sense that there's something in your mind that's bothering you. “What's wrong?”

You quickly shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“That's bullcrap in a chef's salad. Tell me what's bothering you.”

You breathe deeply.“I was jealous when I saw you kissing that girl. I shouldn't be, should I? We're casual… right? Just friends.”

He blinks a little, seeming confused. “I mean. yeah. You did? But why-”

“I don't want to lose you.” You said quietly, voice so small you were afraid he couldn't hear you. “And if we keep doing this thing it's going to have to end sometime, we'll end up awkward, or even hating each other. I just...value our friendship too much to risk it, oppa.”

“Do you…” he hesitates for a painful moment. “Do you want to stop this?”

“No, but we have to, don't we?”

He pushes himself off the bed, looking for his clothes. avoiding your eyes. “If it's what you want, angel.”

You feel your throat closing a little. You didn't want it, not really. What you wanted for him to tell you what the hell was this thing between you two because you were damn sure both of you knew it had stopped being just casual a long time ago.

“We can still meet as friends, right? Oppa?”

He looks at you when your voice wavers. He cups your cheeks, caressing your skin with his thumbs. “Of course we can, baby. Our friendship will be okay, I'll come here a lot to complain about my members while you try to study.”

You give him a tentative smile. Kneeling on the bed so you could be eye level with him, hugging him.

His arms wrap around you tightly, his lips resting a kiss in the top of your head. “We’ll be okay.” He promises, even though his heart had seemed to stop the moment you had uttered these words. “We're friends. You're right, angel.”

++++++++

(a/n: ITS NOT OVER!!! it’ll have one or two more chapters i promise!! Also, can’t those just admit their feelings already??? Please do tell me what you think of this chapter, what you think will happen etc!!)

[bottomyoongies]

(Bottom) Yoongi Fic Recs

(please make sure to read the tags first!!)

(a few of these don’t have sex in them so not really a fully bottom yoongi fic rec but i like them so)

(a few are WIPs too)

Namjoon/Yoongi

come closer, tell a secret boy by JemKay

They must be testing Namjoon, with the new concept of tiny shorts, because never has he so badly wanted to devour Yoongi’s plush thighs.

you say you want passion (i think you found it) by JemKay

yoongi has a plan for his birthday and that’s to go out, get drunk, maybe have a questionable hookup, and definitely not think about the lowkey crush he may or may not have on his English tutor. that plan falls apart when kim namjoon walks through the door and jimin’s face lights up like christmas came early.

when the lights go out (run away with me) by JemKay

Yoongi’s soft when he’s tipsy, softer when he’s cold, and softest when Namjoon says “I love you.”

i’m all i’ve got (and i’d give it all to you) by namgi

Namjoon is overworked, and Yoongi just wants to help. But it’s never as simple as that.

salt skin, lazy smile by namgi

Namjoon thinks that Yoongi deserves nothing less than being worshipped. Like literal down-on-your-knees worship. So that’s exactly what he does.

i’m the king (and i’m down on my knees) by namgi

It starts with Namjoon laughing at Yoongi’s rap for Cypher Pt. 3. It doesn’t end with him still laughing.

c’mon, c’mon (show me what you’re all about) by namgi

Namjoon is struck with an idea and Yoongi goes along with it, just because it’s Namjoon.

purples and blues (look good on you) by namgi

In which Namjoon fails at being subtle and Yoongi has impeccable timing.

can’t feel my face (when i’m with you) by yoonseoktv

“I was texting manager-hyung,” Namjoon breathes. “He left us the van.”

Yoongi pauses to look up at him, blinking. A slow grin stretches across Namjoon’s face, too sweet to believe. “Okay,” he agrees, fulfills a random compulsion to smooth a strand of bleached-dry hair behind Namjoon’s ear. “Let’s go.”

이사 (Move) by The HalesNyx

tumblr prompt from anon: “Sugamon fake dating AU it could be like the end of the agreement where they realize that you know they love each other with a little background to the situation. Smut plzzz”

Namjoon hadn’t intended to hurt anyone; not himself, not even the company he was suing. More than anything, though, Namjoon had not intended to hurt Yoongi. Namjoon never wanted to hurt Yoongi, his best friend, the one aspect of his life that was hopeful and happy. But he had; he’d hurt Yoongi, hurt their friendship, hurt whatever else they could have been. Namjoon wasn’t letting Yoongi go, though, not without a fight. Not after everything.

yeah, i’m the trend (yeah, we’re the culprits) by gunhee

when the money for their mixtape runs dry, yoongi and namjoon do the only thing they can do. no, not selling organs. the other thing. it goes catastrophically, as expected.

six to nine (we’ll play the game) by gunhee

namjoon expected a lot of things when he called a sexline one night as a dare. yoongi was not one of them.

marks of my body by mintyoongee

Neither of them have gone very far from just hickeys, but now, seeing the slight purple brown that blooms from under Yoongi’s large jacket (that the cordinoonas forced him to wear to cover it up, saying the makeup wasnt enough), all Namjoon wants to do is pin his boyfriend down and make him beg for the marks, even instilling some of his own on the younger male.

