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[dayslynthesix]

bad idea, right? | max verstappen x female!oc [part 1]

the one when max verstappen got back to his ex girlfriend

an: i swear part 2 is funnier please don't give up part 2

amayamedina

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amayamedina i wish i was still blond to be on my merliah summers era. see you next year, spain, i had a lovely time here 🩷🇪🇸

itsmegigi the only certain i have in my life is that we're gonna be together next summer

amayamedina obviously girl, its us to the end of the world duuuhhh

thstsanneg_ i love you and i will definitely miss you during the year 😭😭

amayamedina stoppp you'll have to came to see mee 😭😭

beabee i think this was the best summer we ever had

amayamedina i know right?? this one felt more special

maxverstappen1 ⛱️🧡 liked by amayamedina

charles_leclerc it was lovely to meet you and the gang

amayamedina it was super nice to mee you, my mom will love to hear i watch the race from ferrari garage, shes a big fan

user1 so this is the girl we saw with max during the barcelona gp?

user2 idk maybe? she looks pretty

user3 she's a beach volleyball player i think

user6 how did you already found out her social media??

user1 she's a beach volleyball player (was, idk) and she's also a sports influencer

may 13th, 2019

amayamedina

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amayamedina interlagos was alway my favorite track 🇧🇷

maxverstappen1 your my favorite ❤️

amayamedina i love youuuu

thstsanneg_ i still cant believe you're dating a playboy who's job is literally racing in circles

amayamedina i know right??

user83 i hate the way they talk about max career like it's nothing

user92 girl it's not that deep they're joking

itsmegigi you're kinda cute

maxverstappen1 are you considering redbull as your next team?

itsmegigi im with ferrari until the day i die

beabee mom and dad 🥰

amayamedina no

charles_leclerc gross

amayamedina no one invited you here and if i recall you and max are not on speaking terms so plese fix that!

charles_leclerc no

user1 SO SHE IS THE GIRL

user93 she was pretty much at every gp and was seen with him at least four times guys, it's obvious

user1 we're happy they announced, that's all

user33 she's so gorgeous

user83 i meet them last night and she was very polite AND she was the one who took the photo i have with max

november 19th, 2019

amayamedina

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amayamedina me and my girls (and the boys), italy trip you'll aways be famous! 🇮🇹

maxverstappen1 🧡🧡🧡

charles_leclerc the trip is always famous untill someone end up in the hospital with a food poisoning

amayamedina i told you to take it easy with the shrimp...

beabee ok that was amazing!! can't wait for next years

amayamedina we'l be here!

itsmegigi all the pottery it was me! i need people to know that ams and bea are shitty at it

amayamedina anne helped... a little

charles_leclerc no she didn't, she was BUSY TRYING TO GUIDE THE BOAT SINCE MAX AND AMAYA KEPT ARGUING!! comment have been deleted

charles_leclerc no she didn't 🤪

thstsanneg_ i love you guys

redbullracing take care of max, he's our precious driver and we need him!

amayamedinaif he was here i would! comment have been deleted

amayamedina sure adm! 😌

may 28th, 2021

amayamedina and maxverstappen1

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amayamedina after two and a half years together with max, we decided to go separate paths, i will be forever grateful for the time we spent together 🩷

maxverstappen1 thank you for allowing me to be your partner, i will hold those memories close to my heart. wish you all the best 🧡

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june 10th, 2021

amayamedina

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amayamedina birthday me with the people i love the most in the place im the happiest, thank you so much for being here with me and to celebrate my life with me, i will hold those memories close to my heart ❤️‍🩹 happy cancer season everyone ♋️🦀 | 📍 positano, italy

itsmegigi i love you and i love to spend your day with you, you're my best friend in the world and your happiness means a lot to me 💛

amayamedina you mean a lot to me! 💛

thstsanneg_ happy happy happy birthday my friend, you're the best, you deserve your friends with you today

amayamedina don't make me cry again 😭 i love you and im super grateful to have you in my life

beabee im crying again, i love you! it you and me (and gi, and annie) that's my whole world until the end

amayamedina my world is only whole when im with you, annie and gigi, i love you ❤️

charles_leclerc happy birthday, ames, you deserve all the best

amayamedina thank you charlie, thank you for being here 💖

charlottesiine it was amazing to celebrate with you, i hope you have a great year!

