#Hapter

[jack-os-5d]

The way marcille's magic doesn't work on senshi because he doesn't wash his hair is like how in final fantasy tactics if you have a high faith stat your magic is stronger bit also magic is stronger against you. So like you take more damage from magic attacks bit also healing is better against you. So like senshi just has like a low faith stat and resists magic better

[arabaka]

denji muscles in today's chapter

-sculpture anon

he looks even more bulked up than before to me

IAM NOT CAUGHT UP BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY BULKED UP YOU SAY?!!? ok i am not gonna lie but this is so fucking funny to me. gives very

THEY SAID NO PICKLES

vibe

[m00nj3w3l]

THE SQUAD KIDS ARE BACK???????? REALLY? Y'ALL ARE NOT KIDDING ME?????????

[volthcworld]

Hampter mapart done B) it barely looks like its part of the game in this pic. I swear its not clever editing.

I got started on a quarry (big machine that mines entire chunks of the world) cus i need tuff, which will probably take another month :3 then ill finally be back to building things

[tellthatbrokebitch]

one more chapter until we get to my favorite chapter 😩

[solunstell]

OH MY GOD HESS SO FUCCK8NG PRETTUY

[iloveoldermen-posts]

Pen-pals

Warnings: only the hapter to start things going and to set the vibe, part one of at least 10, i have not proof read ୨୧

Chapter 1 – Greetings.

He was forced into it, no way in hell would he ever do it on his own. But his also forced councillor thought it would help him to have connections to the outside world and ensured him that if it didn’t work out within two months, he could stop trying and never do it again. But he couldn’t tell her that or it would be ‘cheating.’

Which would probably deter people but as a chronic people-pleaser, I just couldn’t let that run. So, I tried my absolute hardest to fill my letters with copious amounts of joy so that there’s no way he couldn’t write back.

January 13th

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Dear ‘Ghost’,

I was only told your call-sign to ensure maximum confidentiality – rules right. They told me that you were the only one who could tell me your real name so if you ever feel comfortable enough, I will happily learn all about you!

Here is some information about me; my name is Y/N, I am always helping people out for work (quite interesting if I do say so myself), I love to bake in my free time and my favourite time of the year is autumn (I just LOVE the mix of weather).

I always add some questions to these letters.

Why is your call-sign Ghost?

What’s your favourite thing to do when you aren’t deployed?

And finally, a simple one – what’s your favourite colour?

From,

       Y/N.

P.S I was told you would probably take around a week – two to respond so don’t feel rushed to write back, I know how taxing your job tends to be :)

January 29th

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Dear Ghost,     

I hope you are doing well, I’m not sure if you received the letter I sent as you haven’t replied so I’m trying again just to make sure. My name is Y/N and I have a black Labrador that I love so much. 

I have a hectic work schedule and I am always flying all over the world to help people. So I won’t always be able to write to you consistently. I hope that’s okay!

Instead of questions, I thought I would tell a little joke;

What do you call a shipment full of military-issued T-Rexes?  SMALL ARMS. 

:) hope you enjoyed that one because there are way more to come.

From

 Y/N.

February 13th

--

Dear ‘Ghost’,

This will be the last letter I am writing to you as I believe someone could get through to you, it just won’t be me. So, I have requested to be swapped buddies. 

I think it might be someone who’s in your unit, I think his name is John or Johnny – something like that. And I’m told I will be a better suit to them and their personalities.

So I hope you stay safe and are able to speak with someone who you can let your guard down too; even though they will never be as funny as me. Teehee :)

From

Y/N.

I’m quite sad that it didn’t work out as I thought we could have both benefited from it, but you know what they say – it is what it is. And at the end of the day, he needs someone he can truly feel comfortable talking to and I never did get to know him so it doesn’t affect me much in those terms. Even if a month was wasted by waiting for a never-to-arrive letter. Well the true term would be never-to-be-write-or-sent but we digress.

The birds hum a beautiful harmony as I post the final letter through the poorly painted post-box on the end of my road. As I turn to leave, the clouds above me start weeping uncontrollably at my departure.

I’ve never been one for signs but that can’t have been a coincidence.

My asks are currently open so get the requests in, and check out my masterlist.

They first two chapters will be mostly letters and then will move to texts and irl interactions - at least I plan...

[mari-lair]

I got some asks about aoinene before so i may as well get my view on them off my chest.

( warning: I have a negative bias toward this ship and despite trying to be brief and unbias, I very very likely failed.)

To me, Aoinene makes each other worse, not as people, but as characters.

It's the kind of ship that the more I look at it the more empty their friendship feels, and yes sure they have their problems, but I don't mind when a ship have issues (hakubo and sumire are such a cool dynamic, 10/10 for me and they are a million times more 'toxic' then aoinene will ever be), but the aoinene problem is that they feel like fanservice. There is no conflict. There is nothing. They become shadows of themselves.

Aoi isn't stuck in the "I am an exposition girl :D" role because she is oblivious to the bigger story, and all they need is communication, Nene put her there. Iis insane that they've known each other for 2 years but she don't know anything about Aoi. Every time we learn something interesting about Aoi, is when she is seen in other's people's pov, even characters that barely interact with her like Teru and Mei have a better understanding of Aoi than Nene.

To Nene, Aoi is the troupe of a perfect friend. Nene cannot process her flaws, she rejects the idea, and Aoi can't make Nene talk, face her own issues. So there is never conflict. Their friendship is a love that morphed into a horror situation. A staged friendship.

"Aoi is cute and nice and kind. I refuse to believe she wouldl ever be anything else, let's not think about how i was thrown in the trash by her, that aoi was mean, she was a fake. I will not accept her being the real aoi. I won't even think about it."

"I know Nene is going through a lot but I need to play the happy girl with no troubles role for her. I won't ask about her problems or even show hints that I know something is off after learning about supernaturals, and that her crush is dead, and human sacrifices are a thing that happen. That's not what she wants from miss popular me."

It reach the point where their fluffy arts feel like fanservice to me, more of a 'look! cute girls doing cute things!! Aren't they such good friends??' photoshoot magazine than a genuine bond.

Look at this beautiful and cute art for exemple.

You would imagine the chapter is about them, that they will have some form of talk about their feelings in it, so much happened since the last time they talked after all!

Maybe Aoi apologize for throwing Nene out while Nene apologize for planning to die without Aoi's consent, making the same selfish mistake Hanako had done to her when he sacrificed Aoi so Nene could live. Maybe is just a quiet talk about how much things changed? A lighthearted but warm chat of how disorienting seeing supernaturals are as former girls that never had to deal with it? Something, anything, to connect them. Maybe the oposite, a big conflict that gets ugly now that the masks are down...? We had a lot of those in this arc, like kou and teru in chap 87, aoi and akane in chap 69, nene and hanako inc hapter 91! But no.

There is nothing. Is always nothing when they talk.

This beautiful cover art is from the chapter where Aoi issues were immediately brushed aside when she tried to bring them up and the usual bubbly Aoi was forced to come back.

They are bafflingly shallow for how much time they spend together and how much potential is bubbling under their mask, keeping their basic dynamic from their introduction even when the characters are begging for something to change.

So that's why I dislike them, they don't make each other better, they don't even have the gall to make each other act worse, they just make each other boring. Aoi is only allowed to be a fleshed out character when we get away from Nene's pov.