Apex Predator by JemKay

An apex predator, also known as an alpha predator or apical predator, is a predator residing at the top of a food chain upon which no other creatures prey.

rocket by boozinos

Yoongi just wants to know how big Namjoon's dick is, okay.

Say You Won't Let Go. by write_the_impossible

Yoongi doesn't think that Namjoon is sexually attracted to him anymore. Namjoon sets out to prove him wrong.

adventures of parents sugamon and kids!taekook by dimpledprincejoon

25 parts of pure family fluff ^^ and a part or two with some sex

escape velocity by fatal (cumrich)

yoongi owns a bar at the end of the universe. everyone is welcome to visit but only namjoon is welcome to stay.

pat through the dark by fatal (cumrich)

the end of the school term is always hard, but luckily yoongi has namjoon.

matching your footsteps to mine by sugrpill (opinionoutpost)

There’s always a moment after a performance where Yoongi is certain all his veins and arteries are trying to vibrate out of his skin. Namjoon rides the same high as Yoongi but differently; Yoongi usually lays there, dazed and immobile, for a solid five minutes before he even thinks about washing off the stench of the venue while Namjoon jitters and fidgets, his body physically trying to work the excess adrenaline out of his system.

(In which Yoongi and Namjoon fuck to get rid of that post-show rush.)

Without You There's Nothing by syubology

Yoongi gets sick and Namjoon is Not Worrying.

First Snow by freelancejouster

Yoongi thinks snow is special. Namjoon thinks Yoongi is.

we are the ones we have been waiting for by ienveeus

‘I don’t know why you bother with the screaming Min fucking Yoongi,’ Prisoner 2872 says and Yoongi blushes at the use of his name. At the word tucked in between that he’d used so eloquently just moments before. ‘The walls are soundproof, the only person who can hear you is me. And I’m as trapped as you are.’

Or: Yoongi and Namjoon are mutants locked in adjacent cells with a hole cutting into the wall between them.

Warm Fuzzies by signifying_nothing

namjoon wants to be kind. anything he gets in return for that is just icing.

Electric Blanket (You're Warm in My Arms) by signifying_nothing

so yoongi and namjoon definitely don't have enough money to fill up the oil tank to heat the house, but they don't really need it.

Old Friend by writernumb

When Yoongi noticed that he'd received a voice message on his phone, he didn't expect that listening to it would cause him to be sitting in his favorite cafe, his foot shaking from nerves, arriving much earlier than the time they'd decided to meet. Despite himself, he reminisces, about the man he loved; his old friend.

Hoseok/Yoongi

Jung Hoseok (Is Not A Poet) by deannach_na_realtai

Jung Hoseok is not a poet. But he thinks he can recognize poetry when he sees it writhing beneath him at 3 in the morning.

i can’t hide it (i’m like this every day) by sirradel

It wasn’t like Yoongi didn’t want to tell Hoseok about what he did to make money. He wanted to tell him, he did, but the last time he had come clean about his work to a partner they left him with a few tense words and a broken heart. Hoseok was different, Yoongi knew that, but he couldn’t help his fear that Hoseok would end up leaving him just like the others.

No. It would have to wait for another day.

lil red by noonagon

“oh, my, what large eyes you have.” “all the better to see you with, my dear.”

or where yoongi and hoseok play more games

seize my careless heart by willinglywastingmytime

yoongi honestly just wanted some company. he just doesn’t understand the implications of texting his boyfriend ‘my parents are out of town, wanna come over?’

hoseok is happy to teach him.

All my days (I’ll know your face) by inkingbrushes

Something about Yoongi has Hoseok feeling like he’s fine, like he’s going to be okay. It might be nostalgia. Or it might be that he just feels at home with Yoongi.

(Or, the one where Hoseok proposes in public and Yoongi blurts out, are you out of your fucking mind?)

Update: bonus chapter (pwp, basically) added.

Take It (Off) by collisions

Fuck, Hoseok. F u c k him.