amayamedina it was amazing c! thank you for coming 💖

user13 don't you guys think that's strange that amaya and max broke up like 10 days ago and charles is celebrating her birthday with her?

user83 not at all, they seemed very friendly with each other and charlotte and her became very close

user89 people can't have friends anymore

madalenamedina_ happy birthday my beautiful girl, i still remember the day i found out that i was going to be a mom and the day i listened to your heart for the first time, i love you dearly and immeasurably ❤️❤️❤️

amayamedina thank you mom, i love you! you're the best mom i could have asked for and i want to be your daughter in every life after this one

user82 HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMAYA!!!

lewishamilton happy birthday, amaya! wishing yoi all the best 🙏🏻

amayamedina thank you, lewis! 💖

june 30th, 2021

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 🏆😄

redbullracing our world champ!

kellypiquet ❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo congrats mate

landonorris 💥💥

user92 goat

user193 i mean congrats i guess

user82 the fia is now giving world championships like it's candy lol

user95 it was supposed to be amaya with him 😭😭

user33 move on they broke up hes happy with kelly

december 16th, 2021

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 after 2 years together, kelly and i decided to go different ways, i ask you, please, for privacy during this moment and respect to her and her personal life.

november 17th, 2023

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amayamedina just added a story

november 23rd, 2023

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maxverstappen1 can we talk? it's been a while

amayamedina i don't know if i still had anything to talk to you

maxverstappen1 kelly and i we broke up

amayamedina im sorry

maxverstappen1 no you're not haha

amayamedina yeah im not lol but i guess a talk won't do harm so sure

maxverstappen1 can i pick you up?

amayamedina sure, give me 10min

[magicshopaholic]

Pretty Girls

Summary: Yoongi is back from tour for a day and Miso tries to make the best of it. Chaeyoung seeks advice on her new relationship with Hoseok. Sooah and Jimin try to be helpful, while Kaya tries to get her boyfriend to stop smoking.

Pairing: OT3 x OC (feat. Jimin x OC) (different OCs)

Genre: Humour, fluff, mild angst, smut

Word count: 12.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, kissing, alcohol, blowjobs, semi-public intimacy, smoking

A/N: No, this hasn't been edited because I wanted to post it before I end up delaying this for another week. I hope this came out the way I pictured because the way I pictured it was 🥰 This is set about six to eight weeks after Late Night Call.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @confessionsofamarshlily@jiminjhang@xjoonchildx@tarahardcore@infinitehobi@handfullofcandids@whoisbts @jihopesjoint @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: "something pretty" by patrick park

namjoon masterlist | yoongi masterlist | hoseok masterlist | jimin masterlist | main masterlist

Yoongi steps out of his building, running a hand through his long hair and checking his phone for his emails. There might be a meeting today; he hasn’t been invited to it yet and he hopes it stays that way, but there’s really no telling. 

He squints slightly as he steps out, tilting his head up to the sky before he puts on a pair of sunglasses. It’s a beautiful day, the kind that movie montages are made in, but his is a day of errands and catching up on work so he doesn’t see himself being able to enjoy it. He heads out to the above ground parking for his Range Rover, but does a double take when he reaches.

Standing next to the hood of a car and holding a coffee, Miso smiles a rare smile. “Hi.”

Yoongi halts before taking two slower steps, feeling a smile already creeping up his face. “Am I in a dream? What - what’s happening?” he asks, taking off his sunglasses. “You’re alone? And smiling? Who died?”

She gives him a look but her shoulders are still relaxed as she reaches behind her and reveals another cup of coffee which she brings to him.

“You said you had a break for two days in Seoul and miraculously, one of them coincides with one of the rarest, most auspicious days that only comes about once every year or so,” she tells him, handing him the cup. “Also known as the day my father is abroad and Seungkwan is at my mother’s disposal for the entire day, thereby leaving me to blissfully exist as their last priority.”

Yoongi takes the cup with a chuckle, no longer a stranger to her dry humour. “So you came to see me?”

She nods, and he thinks he sees a tinge of pink creeping up her cheeks. “The whole… asking my father for my passport thing didn’t quite work,” she admits, pushing her own sunglasses up her nose. “But your tour seems like it’s going well and… I don’t know. I guess for one day, you can tell me about it in person instead of over text at some ungodly hour of the night.”