Is only through her interactions with other characters that any hint of dept, or hell, even fun quirks and overall aspects of her personality that are hinted with her friendship with nene, are explored or allowed to shine.

There is potential though! And I could see myself enjoying writing a one-shot exploring how painful for both parties the shallowness of their relationship is in some alternative universe, but unfortunetely the fandom ruined it for me. Which is a shame, since Nene is aoi only other friend, and their charade friendship is genuinely valued/loved by the other.

I tried to read fics and analysis to see if I was missing something but the fandom have a 'omg they are so cute and can do nothing wrong! All their issues will disappear if they hold hands <3' take on them, with so much mischaracterization both girls become unrecognizable. There is also a lot of Akane and aoikane hate, even masked aoi hate, cause god forbid their dear girlboss angelic lesbian queen have any negative feelings towards her bestie or likes a boy whose main flaw used to be the same as Nene (idolizing her to the point of dehumanization), and while that is not the manga's fault, it does affect my negative bias for this ship, make it far stronger.

After 2 years in the fandom, I just don't have the patience for this ship anymore. I don't think people are secretly evil if they ship aoinene or project themselves onto the girls, but it just isn't my thing. I am not looking for a fight either Anon, I block people cause I want as much peace as i can, and if what they ship makes me uncomfortable, is not their problem, is mine. Let them have fun out of my sight so we both strive pls.

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 20

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 2.5k+

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You let out a soft hiss as you felt the pop of the shotgun in your hands rock back into your body. But you ignored it as you reloaded and sent another one causing the bullet to rip through the body of a Flayed. With each echo of the shot, it seems that more and more seemed to be coming out of the tree line.

You went with the group to help clear out the pack that had made its way to downtown Hawkins. As the weather got colder there seemed to be more and more Flayed showing up around the Lab. There was a theory that the Flayed preferred the cold. The chill in the air drops each day and only attracts them to the area more and more.

The gurgled moan came from your left and turned in time as a Flayed moved quickly toward you. You watched as its head was knocked back, the shotgun shell splitting through the blackened and softened skull, causing it to exit violently at the back of its head. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest as you moved from building to building, searching around, and making sure the other’s with you were covered. You rose and took aim as you watched another Flayed stagger rapidly, a limp in its walk, sending off another shot – missing. You cursed lowly and reloaded again before taking another shot, hitting right in the shoulder, and sending it down to the cracked concrete.

You strapped your shotgun across your back and grabbed your knife from your sheath. The heavy metal of the blade in your hand as you walked up to it. You no longer saw Flayed as people, you couldn’t. The disease that ran through their body didn’t allow it. Blackened veins spread beneath the thin, pale skin giving the walking corpse a more gray tone. Their eyes clouded over and vacant as they stared back at you. Some Flayed had missing skin from their forms, the body slowly decomposing the moment the disease entered your body. With your knife in your shaking hands, you knelt down and drove the blade into the skull, causing the animated corpse to stop moving.

There was an eerie silence that fell over the vacant downtown of your hometown as you looked around and saw the pack had been dealt with. You reached down and used the shirt the Flayed was using to wipe the end of the blade, before setting it back into your sheath. You looked over and saw Jonathan move from an alleyway, swiping a hand across his sweaty face, with Lucas following behind him. Hopper thought it would be a good idea for the volunteers and those assigned to help with his plan to come out and clear out the town as training.

You saw the logic behind it, but you were afraid of losing someone to a Flay since they had never dealt with one before.

“Everyone okay?” Jonathan called out, everyone else stepping down from their posts.

“I think so,” You answered with a slight pant to your voice. You looked around and saw a few others walking toward you. “All cleared out, should move quickly before another wave comes.”

Jonathan nodded, turning his gaze to Argyle, Lucas, and a few others. “Gather the bodies, place them in the middle for burning.”

“We burn them?” a girl with short, red curly hair and a freckled face spoke. You’d learned earlier that her name was Vicky.

“Of course. Don’t want the bodies left the rot.” Argyle spoke.

“Also, the burned bodies give the illusion that a group was here but moved on. Don’t want to give any indication of the camp.” You explained.

“Already have one group on our asses, the last thing we need is another,” Argyle spoke again before splitting off with Lucas and the others start to gather the bodies.

A deep sigh passed through your chapped lips as you tried to calm down your heart rate. Your adrenaline was pumping through you nearly to the point of making you nauseous. Reaching into the back pocket of your pants, you reached for the spare bandana that you’d grabbed from Eddie’s and tied it around your nose and mouth. With the others, you began to grab the bodies of the Flayed, before dropping them into a haphazard pile in the middle of the main street.

Over time you’d all gotten them cleaned up before Jonathan lit a match and tossed it onto the file. It didn’t take long for the entire pack to be engulfed in flames causing a dark blackened smoke to start to stretch up toward the sky.

“Let’s get back to camp, the sun is going down soon, and Hopper is going to want a report,” Jonathan spoke, everyone gathering their things, before starting the walk back toward Camp.

“Keep eyes up,” You spoke, pulling down the bandana, and projecting your voice to the group. “See anything odd, speak up, but keep as quiet as possible. Don’t know if this other group is out.”

All of you made your way down the main road, before turning down a residential street and going through the forest line back toward camp. You grabbed your rifle, checked the chamber, and held onto it – just in case. Being out of the camp was making you nervous. There was something about the forest being too quiet that made your stomach flip every once and a while.

“Something’s not right.” You whispered lowly as you walked up beside Jonathan, your eyes scanning around the forest. “It’s too quiet.”

Jonathan pinched his dark brows together for a moment, his steps slowing, as he listened. You watched as the realization came across his face. His footsteps stopped completely causing you and the rest of the group to do the same. You looked back where Argyle was at the back of the group with the new recruits between the three of you. Your eyes took a quick inventory of the four new recruits. Lucas, Vicky, Nick, and Laura all looked between you three with confused looks on your face. But before either of you could mutter a word, the familiar pop of a gun echoed through before the splintering of a tree to your left.

“Get down!” Argyle screamed, placing a hand on Lucas’ back and sending the younger man to the ground.

Your heart leaped in your throat as another shot rang out and you used a thicker tree as cover, cocking your shotgun, before turning and pointing it in the direction of the gunfire. Your eyes sight went down along the barrel of the shotgun where you caught movement between the trees. You didn’t think. Just took a deep breath before pulling the trigger. You watched as the shotgun shell hit against a tree and caused a large crack.

“Two on the left,” Jonathan reports, ducking behind a fallen tree and sending shot after shot in the direction you’d seen the figure moving.

“Lucas,” You turned and looked at him, he was still lying on the ground. “Get the others to camp. Keep low! Tell Hopper!”

His dark eyes stared at you for a moment before nodding his head, grabbing Vicky’s hand, and pulling her from the group. Nick and Laura followed close behind. You stepped out from behind the tree to cover their backs, sending shot after shot toward the direction of the gunfire. A shout from the distance gave you an indication that one of them hit. Argyle and Jonathan moved to get better vantage, but you stayed in place, looking out for the dark figures that moved through the trees like ghosts.

“On the right!” Argyle screamed toward you, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear.

Your head whipped to the right, pointing, and shooting as you watched someone move closer to you. The shotgun clipped a tree causing small splinters into the air.

Slinging your shotgun across your back, you moved and ducked to move more toward the left, keeping your eyes on their form. Whoever they were, they were small, roughly the same height as you. Your eyes caught a short curly hair as you moved more behind them.