(But most importantly Hoseok needs to fuck Yoongi)

Neck Deep by MarionetteFtHJM

Yoongi just couldn’t live his life as an idol in peace. Hoseok had to barge in, sunshine radiating from his smile and fingers warm and touching places. Yoongi hated change, but this one (he hated to admit it) was a good one.

setting fires by hobitxt

hoseok’s eyes have that glint in them– the dangerous, playfully dark one that makes something hot and desperate churn in yoongi’s stomach, and his breath hitches as he quickly turns his head to the side in an attempt to hide his face, tugging ineffectively at the handcuffs that hold his arms over his head.

(or: gratuitous yoonseok smut. everything else was too inappropriate to be set as a summary.)

Single Pringle by EVOLustory

Where Yoongi owns a restaurant that is a date hot-spot and he is single and salty at all the couples streaming into his restaurant on a daily basis. Not only that, but somewhere along the way he's got himself a couple of gay regulars that won't go away. And maybe someone who makes him a little less salty at the end too. 

fives, sixes, and sevens. by cowntdown

yoongi's life is built on routines, rules, and restrictions, but there are six boys that help him cope.

(in which BTS is a six-member group, but yoongi happens to be the seventh member.)

[beware of the heavy themes, romance is minimum; it’s mostly focused on yoongi’s relationship with the band and his mental health]

Seokjin/Yoongi

No Words by strangedesires

Everyone saw their budding love, everyone but themselves.

하루만, 나는네꺼야 (Just One Day, You’re Mine) by cheesuga

It took years for Yoongi to get used to falling asleep on his feet. It takes just one day for Seokjin to turn his life upside-down.

{this is a WIP}

Tactile by novilunar

When Yoongi starts going into heat, Seokjin is just a phone call away

If You're a Snake, I'm a Snake by iamnotaprodigy

Yoongi can't believe that he ever thought Seokjin would be a Hufflepuff.

In which Yoongi and Seokjin are two different kinds of Slytherins, but they complement each other well and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The Garden of Words by miskeen

just a lazy sunday afternoon with a pair of boyfriends

(there’s no porn in this. i know it sounds like it’s going one way in the beginning but i promise there’s no top yoongi or any sex ^^’)

Jimin/Yoongi

Of Spiced Honey and Apples by tinycloverspot

One month of separation across a seemingly infinite sea and Jimin was finally back in Yoongi’s arms. Jimin was finally back home.

September by TheHalesNyx

“Three, and most annoyingly, Jimin was beautiful, and handsome, and he had the cutest smile Yoongi had ever seen. In short, Yoongi, in broad daylight, without a trace of fever in his blood, was freakishly attracted to the young alpha, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do with that information.“

I’ll take care of you by prkjimin

“Can I take care of you, hyung?” The question rolls off Jimin’s tongue easily, a simple request that has Yoongi’s heart hammering in his chest and his face heating up. He can feel Jimin’s hand on his hip, pushing his sweater up higher and rubbing at the pale, exposed skin.

a.k.a soft, stressed out Yoongi ft. helpful Jimin

You’re losing your words (We’re speaking in bodies) by prkjimin

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, teeth biting into the fabric of his pillow tight enough that his jaw aches, but he’s so determined to not make a noise, refuses to embarrass himself in front of his younger group mate. His body shakes with the power it takes to keep silent.

aka that one fic where Jimin rims Yoongi.

such a fool by shrdmdnssftw

Yoongi really hopes the new neighbour doesn’t hate them. It’s not exactly quiet, a household of two twenty-something year old males, but throwing a three year old girl into the equation makes for a whole different level of noise.

Or, basically, kidfic, where Yoongi and his daughter live with Namjoon, and Jimin moves next door.

Taehyung/Yoongi

the only thing i know is you’re my baby by rapsucka

Taehyung has always needed and Yoongi has always been more than willing to give.

unnatural love by darkparadises

taehyung, an omega, encounters yoongi, a type of omega he’s never met before.

a bolt out of the blue by softnebula

Company parties fucking rock. Because, to Taehyung, it often means post-company party shenanigans.

I didn’t know that I was starving (‘til I tasted you) by eclairdeluxe

His Ma always did tell him the first meal of the day was the most crucial.

Forever by signifying_nothing

the problem with having an immortal lover is that someday you will die, and they will be alone. taehyung does not want to face the reality of this.

{there’s hinted sugakookie but no feelings, just sex}

Simple by TheOrgasmicSeke

This is Yoongi’s favorite part.

Train To Busan by TheOrgasmicSeke

One seemingly normal Friday morning in Seoul, South Korea, Min Yoongi boards a train with his son in hopes of getting to Busan so the boy can spend his fourth birthday with his mother. Things do not go exactly as planned.

Hearteyes by waterlemons

Taehyung is a mess in every sense of the word. 