Something expands in Yoongi’s chest but doesn’t acknowledge it out loud. This might be the most spontaneous he’s ever seen Miso and it feels too precious to disturb. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees, sipping the coffee and feeling like he’s finally waking up. “I do have some stuff to get done today, though,” he warns her. “I need to meet Jimin for a quick thing before picking up some stuff in Gangnam, then the studio -”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” she asks, and he can’t tell if she’s joking.

Yoongi exhales, taking her coffee cup from her hand and placing both cups behind her on the hood of the car. Ignoring her mild frown, he tugs her gently by the hand and slowly wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. He waits until she hugs him back, a bit stiffly, before frowning suddenly.

“It’s okay that I’m doing this, right?” he asks, pulling away slightly. “I mean… you won’t get in trouble…?” he ventures, looking around suddenly as though expecting to be filmed.

“I don’t think my father has spies in the UN Village tracking me,” she says lightly, before stepping away. 

Yoongi nods. “It’s good to see you, Kang Chanel,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek. 

Her mouth curves upwards slightly, but then she rolls her eyes. “Don’t get sentimental on me, Min Suga.” She steps backwards and opens the drivers’ door to the car and slides inside. “You’ll be late for your errands,” she informs him, tucking her coffee into the holder next to the gear shift.

Missed you, too. He follows suit, strapping himself into his seat while she fiddles with the stereo, the morning already seeming brighter.

—

“You’re going to be late, you know?”

Namjoon nods and rolls them over, gently pressing her back into the bed as he captures his lips in hers. “You’re the one making me late, if that makes you feel better,” he murmurs against her jaw.

“Way to shift responsibility,” she responds, wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing softly, feeling his arms slide down her waist.

“You came in here and took off all your clothes as I was about to leave,” he reminds her, lips moving down her collarbone, past the flimsy material of her top. “How is that my fault?”

“I came here to change my pants,” she retorts, pushing him back so they’ve switched positions. Kaya sits up, straddling him, and runs a hand through her long hair so it falls gracefully down one shoulder. “And only because you spilled water on them,” she adds with finality.

Namjoon grins up at her, eyes hazy with arousal, and her heart skips a beat. Maybe it’s the shirt he’s wearing this morning, maybe it’s the residual aftermath of their break-up from last year, but it’s harder than ever to stay apart. But she has an important date with herself today, and it’s a working day for her boyfriend.

“That’s right. I was picturing you taking off all your clothes,” he amends, sighing dramatically. “Guess I’ll be picturing it all day now.”

“You do that.” Kaya pats his chest and climbs off him, reaching for a pair of jeans and pulling them on. She feels Namjoon’s eyes on her and holds his gaze as she gets dressed, until he finally sits up.

“Can you just fucking move here or something?” he asks wistfully. “I really miss you.”

She nods in understanding, not knowing how to respond to that. “I miss you, too. Your apartment is, like, five times the size of mine.”

He clicks his tongue. “The bigger it is, the emptier it feels.” He frowns slightly. “By the way, your mouth tastes of watermelon,” he says curiously.

“Watermelon?”

“Yeah. Hang on - I can’t be sure. C’mere,” he mutters, pulling her by the hand and kissing her. “Yep, that’s watermelon. I can’t remember the last time I had something that healthy in my house,” he remarks, raising his eyebrows.

“It’s probably the supplement I’m taking,” she guesses, turning towards the mirror and finger-combing her hair. “It’s Vitamin D and iron and something else - I don’t remember.”

“What do you mean? Did a doctor tell you to take them?”

“Yeah, he thinks it’s because I’m not getting enough sleep,” she says absently. “This last stage of my dissertation is killer so he thinks it might be causing deficiencies of some kind in my system.” She shrugs. “But watermelon, huh?”

Namjoon looks like he’s about to say something but shakes his head at the last moment. “Yeah. It’s nice.” He wrinkles his nose. “Is that weird? Liking what you taste like?”

She bites her lip and meets his gaze in the mirror. “No, it’s endearing. I kind of miss what you taste like, too, when we’re not together.”

“Yeah?” His smile widens as he leans back on his hands, tossing his hair out of his eyes. “What do I taste like?”

Kaya hums, thinking. “Chocolate. Dark chocolate,” she clarifies. “Sometimes red wine, sometimes straight up whiskey,” she adds, noting how he chuckles self-consciously. “Sometimes that coconut water that you have stockpiled in your studio.”

“Wow.” He nods thoughtfully. “What do I taste like today?”