Keeping your body low, and your steps as quiet as possible, you were soon up on them. Using the force of your body weight, you knocked yourself into them, sending both of you to the group.  A deep knock of air could be heard coming from their chest as the two of you knocked onto the ground.

Straddling their waist, you brought your fist back and brought it down hard against their nose. The sickening snap of their nose breaking could be heard along with their cry of pain. You brought your fist down again, breaking the nose more, and spraying blood against the two of you. When you moved to hit them again, instead, they sent a fist into your stomach – knocking the air from your chest. Your weight was shifted as they moved to straddle over you, but you thought quickly, instead, you brought your boots up and knocked them in the chest.

An angry growl came from deep within your chest as you went in for the attack again. You didn’t have control, instead acted on your rage, and landed your fist over and over again.

You didn’t notice the gunshots had stopped or hear the call of your name. The person beneath you reached and fisted your hair tightly and knocked your forehead against theirs. Stars danced in your sight with spots of black and white. Soon you felt your body hitting the forest floor with the twigs, rocks, and your shotgun digging into your back before another knocked violently into your sides.

“Fuck!” You screamed and rolled onto your side, curving your body in as protection, as another kick came against you.

You felt the air knock from your lungs again as a cough racked through your body. It didn’t take much thought to know you were most likely coughing up blood. Your hand gripped tightly to your knife before swinging back and cutting across their arm. You watched as their eyes widened for a moment, giving you a chance to scramble back to your feet.

And in that moment you fully got a look at who you had been fighting for. The cloud of self-defense lifts for a moment for recognition to hit you. Her hair was shorter, but you knew that face. Even beyond the swollen nose, and bruises starting to form – it was Wendy.

“W-Wendy?” You rasped out with a puff of air escaping your lungs.

Her hand grasped tightly to her bleeding air as she looked at you. A shout of your name drew your attention away, and before you knew it, Wendy was slipping from your sight.

“Wait!” You shouted, moving to chase after her and ignoring the pain that was shooting through your body.

You caught up to her quickly, moving to throw yourself against her and knocking her back down against the forest floor. She screamed out in pain again and fought against you. But your injuries weren’t as bad as hers, giving you the upper hand.

“Wendy! Stop! It’s me! It’s me!” You shouted toward her, grabbing tightly to her arms, and holding them down beside her.

But she was crazed, fighting against you again. Wendy freed her arms and sent her fist into the side of your head before twisting her boy from beneath you. Wendy moved to stand quickly and the last thing you saw was the flash of her boot before everything around you went dark.

Eddie panted heavily as he moved through the forest, his eyes frantically searching from side to side, for any sight of you. When Lucas came running back into came without you, Jonathan, or Argyle – he’d never felt a fear like that before. He was already upset and scared by the fact that Hopper had put him on another detail. Eddie was the first to intercept Lucas the moment he spotted him running through the front yard of the Lab toward the main entrance.

“Where is she!?” Eddie spoke, his eyes frantic as he stared down at the younger man.

 But now here Eddie stood in the middle of the forest with no sight of you. It didn’t take long for him to find Jonathan and Argyle – Steve, Hopper, and Enzo coming with him the moment Lucas spoke of the group falling under attack. But when there wasn’t a sight of you that sickening feeling returned and only worse.

“She went to the left, lost sight of her maybe ten minutes ago,” Jonathan explained. “A small group from the radicals cornered us. But we got one and the others ran off – except for one. That’s the one she went after.”

“And you left her alone without having coverage?” Hopper scolded.

“We were outnumbered, man. I’d say we did pretty good with the little we had!” Argyle argued.

“Span out, find her, now!” Eddie ordered with conviction and walked off in the direction Jonathan had said he last saw you walk off in.

Eddie called out your name over and over for what felt like forever but knew it was only minutes. His heart wouldn’t stop beating erratically against his chest as he swept his eyes looking for you. He took a step and felt something against the bottom of his feet. When his dark eyes looked down, Eddie saw the glint of a blade beneath the heavy sole of his boot. Bending down, Eddie’s fear only worsened when he recognized your knife. The heavy handle of the knife felt like a pound of lead in his palms as he stared down at it.

“Fuck,” Steve whispered as he came up beside Eddie, “Wait…look,”

Steve pointed off to the left where an obvious splatter of blood rested on the bright green leaves of a bush. Eddie was the first to move forward, sliding the knife into his back pocket. He followed the path of blood spatter and drops and stumbled across the sigh of your boots peaking from behind a cluster of bushes.

The way he screamed your name was of nothing but deep fear and pain. Eddie rushed forward and scraped his knees down against the forest floor, ignoring the shooting pain in his knees, as his eyes fell upon your unconscious form.

“Oh, baby,” His voice cracking, with shaking hands reaching out to gently caress your face, a curse leaving his mouth as he saw the blood, and forming bruises, against your skin. “Fuck!”

“Shit” Steve cursed coming up behind him, his fingers moving through his dark curls and gripping them tightly. “Hopper! Over here!”

Eddie felt a small bubble of relief when he saw the small rise and fall of your chest. He moved like he was afraid to touch you, afraid to hurt you more, with his hand caressing against your cheek. He ignored the drops of tears that fell against your cheek and mixed with your blood, instead whispering softly to you. Begging for your eyes to open, and praying to whatever was out there that he wasn’t going to lose you again.

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[lichenaday]

Scytinium intermedium

Intermediate jellyskin lichen, forty-five jellyskin lichen

Nostoc is the most common genus of lichen associate cyanobacteria. Many species of Nostoc produce water-storing polysaccharides which give Nostoc-associated lichens like S. intermedium a jelly-like texture. This cyanolichen has a thallus made up of gelatinous, scale-like lobes that grow in patches up to 3 cm wide. The surface is smooth and dark green-brown when moist, and wrinkled and dark blue-gray when dry. The lobe margins are down-turned and often incised, and the lower surface has scattered, white hapters (hair-like, hyphal attachment structures). S. intermedium produces thick-margined apothecia which have a constricted base and a concave, brown disc. This squishy little dude grows on mossy soil and tree bases in temperate regions of the northern hemisphere. By the way, I can't figure out where the common name "forty-five jellyskin lichen" came from and I really wanna know. I doubt anyone out there has any insight, but I am happy to entertain theories!

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[aamalaaa]

sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

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pairing: yoongi x reader

series: sunrises & liquor

rating: m(18+); cursing, alcohol consumption, smut, explicit content

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, angst, fluff, smut, romance

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), smut, dirty talk, biting, slapping, oral sex(m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks), shower sex, body worshipping(sort of), vomit inducing fluff, there’s blood (barely)

a/n: well hello, fancy seeing you here! I’m sorry I didn’t update for a while, I’ve been very sick. but now I’m back and better soooo welcome to another chapter of s&l! we’re getting into the teeth rotting fluff and they somewhat act like adults, amazing! anyway, thanks for reading as always, I appreciate you guys SO so much&lt;3

// thanks to my dear friend who beta’d for me, @lilredtot couldn’t have done it without you I love you<3

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“Where is it?” 

You scan the living room in search of the now famous ‘Cat’ but it’s no use, you can’t locate the furry companion anywhere.

“Stop pouting, it's probably hiding in my room.”

“I’m not pouting,” You stick your tongue out.

Yoongi rolls his eyes as a lopsided smile works its way upon his cheeks. 