Jungkook/Yoongi

because it’s a meaningless dream anyway by hakho

when chuseok comes around, the world stands still for just a moment, and yoongi and jeongguk can finally catch their breaths.

Underground Rapper!Yoongi + Idol!Jungkook = Secret Fuck Buddies (with angst)

{this is apparently a sequel but you don’t have to read the other one to get this one}

you’re everything. by makemebegin

jeongguk is a flame and yoongi doesn’t mind getting burned

something that has turned into a non linear set of one shots told in the same universe as the spark in my bonfire heart .

*not all tags apply to every chapter.

Try Hard by tobiyolo_kun

Seokjin sighed exasperatedly, stopping to fiddle with the dog tag around his neck,"What do you think he’s been doing this whole time? Bringing you snacks during work, the flirting, the extra attention? For god’s sake Yoongi, the boy brought you flowers for the apartment after I moved out! He’s not trying to annoy you, or mess with your feelings or anything like that! He’s romancing you.”

Romancing? Who even used that word anymore? What was this? The Victorian era?

(Or: Jungkook has a thing for smol grumps, and Yoongi is oblivious.)

Nightstick by vhope

Jeongguk’s phone buzzed and lit up, dredging him from his fitful sleep. The digital clock on the table announced that it was too early in the morning for it to be anything other than one of two possibilities:

Either there was a major problem at the precinct and he was needed right away, or Min Yoongi was horny.

Chocolate Isn’t Just For Eating by TheOrgasmicSeke

He could tell Yoongi was getting impatient, the man shifting his hips and glancing at him but Jungkook would use a pen if he had to because there was no way he was going to let the chance to mark up Yoongi’s beautiful back slip through his fingers.

i'll catch you by skswriting

“Hyung you kind of have to let go of the wall.”

“I’m fine right here thank you very much.”

“Hanging onto the wall isn’t roller skating hyung.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Yoongi.”

You Won’t Be Able to Take Your Eyes Off of Me by mylittlesunandstars

Jungkook kind of has a thing for Yoongi's ass. It doesn't take Yoongi long to notice. 

Polyamory

Monster Mash by TheOrgasmicSeke

Yoongi agreed to go to the party because Namjoon was his only friend and as much as he loathed to admit it, he needed more human interaction. Too bad humans weren’t exactly what he was about to get.

[maknae line/yoongi]

Break my bed (to make me wanna stay) by eclairdeluxe

Yoongi wants to try something new.

[taegikook]

In The Mood For Love by TheOrgasmicSeke

They didn’t need spoken words. They rarely did. Yoongi’s lips left enough words spread out in Jungkook’s skin and the soft appreciative noises the younger made were the only answers Yoongi would ever need.

[yoonminkook]

side note: the series is not strictly bottom yoongi but you can read this as a stand alone and the sex is only between sugakookie

The Boy In The Red Hood by Theawinde

When Yoongi escapes into the forest to get away from his bullies, he finds something he doesn't expect that changes his life forever.

[wip]

[taesobi]

'안녕’ (Hello) by sugadeprived

Hoseok woke up in an unusual Sunday morning.

[rapper line]

seems like it was just yesterday (we grew up a lot) by sugastruck

“you wound me, joonie,” hoseok gasps, that fucking smirk still plastered on his face, “i thought we were friends.” it hurts more than namjoon will ever admit and he grits his teeth. “yeah. were, not are. friends don't abandon each other without so much as a warning. or a goodbye.”

or

the story of how min yoongi, kim namjoon and jung hoseok grew up together, fell apart, and everything in between.

[rapper line]

Unconventional (but baby it works) by PhantomFlutist

Yoongi and Seokjin had a weird dynamic, but it worked for them. Until Yoongi met Namjoon, which threw a wrench in things in a really big way.

[namgijin]

we’re yours, you’re ours by strangedesires

“But if you all want me, then who am I to deny you of what you want?”

[everyone/yoongi]

Bonus: 

Vasco/Yoongi

(i’m not super familiar with vasco, an underground rapper, but these are so wonderfully written TT there’s an age difference since he’s in his 30s)

this is mine (like everything else) by fallingmin

yoongi just wants vasco to pay attention to him.

there is no denying (your kisses keep me flying) by house_laurie

Vasco always knows how to make Yoongi feel good.

the little things by house_laurie

“My son wants to meet you.”

puppy love by house_laurie

Person A and person B go out to walk their puppy. They play with their puppy in the park until the puppy gets tired. They lay down in the grass and person A starts falling asleep beside person B. Person B kisses person A and falls asleep on person A’s shoulder.