She locks her eyes with his in the mirror again. “Cigarettes.”

There’s a pause where she can see him being caught off guard by her response, before his shoulders fall slightly. “Have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

Kaya finally turns around and crosses her arms across her chest, feeling a little guilty about potentially ruining a nice moment. “Look, I don’t want to be that girlfriend - the one who tells you what to do and what not to do… so if you could just realise it on your own?” she ventures, raising her shoulders.

“It’s not like I’m doing it regularly,” is all he says, but she can sense his feeling of being caught. 

“Yeah, I know, which is why I don’t really bring it up. But I also haven’t ever tasted it on you at ten in the morning,” she points out. “Do I need to be worried?”

She waits for the answer to be an immediate no, but when Namjoon sighs and hesitates, her heart sinks a little in disappointment. “I don’t think so,” he says a little later. “Just… with the album and everything, things have been a little stressful. I know you know what that’s like.”

She scoffs. “Weed is nowhere near as bad as pure tobacco. And I’m definitely not smoking up first thing in the morning.”

“Look, I’ve stopped before and I can stop again. I’ll have to - it’s not like I can keep it going in the military.”

There’s a pause. “Fine. Prove it,” she says. “Go the rest of the day without a single cigarette, and I’ll probably believe you.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’m being a buzzkill but unfortunately for you, I love you and I’d rather not see you die an early death.”

His jaw hardens slightly. Then he shrugs. “Fine. I won’t smoke the rest of the day if you don’t stay away from work for the rest of the day.”

“What?” She scoffs again. “How is that the same thing?”

“Overworking won’t kill you the way smoking will, but it can’t be good. Kaya, you’re supposed to be on vacation,” he reminds her. “You’ve been here four days and you’ve worked during all of them. Last night, you were up later than I was. You’re on medication because of it.”

“They’re supplements,” she corrects him, feeling distinctly called out. “And… this isn’t about me.”

“You can be worried about my health but I can’t be worried about yours?” He stands up, his height making her heart stutter again. “I think it’s a fair bet, no?”

Kaya narrows her eyes at him. “Fine. I won’t work. That’s easy.”

“That includes checking your emails.”

She feels her face fall slightly. “That’s… fine,” she repeats, although less confidently this time. “I’ll be able to tell if you smoke. The smell lingers,” she informs him. 

“I’m aware. And checking your email and visiting your college intranet leaves timestamps.”

“Deal.” She sticks out a hand which he takes, shaking it before tugging her towards him. Her stomach flips. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he says, grabbing her around the waist and tossing her on the bed, making her gasp in surprise. “Just kissing on it.”

—

Chaeyoung checks her reflection in the mirror, checks her small overnight suitcase and checks her phone, before stepping out of her room and shutting the door behind her. She can hear Sooah’s voice in the living room and with some trepidation, she heads over to her and Jimin lounging on the sofa.

“It’s just ridiculous,” Sooah is saying, slamming her laptop shut and tossing it to the side. “Every day is a nightmare of indecisiveness and I have to waste my time executing every idea and negotiating with vendors, just when she changes her mind because of a Pinterest post.”

“Her own management has to be pretty pissed, too,” remakes Jimin, lying down by her side and scrolling through his phone. “Oi - what if she goes so overboard that they just has, like, a breakdown? And the whole thing has to be cancelled?”

“Don’t even say that,” she warns him when she catches sight of Chaeyoung. “After all this effort if we actually lose this client, I can probably kiss my job goodbye. Hey,” she says to Chaeyoung with a sigh. “Sorry, was I too loud?”

“Not at all,” she answers, shaking her head as she approaches the couple. “Is everything okay?”

“No, but I’m not going to worry about it today,” decides Sooah. “I have the day off so I’m not thinking about it till Monday.” She frowns. “Why do you look so worried?”

“Do I?” When Sooah nods, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath and sits on the coffee table, opposite her and Jimin. “Actually… I could use your help. Both your help.”

“Oh?” Sooah raises her eyebrows as Jimin sits up as well next to her, dark hair tousled. “What’s up?”

“Well…” Chaeyoung takes another deep breath, running her hands down her thighs. “I need some… advice. About - okay, wait. Oppa, this stays between the three of us, right?”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he looks around, clearly not expecting to be called out. “I - yeah. Of course. Who would I tell?” He looks from Chaeyoung to Sooah. “Okay. Fine. Yes, of course this stays between us.”