“Tell that to your face.”

He makes his way down the main corridor as you shrug your winter garment off and hang it on the coat hanger. You glance in the rectangular mirror perched on the wall to your left.

And holy shit you look like a mess. 

Strands of hair sticking in every imaginable direction, eyeliner smudged on your cheeks, eyes bloodshot red and dark circles underneath your eyes. Why hadn’t Yoongi told you how fucking ridiculous you look?

You drag the flat side of your index fingers on your cheeks and under your eyes to try and get rid of the onyx smudges, only serving to make it worse.

It’s really no use. 

You sigh and card a hand through your hair, attempting to the best of your abilities to tame your wild mane. That’s when you notice Yoongi coming back through the hallway, a black ball of fluff snuggled in his arms.

You squeal in delight. “Oh my fucking god.”

Yoongi winces at the pitch of your voice.

“You’re gonna scare the poor cat.” 

“Hey you, aren’t you the most beautiful creature on earth,” You coo as you slowly bring your hand a few inches away from the black cat’s nose.

The animal quietly sniffs the air, its whiskers shaking in a very endearing way, before inching closer towards your hand, carefully observing it and tentatively licking your middle finger with its tiny pink tongue.

Yoongi smiles fondly at the scene playing right before his eyes and affectionately caresses the cat’s head before whispering, as if not to disturb the animal, 

Yoongi smiles fondly at the scene playing right before his eyes and affectionately caresses the cat’s head before whispering, as if not to disturb the animal, 

“I think it likes you.”

You point to your chest with your free hand, the other one still being peppered with tiny licks.

You point to your chest with your free hand, the other one still being peppered with tiny licks.

“Me?”

“No, I’m talking to the other person in the room.”

You glare at him and go for a soft pet of the animal’s fluffy head. The purr that resonates through the air at the gesture warms every fiber of your being.

“I like it too,” You quietly squeal, the sound resembling a warmed up tea kettle.

“If i didn’t know better I’d think you like my cat more than you like me,” Yoongi chuckles.

And his voice is so hoarse and gravely you feel warmth flooding through you and settling at the base of your stomach as the sound of it reaches your ears.

You rake your throat awkwardly and lay a gentle kiss on the cat’s head. It closes its eyes leisurely before looking at you again with its wide golden orbs.

“Maybe I do,” You tease.

“You disrespect me in my house, under my roof, in front of my cat.”

“Cry baby,” You cackle loudly, clutching at your stomach. 

The cat jumps and leaps out of its owner’s arms at the sudden loudness of your laughter. 

“Oh no no no no, I’m so sorry baby.”

It’s no use, the cat rushes through the corridor and into a dark room.

Yoongi chuckles darkly. “Seems like you’re stuck with your second choice now.”

You yelp as he grabs your waist and brings you forward, a few inches from his chest, where you lay the palm of your hands. “Yeah well, you can’t always get what you want.” 

You trace the outline of firm pecs through soft fabric, relishing in the light shiver it earns you from the object of your affection. 

“How sad,” He lowly rumbles, mouth now a few inches from yours.

You audibly gulp. “A tragedy.” 

Yoongi hums before encasing your mouth with his luscious lips and nipping at your bottom flesh. A small whimper makes its way past your throat and you go lax in his hold, letting him take control of the situation.

It’s not like earlier, when you were both lost in the throes of carnal passion. It’s sloppy, slow and Yoongi takes his sweet time savoring each and every sound his ministrations brings out of you, caressing you gently as he does so. 

You easily get lost in his lips, his smell, his taste, the feel of his fingertips and the small contented hums he emits from time to time.

“We should probably go to sleep,” He declares in between gentle presses of his lips.

“There’s a lot of things we should do.” You breathe out against his mouth.

Yoongi chuckles lightly before pecking your cheek, slowly making his way down your jawline.

“Believe me there’s a lot of things I want to do with you love, but we both work in a few hours.”

You dramatically sigh and throw your head back a bit to grant him better access to your throat. He eagerly starts tracing his way there with soft brushes of hot lips, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

You grip the front of his shirt, “You say one thing but then your body says another.”

You shiver as you feel the wet pad of his tongue licking at your throat before his teeth scrape the sensitive skin there, setting you ablaze.

You almost think you’ve won the battle, almost.

But just when you think you did, Yoongi parts from your throat and leaves a chaste peck upon your lips, spurring a frustrated whine out of you. 

“Just a little taste to keep you on your toes 'till next time,” He murmurs.

You pout. “No fair.”

Yoongi chuckles hoarsely. “What’s not fair is you liking my cat more than me.”

You cross your arms over your chest and pout deeply at him.

“But have you seen your cat?” 

He quirks a brow at you before taking your hand and tugging you towards what you assume to be his bedroom. He flicks the light switch on and well, it’s not what you expected.

In all fairness you didn’t know what to expect, Yoongi being the kind of person to keep his cards pretty close to his chest.

The room is tiny, but very clean and organized. The queen bed lays in the middle of the room and takes most of the space. Almost everything is in different shades of white and grey, except for the dresser, nightstands and bed frame, which are a light oak color. 

It’s all very calming and peaceful, and yeah, you should’ve expected it considering Yoongi is one of the most comforting human being you’ve ever known. 

You notice a little ball of fluff peeking out from under the bed.

“Don’t be afraid of me baby,” You soothe, getting on all fours and scooting closer to the animal.

It sniffs the air and smacks its head against the palm of your hand.

“That’s a good kitty,” You caress the cat gently, being careful not to scare it.

Yoongi rummages through his dresser for a few seconds before throwing a few pieces of clothing on the made up bed.

“I don’t really know what you usually wear to bed but yeah,” He glances at you, an amused smile working its way upon his face.

You awkwardly get up and pat your knees. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck and hands you an oversized black t-shirt and dark charcoal coloured sweatpants.

You smile coyly. “That’s perfect, thanks.”

You stand still for a few seconds, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. And you shouldn’t because, well, you just had sex on a bar counter. But you still do.

“Could you..”

Yoongi shakes his head and smirks at you. 

“Cute.”

Your cheeks heat up at an alarming rate and you shoo him out the door, earning you a loud chuckle as Yoongi closes the door behind him.. 

You swiftly change out of your current attire, throwing the dirty clothes in a pile on the dresser, then pull Yoongi’s garments on. The sweatpants are a bit too loose and the t-shirt is definitely oversized, but it’s very comfortable all around. You have no complaints. 

Plus, the clothes smell of delicious bergamot and pine wood, just like their owner. And you definitely have no complaints about that. 

Yoongi gently knocks on the door before asking,

“Can I come in?” 

You pat the t-shirt down. “Yeah..” 

He opens the door and smiles at you.

“Damn, you look hot with my clothes on.”

You blush furiously and hide your face behind your hand. “Shut up.”

He laughs and drops a toothbrush on the dresser. “I had an unopened pack of these, you can have it.”

“You better, you did invite me here after all.”

“Ungrateful brat,” Yoongi mumbles, though there’s a hint of a smile on his heart shaped lips. 

You grab the toothbrush and head out the door, but not before leaving a short kiss on the man’s cheek. 

“Thanks Yoongi.”

You skip down the hallway and to what you assume to be the bathroom. There’s only three doors after all, one of which you just came out of, it doesn’t leave a lot of room for error. 

As soon as you step in, you notice toothpaste on the sink, along with skin care products. 