Bonus: The puppy falls asleep on both of them and everyone is happy.

whew i’m done! took forever bc i kept getting distracted and reading some of these again

one day i’ll make a real rec list

again, PLEASE READ THE TAGS for your own comfort

enjoy!

[kurenohikari]

Sweet Practice, Chapter 8: A sweet painful past.

Ichigo sighed and debated if she should lie or tell the truth of her painful past. Then she remembered how much it hurt her when Julian lied and betrayed their friendship. She then made the decision and vowed to never lie to her friends.

"You see two years ago my family received horrible news, my older brother died..." everyone gasped, surely surprise at the discovery that she once had an older brother. Ichigo never told anyone this since it brought very painful memories "The medics said that it was an accident, he was very tired after training that he fainted while descending the stairs of Star Academy. The hit his head received from the floor was fatal. I of course knew differently... before coming to St. Marie Academy I was part of the most prestigious art academy of Japan: Star Academy. Over there they trained the youngsters to be the best composers, singers, dancers and players of the generation" Ichigo ignored the shocked looks they were shooting her. They didn't know about her other side... about the past she desperately wanted to burry in the ground "Not long before the... the accident my brother had started training with Klaus Cross...".

"Klaus Cross?! The super star Klaus Cross?! Who is known for being the perfect idol? For his perfect dancing, perfect singing, for the perfect way he played his guitar and the perfect songs he composes?!" Lemon-chan exclaimed with literally hearts in her eyes, which dimmed when she noticed the uncharacteristically dark aura that Ichigo was emanating.

"Yes" she almost hissed "Klaus Cross the perfect super star that had to give up her career when he suffered an accident that took his voice away. After a lot of surgeries he was able to speak again, but never sing as he once did. Since then a rumor about the Cross' curse began to circulate, for every artist that went to be his student ended up suffering from an injury that ended their career... in my brother's case his life".

"Ichigo" Vanilla, the only other person I've ever told this, murmured softly pecking my forehead sweetly trying to comfort my aching heart.

"I was a good singer... I am a good singer and my imagination let me wrote amazing lyrics. However, I was an average guitar player and my dancing wasn't very good either. That's way I've never was able to participate in the Idol Crown Tournament, which is similar to the Grand Prix of our actual schools but bigger because it is live for the whole country and the one that wins it is known as the best idol of Japan. That's why not only Star Academy is allowed to enter it, but any artist of Japan that can sing, dance compose and play an instrument. I knew that reason why all those people, my dear brother and even Klaus suffered from almost fatal and fatal injuries was because the training they put their bodies in was a lot for their bodies to support. But even knowing that, for my brother I asked Cross-sensei to be my trainer".

"What?!" Everyone that was there exclaimed in shock and concern, I smiled at the worry of my friends. Liking to know how much I mattered to people.

"Relax, I finished his training without any injury and even won the Idol Crown Tournament at the young age of fourteen. Sho here even became a Court Artist thanks to that training and me winning the crown as the best idol of Japan. But I lost something even worst than my ability to dance or sing, I lost my passion and desire to be on stage. I lost my love for music..." I shed a solitary tear that sent the message of my pain ten times more if I would have cried my heart out "After receiving my crown I disappeared and changed to a common school, then I met Lucas-sensei and met Vanilla. However, a cause of a promise I made to Cross-sensei I had to compete again in the next Idol Crown Tournament. It was a one time appearance, where I was crowned queen once again..." Ichigo was interrupted by the exited squealed of Lemon.

"You are Kazuko Melody!" She exclaimed happily.

"Wait, you are Kazuko Melody? Lemon how didn't you notice before?! She is your favourite idol and you know everything about her!" Nicholas exclaimed at his girlfriend.

"It's because not only did I used a stage name but also used a mask so no one would know who I really was. After all I wasn't the one on stage, but it was my brother. I did all these for him, not for me" Ichigo answered for her friend "But this is not important right now, as I was saying before we need something different from the other teams..".

"We need you and your voice" Julian ended for her.

Once Ichigo loved the idea that she had someone who knew her so much... now, not that much. However, she noticed how much Julian was suffering from how difficult things were in our friendship. As Ichigo wasn't meant to hold grudges she was starting to forgive him, but the wound was still fresh enough that things couldn't just kiss and forgive so soon. At least not yet...

"You have a song that we can use?!" Lemon asked excitedly.

"No, not yet" she replied.

"But that's why I am here" Sho added when he saw the downfall expressions of the rest of the team.

"While you are working on the design of the café I will be composing, I'll help when the menu has to be decided" Ichigo stated "But there is just one request I will make... the name of the café has to be Buono".