“Yoongi, can I use your face wash?” 

You hear a positive answer and so you quickly wash your face, scrubbing thoroughly to get rid of the now faded makeup unflatteringly adorning your face. Then, you brush your teeth and get ready for bed. 

Once you’re done and content you make your way to the bedroom once again and freeze once you step into the room. 

Yoongi’s busy pulling his sweatpants on, half naked. And god you can’t believe you had sex with him because holy shit he’s hot. Planes of smooth skin, a flat stomach with slightly defined abs, broad and strong shoulders that could probably carry you without too much strain. Why is it so fucking hot in here?

It’s not like you haven’t seen it before, but it was in the dark. Now there’s strong lighting, exposing each and every detail to your greedy gaze. And you’d be a fool not to drink it all in eagerly. 

He pulls a black shirt on before turning around, noticing you. He shoots a questioning look your way,

“What?”

You glare at him. “You can’t tell me you don’t know how fucking ridiculously hot you are.”

He shrugs and you notice a slightly pink shade coloring his otherwise pale cheeks. Oh. 

He clears his throat. “You got any side you prefer?” He motions at the bed. “I can also sleep on the couch if you prefer-“

“The side closest to the door.” 

He nods, “I’ll go grab something, make yourself at home love.” He heads out once again and you slowly climb into bed, shivering as you slide under the covers. You settle against the soft pillow and sigh contentedly. 

No less than a minute later Yoongi comes back holding two glasses of clear liquid which he drops on both nightstands. 

“What’s that?” You quietly ask.

“Water.” He flips the light switch off, basking the room in darkness. 

You feel the mattress dip under his weight as he gets into bed and under the covers. You turn to face him, tentatively searching for his arm with your hand. 

“Ow,” He hisses as you hit what you think is his nose.

You gasp and burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m so sorry!” 

Yoongi slides a hand onto your waist and draws you closer, groaning in the process. 

“Like hell you are.” 

Your giggles get louder. “I swear I am, I was looking for your arm.” 

“Nice aim,” He chuckles, bringing a hand up to your hair and stroking it. 

You press closer to his chest, and relax in his hold. 

“Thanks for inviting me.” You whisper against his rhythmic heartbeat.

“Thanks for accepting.” 

He lays a kiss on the top of your head and you almost purr. 

“Did you put an alarm on?” You ask, just now remembering that you both need to get up in a few hours.

“I did. Now sleep, love.”

You wish you could take in more of this moment, it’s perfect, in every way you could think of. But you’re so sleepy, and the hand softly stroking your hair lulls you to sleep faster than you’d think possible.

“Okay,” You barely slur out. 

That night you fall into Morpheus’s arms, feeling completely safe and content.

Everything is warm and fuzzy and you feel so goddamn good you don’t ever want to move. But there’s this wet feeling on your cheek that annoys you to no end, and this quiet rustling noise that keeps perturbing you. 

It’s when you feel a soft push on your forehead that your eyes snap open and you realize you’re not at home in bed. You realize because there’s golden eyes, a few inches from your face, staring right at you with curiosity.

You groan and pet the furry companion, 

“Good morning Cat..” 

The cat meows at you and bumps his head against your forehead, making you effectively swoon as you affectionately caress the fluffy creature.

You lift your head slowly, taking in your surroundings. It’s definitely morning, the soft light coming in through the window cuing you in.

You rub your face and realize, to your horror, that you have drool drying on the right corner of your mouth, which prompts you to peek at the pillow on which you were sleeping and oh my god, you drooled on it.

So much for making a good impression after sleeping at Yoongi’s place for the first time.

Speaking of Yoongi, where the fuck is he? Not in bed that’s for sure.

You toss the covers off of your body and get up from the mattress, almost losing balance in the process. 

God, Yoongi may have fucked you a bit too good last night. It’s been a while since you’ve felt this sore after spending the night with someone.

Not that you mind.

You take your time making your way out of the bedroom and into the living room, analyzing the room to the best of your sleepy abilities, since you hadn’t really paid attention last night. 

The kitchen and living room are pretty much the same as the bedroom, clean lines and minimal clutter. It’s fascinating really, how someone’s living space can tell so much about them. 

There’s also a wide window with a beautiful direct view of the neighborhood’s park.

But the most beautiful view of all is Yoongi, with his back turned to you cooking god knows what and humming quietly as he does so, grey sweatpants hanging off his dainty hips, the hem of his shirt stuck a little higher up, giving you just a glimpse of soft pale skin.

You don’t even notice you’re smiling when you make your way towards him and bump your little toe on the corner of the kitchen island.

“Ow fucking hell,” You yelp and grab the counter forcefully as a myriad of curses slip past your lips.

Yoongi swivels around quickly at the commotion and abandons his cooking to grab your waist tenderly, confusion marring his features. 

“You ok?” 

You plaintively hum and feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, momentarily avoiding his gaze and settling for your feet instead.

“I hurt my toe,” You pout, finally meeting his eyes.

His eyebrows knit in concern.

“Want me to look at that for you?” He softly asks as he rubs your waist soothingly.

And god, if his tired hoarse voice made you tingly all over last night, it’s nothing compared to his raspy morning voice. You could bathe in it all day long.

“No, no I'll be ok.. ``Watcha cookin there?” You swiftly change the subject as an attempt to not let his hand on your waist have too much of an effect on you.

He grins widely, showing off smooth pink gums as he does. And it’s fucking adorable. You wonder how someone can be so attractive and cute at the same time, it shouldn’t be legal. 

“I’m just making pancakes, sit down it’s almost ready,” He turns his back on you again to prepare your breakfast and you stare at him completely dumbfounded. No one ever did that for you, ever.

“O-ok..” You take a seat at the counter and play with your fingers to try and distract you from your thoughts. It’s nerve wracking how quickly this man could make you fall head over heels for him. 

You need to slow down and tame the butterflies flying around in your stomach.

Yoongi shoots you an amused look before sliding a hot pancake into a white plate and handing it to you. 

“Utensils are in this drawer, there’s condiments and fruits in the fridge.”

And you feel a bit awkward rummaging through his fridge, but he implicitly said you could so you gather your courage and get maple syrup, whipped cream and strawberries out of the fridge and prepare your meal.

Yoongi soon joins you at the counter and you both eat in silence, stealing shy glances at each other from time to time, a bashful smile plastered upon your face no matter how hard you try to will it away.

You could get used to this, you think. And that scares you shitless because anything worth getting used to can also hurt the most if all hell breaks loose.

You don’t even notice you stopped eating until a gentle gruff voice startles you,

“What are you thinking about?” 

You shake your head and smile. “About how we have to go to work later.”

Yoongi lets out a long and deep sigh. “We still have like two hours or something left before we have to go.” He gets up and picks up both of your plates, promptly dropping them next to the sink. “I’m gonna take a shower.” 

You nod coyly, too shy to ask if you could also take one. 

“I’ll leave the door open if you wanna join me.” 

You swiftly lift your head up, eyes widening as you take in his cocky expression. He laughs wholeheartedly at your reaction.

“Don’t feel obliged to love. But I’d like it if you joined me.” He grins and makes his way to the bathroom as you stay seated and follow his movements, mouth slightly agape and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. 

Oh.

You stay there for so long, unsure what to do, that you hear the shower start running. It was all fine in the heat of the moment, when you were both basked in darkness and hungry for each other.

Now, you’re still very much hungry for him, but you’re also very shy. It all feels different, more intimate. And that also scares you.

But what are you if not willing to step out of your comfort zone from time to time? Taehyung always says you need to get out of your head, this is the perfect opportunity. Because Yoongi will be kind about it, you’re sure of that.

So you shakily get up from your seat and head towards the bathroom, legs quivering in anticipation and nervousness. And it’s embarrassing, really, how fast you get aroused just thinking about Yoongi naked in the shower, pressing on you with his strong body.

You quietly step into the bathroom, the sound of running water doing absolutely nothing to calm your nerves, and slowly tug your clothes off, one by one, until you’re stripped bare and shivering. You open the fogged up glass door and step inside almost moaning at the sight awaiting you. 

Yoongi, eyes closed under the shower head, letting the stream of hot water run through his hair and down his back, perfect ass on display. 

You almost lose it on the spot.

You can see the corner of Yoongi’s mouth lift up into a slight smirk as you step closer and engulf him in a hug, pressing your breast against his slick back and closing your eyes to take in the moment.

You stay like that for a few seconds, relishing in the warmth and letting the fog fill your lungs before Yoongi swirls around and rests his hands on your hips, the skin to skin contact making you slightly dizzy.

You slowly blink and meet his soft gaze, almost melting along with the water and sinking down the drain.

Yoongi draws you closer, flush against his chest and you look up straight into his eyes, blinking away the water sliding down your eyelashes in quick motions. 

You don’t notice you’re shaking until Yoongi points it out,

“You’re trembling, are you cold?” He steps back to let you stand directly under the warm flow of water. You close your eyes and take a shaky breath. 

“No I’m-“ You stop and bite your lip. “I’m.. scared”

Yoongi freezes and moves the both of you away from the shower head, swiping at your eyes in the process. 

“Of me?” 

You frown and shake your head. “No, no, god no. Of this, of us, it’s.. intimate.” 

Yoongi’s features soften at your words and he cradles the side of your face, caressing your cheek softly. 

“It is,” He smiles. “We’re not doing anything you’re not comfortable with, I promise.”

You nod weakly and stare at him, getting lost in his deep obsidian pools as time stands still for a few seconds. You inch closer, lips just a few inches from his own before halting in your movement,

“I’m comfortable with you.” 

And just like that, you bring him in for a searing kiss which Yoongi reciprocates ardently while tightening his hold on your frame. He leads you back under the water and cages you between his arms against the glass window. You jolt at the contact of cold glass on skin, a moan threatening to spill from your lips.

Pleasure courses through your whole body as Yoongi laps greedily at your mouth with expert swipes of his tongue and you don’t even try to fight for dominance, you happily let him take and take.

Because Yoongi almost never takes, he gives, never asking for anything in return. And so when he does take, you let him. Because it fills you up to the brim with gratefulness and satisfaction, because he almost never does, too content with giving. 

You want to give back.

You trail your fingers down his chest in featherlight touches, feeling him shiver and momentarily stutter in his movements as you close your hand around the base of his fastly hardening cock, making you smile through the kiss.

You give a few tentative strokes before fastening your pace, swirling your wrist as you pump his hard length with your tiny hand, which seems that much more petite around his thick girth. 

He groans against your lips before hitting the glass wall with his fist, the gesture making your tight walls clench around nothing.

“You’re making me go crazy love,” He rasps out, breaking the kiss. 

You innocently look into his eyes, pumping his cock faster, lingering on the red tip for a few seconds before swirling your hand down again.

He bores into your eyes with such a lustful look you weakly clench again. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“So many things,” You gently whisper against his plump lips. “Just- Just let me do this for you.” 

“Fucking hell, do what you want, I’m all yours babe.”  He curses out, bringing a hand over his mouth.

And so you slowly sink down onto your knees, closing your eyes momentarily as water cascades down your face in soothing waves and lay your tongue flat against the base of his cock, licking upwards in one smooth, tantalizing motion before taking the tip into your mouth and sinking down on his twitching length, prompting another curse out of him.

You slowly work him up, letting your throat adjust to his size, taking more and more inches as you bob your head up and down. Yoongi grips your hair gently, not tugging or pressing, it’s almost like a grounding motion you think. And it’s soothing, it encourages you to take more and more of him, warmth and pride blooming in your chest as you hear him quietly groaning.

It’s not as difficult now, and your throat is getting used to the intrusion. So you sink down and take as much of him as you can, gagging when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You stay there for a few seconds before trying to take a little more, tearing a straight up unholy sound from Yoongi’s throat as his grip on your hair tightens. 

You moan around him and immediately yelp in surprise as Yoongi grips your arm and tugs you upwards, letting your hair go as he does so, only to forcefully clutch your cheek.

“Fuck, are you trying to make me cum before I even get to fuck you?”

You mewl at his words, shivers erupting all over your skin like pinpricks,

“I just wanted to please you, I didn’t-“ 

You’re cut off by an assertive press of pillowy lips against your own and you relax in the blond’s man hold. 

“You did Angel.. God that mouth of yours is amazing.” He presses his forehead against your own. “But nothing would please me more than making you feel good. Do you want that?” 

Your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head as his words register. If you’re being honest, it’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

Yoongi lightly taps your cheek at the lack of response. “Do you want that Angel? Can I fuck you dumb?” He whispers, his words a sharp contrast against the loving tone of his voice.

“I really do Yoongi, please,” You whimper brokenly, already fucked out even though the man hasn’t even touch you yet.

He dives down to your throat, sucking and nibbling lightly at the supple flesh as his hands travel up and down your body, lingering on your breasts and hardened nub, teasing and flicking at them as if he knows exactly what to do to get a reaction out of you, and maybe he does. Your back arches and your breathing gets ragged and uneven, the fog now blurring your mind.

There’s only you and Yoongi, nothing else.

Yoongi parts from your throat and peers deep into your eyes,

“Turn around love.” 

You gulp and obey immediately, a pool of warmth now swimming in your abdomen, and you lay the palm of your hands flat against the glass, arching your back as you do so. 

Yoongi forcefully grabs both of your ass cheeks, kneading at the warm flesh as he lays a wet smack against your bum, shooting a jolt of electricity up your spine. 

“You’re fucking stunning love,” He all but growls against the shell of your ear, making you mewl at the praise.

And just like that he aligns himself with your entrance, teasingly flicking and tapping the tip of his cock onto it as you grind against him, desperate for friction of any kind.

And he happily obliges, slowly sinking into you and stretching you out as you cry out his name, the familiar burn making your heart race at an alarming rate.

“Fuck,” He growls through gritted teeth as he eventually bottoms out, pelvis flush against your plump ass. “Fuck Angel, you take me so fucking well.” 

You whimper loudly as he picks up a slow and steady pace, dragging the tip of his cock along your swollen insides. You can’t help the unbridled moans that escape your mouth or the shaking in your legs.

The constant and rhythmic sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin only fuels the fire burning through your veins and the growing knot inside your stomach. 

“I’m not gonna last long babe,” Yoongi shakily declares as he starts ramming into you at full speed, your cheek now squished against the glass and drool making its way past your wide opened mouth. He grabs your hair and tugs your head down onto his shoulder, kissing and nipping at your jawline now that the position permits it.

You arch your back even more, deepening the angle at which his throbbing cock plunders through your sensitive walls, and you bite your lip fiercely, drawing blood as the new angle sends you into pure ecstasy, your high drawing closer and closer, like a tidal wave. 

Yoongi’s movements become stuttered and you know he’s very close. So you swivel your hips and throw your ass down onto his cock to coax his orgasm out. 

“Angel,” He moans out before pulling out of you and coming all over your naked ass in thick ropes of hot, white essence. 

You shudder and lay your forehead against the glass as you try and will your erratic heartbeat to calm down, the stream of water swiftly washing the results of your actions off of your body. 

But you barely have time to breathe before you’re turned around, your hands now pinned above your head and interlaced with Yoongi’s. 

“We’re not done yet.” He smirks before bringing you into a swoon worthy kiss, dragging the tip of his tongue against your mouth in languid motions. He takes his time plundering your mouth, tasting each and every corner of it before dropping down, his hands now gripping both of your shaky thighs. 

You barely have time to register what he’s about to do before a warm tongue swipes at your core, sending your mind into a frenzy and reigniting the hot pit of lava in your abdomen.

“Oh shit..” You cry out while pulling at your hair, rendered unable to control your words or movements.

Yoongi continues his ministrations, licking and swirling his tongue against you, the knot in your stomach growing pleasurably painful.

“Yoongi-“ You hoarsely yell out. “Right there, like this yeah-“ 

He hums in understanding, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit in quick motions, exactly like you asked him to. And the pleasure it brings is almost unbearable.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit you in blinding throbs. It’s not all consuming or so intense you can barely stand. It’s more like a long, but ecstatic drag, making you convulse and moan quietly as Yoongi kisses his way up your body, all the way to your mouth. He lazily kisses you, bringing you back to earth as you reciprocate the kiss, brushing the tip of your fingers against his arm in long and deliberate strokes.

Yoongi parts from your mouth and sighs against your lips. “That was..”

“Fucking unbelievable,” You croak out, soon falling into a fit of giggles.

Yoongi quirks a brow at your reaction, mirth swimming in his eyes. “What are you laughing at, uh?”

You cover your mouth with your hand to suppress your giggles. “I don’t know, I’m feeling a ‘lil loopy.”

“That makes two of us,” Yoongi chuckles and twirls around to turn down the heat of the water. And the opportunity is right there in front of your eyes, so tempting that you can’t help but seize it, smacking his perfect ass loud enough for the wet sound to reverberate through the shower.

Yoongi startles, turning around and caging you between his strong arms in a matter of seconds. “No fair.”

“Nu-uh, what’s not fair is you having such a great ass.” You pout petulantly. 

“And you think you don’t?” He drags his hands down the curves of your body, forcefully grabbing your bum to prove his point. “You could sit on my face all day and I’d say thank you.”

You blush profusely and clasp a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, Yoongi!”

Yoongi throws his head back in laughter before leaving a light spank on your bottom,

“Alright let’s get cleaned up, I’m really not up for being late.”

“Okay! As long as I get to wash your hair,” You grin mischievously.

Yoongi groans. “Absolutely not.”

You fidget in the passenger seat as Yoongi parks on the street close to your workplace, your nerves slowly taking over.

You play with your fingers while Yoongi gathers his things and opens the driver’s door. You take a shaky breath and pick your bag up.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi halts in his movements.

You snap your gaze up, meeting concerned pools of onyx. “I- I just..” You trail off, carefully thinking over how you feel before voicing it.

Yoongi closes the door and settles against the seat, waiting in silence for you to find the proper words.

“How should we act in there? Obviously you had something with Sam before, I don’t want her to feel hurt by,” You motion between the both of you. “..this.”

Yoongi observes you for a second before sighing.“Obviously she’s not gonna be excited by it, though she did suspect something already.” He pauses.

“Thing is, as much as I don’t want this to hurt her, it’s also not our responsibility to ensure it doesn’t.” He takes your hand in his. “I’m definitely not gonna rub it in her face, I don’t feel the need to. But I also don’t feel the need to hide what we have. I’m tired of living my own life according to other people’s opinions and feelings.”

He looks down to your linked hands.“Ultimately it comes down to what you want. I’ve just told you how I feel about it, do what feels right for you and I’ll respect that.”

You look at him in shock, not having expected such an elaborate answer. 

“Thanks for telling me about how you feel,” You affectionately smile.

Yoongi leans towards you and leaves a soft kiss on your lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he does so.

“Thanks for sharing your concerns with me.” He breathes out.

And that’s a start you think. You both may be a little rough around the edges when it comes to sharing your thoughts and feelings, but that only means there’s place for improvement. 

You want to better yourself.

You both get out of the car and walk hand in hand towards the bar’s entrance, immediately waving at Namjoon as you come closer. 

His eyes widen when he notices your linked hands.“I guess we missed a lot last night.”

You nod bashfully while Yoongi taps the younger man’s shoulder in greetings. 

“Guess you did. Tell me later about you and Kook-ah, yeah?” Yoongi asks,  stepping through the door and tugging you forward.

“Hey I wanna know too!” You half-shout as you make your way up the stairs, your grip on Yoongi’s loosening for a moment before you notice and adjust it, earning you a cocky lift of brow from the blond barman.

He stops and bends down just before you reach the top of the stairs, whispering against the shell of your ear,

“Do what feels right and I'll respect it.”

You nod decisively and strengthen your grip on his hand, deciding then and there that you too, wouldn’t let people’s opinions dictate how you act. 

Yoongi shoots you a warm gummy smile that positively melts your heart before stepping up the stairs and towards the bar area. You follow him, a newfound confidence blooming in your chest.

Jimin and Jungkook are already there, hunched over the bar and chatting animatedly. 

Jimin is the first one to notice you both, his speech faltering when you greet them,

“Working hard I see.”

“What the fuck,” Jimin mutters, a bewildered look in his eyes.

Jungkook frowns and looks up, his eyes widening as soon as he does. “When did that happen?”

You feel heat lodging itself onto your cheeks and send Yoongi a panicked look. The latter nods and squeezes your hand before replying to the young man,

“None of your business, we open in thirty, chop chop.” He says, seemingly unfazed by your friend’s puzzled looks.

“You’re really, really no fun hyung.” Jungkook pouts.

“It’s my middle name.”

You snicker as you both get ready for work, a smile permanently etched upon your features as the reality of the situation kicks in. 

Yoongi’s got you, and he’s not backing down. 

The night goes by so fast you barely have time to blink before it’s closing time. You sit at the bar and get a bunch of receipts out of your pouch as the wireless terminal prints a very long detailed reading of the transactions completed under your number throughout the whole night.

You’re comparing numbers and making sure everything fits when Jimin slides on the seat next to you, doing the same thing you did a few minutes ago.

“What’s the verdict?” He asks.

You scratch your head. “Almost three thousand.”

Jimin whistles, impressed. “Damn, you got wrecked tonight.”

You laugh quietly. “I really fucking did. What’s yours?”

He looks over his reading. “Two and a half. God damn.”

“Jeez, we never stopped did we.” You chuckle hoarsely, you talked so much throughout the night that your voice is merely a shadow of what it used to be.

“Nope. Good job us.” He offers you his palm and you high five it.

You silently sort through your papers for a while before Jimin breaks the silence,

“So.. are you gonna tell me how you and Yoongi went from barely talking and murdering each other with a simple look to coming in together all lovey dovey and shit?”

You giggle lightly. “We talked like adults, that’s how.”

“Damn, who knew talking could solve so many problems. Not me.” He teases.

You roll your eyes and bump your shoulder against his. “You were right blablabla, happy?”

“Yeah.” He lays his head on your shoulder.

You rake your throat. “Did you end up texting Hobi last night?”

Jimin groans and hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I did, he never replied. I’m such a dumbass. And now he wasn’t even here tonight.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t have texted him.”

“Don’t say that, there might be an explanation.” You ruffle his raven head of hair.

“Yeah, he doesn’t like me.”

“You don’t know that! I’m ready to bet that he actually does.” You soothingly whisper against his hair.

“I’m not. I’m nothing special, look at him. He’s so warm and beautiful, in every sense of the word. He’s smart and funny and talented.”

You put all of your papers in a tall glass before replying,

“And you’re not? ‘Cause I’d use these exact words to describe you, Chim.”

He perks up at your words. “You would?”

You kiss the top of his head. “I really would.”

“Thanks,” He shoots you a wide, toothy smile. 

And you think that anyone would be completely insane to not describe Jimin as an absolute treasure, a beautiful flower glowing and growing under the sun’s warm golden rays.

You’re gathering your things in the employees lounge when Yoongi comes back from the office, a tired look in his eyes. He engulfs you in a tight back hug, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder as he inhales deeply. You shiver and wrap your upper limbs around yourself, holding the man’s forearms in your hands.

“Do you want to come back to my place tonight?” He rasps out.

“I wish but.. I think I’ll go back home today and invite Chim.”

“I’m definitely not jealous that Jimin will be sleeping in your bed before I have the chance to.”

You laugh and slap his arm. “He’s had a rough day, I just wanna be there for him.”

He tightens his hold on you, leaving a few open mouthed kisses on the crook of your neck and all the way up to your jawline. You smile contentedly and close your eyes as a sigh escapes your lips.

“I know, I’m not being serious.” He nips at your neck, tearing a shaky gasp from you. 

“Although.. maybe I am a bit serious.”

“Yuck, y’all disgust me.”

Your eyes snap open as you separate from Yoongi and glare at Jimin, who’s sporting a scandalized expression.

“I don’t know, I think they’re kinda cute, in a cavity inducing way,” Jungkook happily chirps in as he puts his winter coat on.

You hide your face beneath your hands. “This is embarrassing.”

Yoongi shrugs, unbothered by all the comments, 

“Says the guy who professed his undying love for Joon in front of us all just last night.”

Jungkook’s cheeks pink up. “You guys backed me into a corner!”

“It needed to be done.” Jimin declares solemnly.

You burst out laughing. “Let’s stop teasing Kookie.”

Jungkook smiles and pulls you into a side hug. “I love you.”

You lovingly pat his hair and pull your coat on.

“Chim you down for a sleepover tonight? We could call Tae up when we wake up and have brunch or something.”

Jimin smiles brightly at you. “Really? Yes, yes I’m so down!”

“Alright, we’re taking my car though.”

You all make your way down the stairs and out the establishment where you wait for Yoongi to lock the place up, shivering as the cold air seeps through your bones.

“Well, Joon’s waiting for me in the car so, have a great night guys!” Jungkook waves as he makes his way towards Namjoon’s car. You all wish him a great night.

Jimin clears his throat and retreats a little farther. “I’ll let you guys um.. do what you gotta do.”

You shift awkwardly from feet to feet, stopping as soon as Yoongi cups your cheeks and plants a long, languid kiss upon your cold lips. “I’ll miss you tonight.” He murmurs against your mouth.

You feel instantly warmed up from the inside out by the implication of his words. He’d miss you, he wishes he could spend the night with you again. He’s not going anywhere, at least not for now. And you can’t squash down the butterflies roaming freely in your stomach, or the spark of hope illuminating your insides, not this time.

“I’ll text you.” You whisper back, throwing your arms around his neck and closing the distance between your lips for another soft kiss.

You part, intertwining your fingers once more before reluctantly letting go and rejoining Jimin on the other side of the street. 

Yoongi waves your way. “You guys have fun.”

And maybe things could go right just this one time, maybe you could manage to make this work.

You’ll sure as hell try your best.

a/n: aren't they so fucking cute?? It would be an absolute shame if something happened.

anywho, see you next time loves!

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[microwavingtoniii]

Deltarune hapter 3 and 4 save me

[thespaceyace]

[RED HANDS AU] HAPTER TWENTY-ONE IS OUT ‼️ if you haven’t caught up now is SERIOUSLY the time (with a little spice 🌶️)

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #043 : maritime sunburst lichen! (xanthoria parietina)

maritime sunburst lichen (AKA common orange lichen, yellow scale & shore lichen) is a foliose lichen in the family teloschistaceae. it has been found in north america, africa, asia, europe & australia !! it often grows in hardwood forests in broad, low-elevation valleys, or in populated areas.

the big question : can i bite it?? like most lichens, it is inedible, though it may have medicinal uses.

x. parietina description :

"the vegetative body of the lichen, the thallus, is foliose, & typically less than 8 centimetres (3.1 in) wide. the lobes of the thallus are 1–4 mm in diameter, & flattened down. the upper surface is some shade of yellow, orange, or greenish yellow, almost green when growing in shady situations, while the lower surface is white, with a cortex, & with sparse pale rhizines or hapters. in xanthoria parietina, the thickness of the thalli is known to vary depending on the habitat in which it grows. the lichen pigment parietin gives this species a deep yellow or orange-red color."

[images : source, source & source] [fungus description : source]

[thefourfan]

animaticlock yap session incoming ❗️❗️❗️❗️

pscheeeew peiosisjwqoqoqowowowo kablooowieee 💥💥💥

so like

i didnt realize how ooc i used to write animatic and clock in my books, they were jsut like,,, the average wattpad characters who are gay twinks..

i wanna start writinf them as they actually are in their shows, like how animatic is just AHSUSBSBSBAAAUUUUUGUHHHHBUUUGHHHHH and clock is just YAAAAAYAYAYAAYYAAAAAAA

but i also think that like

(random headcanons incoming that WILL be cringe)

whenever clock gives animatic any sort of affection he just melts and doesnt know how to react (i think ive heard someone say this b4) and clock is kind of the same but he just giggles or wtv

like animatic just doesnf know how to respond or react to any sprt of affection due to him being locked away and isolated for so long

and clock has never had any before so she just tries to react in the best way possible

sorry that these headcanpns are cringe

but anywayyyyyy

the point of me sending this was me just wanting to yap about animaticlock headcanons and me realizing how ooc i ve had them for awhile

like im tired of writing them as twinks i wanna use my headcanons but i also dont wanna delete the nearly 30 hapters i have ughghgughghgufufhgh

anyway

have these cool gifs cause yoir cool 😎😎💥💥❗️❗️❗️ (they are definitely not animatic and clock colored ...!)

Oooooo I like those headcanons :3

They're weird little guyz who don't know how to romance and I luv it ^_^

Also YAYAYAUAY THE SLIME GIFS LOOK YUMMY I WANNA EAt

(BTW SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE I MEANT TO ANSWER BUT I FORGOR 😭)

[simcardiac-arrested]

something irreversible would happen to you if you read taking life as is by nerdynobody ona o3 and got toc hapter 52 brother i need to drag you into this hell with me im not suffering alone

listen i read chapter 1 . im there with you metaphorically