“Okay, then.” She tries again. “I need advice,” she repeats. “Like… dating advice. As you know, Hoseok and I have been sort of dating for a few weeks now,” she begins, when Jimin whoops. When both girls simply frown at him in confusion, his grin vanishes.

“Oh. Sorry. It felt just a cheer-worthy moment. Sorry. Carry on.”

“Well, it’s been going… well. Surprisingly well. But it’s also… I don’t know, casual? Like, neither of us are talking about it in depth, about where we are, how serious we are - all that stuff.”

“So… why don’t you just ask him?” Sooah suggests. “Are you worried you’ll scare him?”

“Not exactly…” Chaeyoung struggles to articulate it. “I don’t think it’ll freak him out. I just can’t be the one to bring it up. I guess I just want to know where he is with all this, you know? Especially because we’re both going back to Gwangju today for the long weekend and my brother’s going to be there, too, which is sure to freak Hobi out and…” She lowers her eyes and sighs. “I don’t want him to start reconsidering this or something.”

Jimin shakes his head slowly. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. He talks about you a lot,” he adds earnestly. 

“No, not reconsidering… you know, dating me,” she replies, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her face. “But… I just want to go there knowing where we are, hopefully without having to talk about it. How he feels or- or…” She trails off, feeling a bit exposed as she says it out loud.

“Chae… I’m afraid Hoseok is the only one that can actually tell you,” says Sooah slowly. 

“Isn’t there any kind of way I can make him bring it up?” Chaeyoung presses. “You know about our past. I really don’t want to be the one all eager to have the conversation about us - I just can’t do it. Especially since we’ll have to spend the whole weekend pretending to be casual friends connected through my brother anyway.” Chaeyoung shakes her head. “Look, you two have known each other for decades, too,” she points out. “How did you know how you felt about each other when you started going out last year?”

Sooah and Jimin look similarly doubtful, but Jimin is the first to speak. 

“Well… I always knew how I felt about Sooah,” he begins, shrugging in a matter-of-fact way as he glances at his girlfriend. “Maybe the intensity changed when we spent years apart and the rest of the time… I guess I was in denial,” he admits sheepishly, grinning when Sooah fondly punches his shoulder. “But Sooah was always the one, ever since we were fifteen. She’s Kim Sooah. She’s fun, she’s smart, she brightens up every room… and she’s only gotten hotter over the years,” he adds seriously.

Chaeyoung exhales, saying nothing as she turns to Sooah who’s gazing up at Jimin with a sparkle in her eye. “Unnie?”

“Okay, first of all, I can’t ever stay mad at him for longer than five minutes because he says things like that,” she says dryly, tucking a lock of hair deliberately behind her ear. “And… Jimin is the absolute sweetest guy I know. That’s been the case since we met in high school - he was cute and shy but he was already the best person I knew. He’s loyal and hardworking and, uh…” She reaches over and taps his bicep. “As millions of girls will second me, he is a total smokeshow.”

There’s a moment of silence before Jimin sighs. “Come here,” he murmurs, pulling Sooah to him and wrapping his arms around her. “I love you, Kim Sooah,” he says, kissing the side of her head.

“I love you, too, Park Jimin,” she says into his shoulder. “We’re so lucky!” she exclaims, making him laugh.

Jimin hugs her tighter. “I know. I can’t even remember what we were fighting about,” he adds, making her laugh and nod.

Chaeyoung stares at them. “You weren’t fighting. You were helping me with my problem.”

“Right.” Jimin and Sooah separate, clearing their throats before the latter leans forward. “Chae. What exactly are you afraid of?”

“Acting like the thirteen year old me around him,” she answers instantly. “I’m not that person anymore and he’s not that person anymore. We’ve both grown up and I just want to know how he feels without actually asking him how he feels.” She places her hands on her lap, having said her piece. “So? Any words of advice? Because we’re leaving for Gwangju in, like… half an hour.”

The silence is deafening.

“Okay, thanks.” Chaeyoung nods and stands up, feeling like she might spiral when Sooah stops her. 

“Look, I get it. I promise, we’ll think of something,” she assures her, squeezing her hand. 

“Hey, maybe Yoongi hyung will have some ideas,” pipes up Jimin, reading something on his phone. “He’s coming over to drop a demo tape for me before he flies out again on Sunday.”

“No! God, Jimin oppa -” Chaeyoung clicks her tongue while Sooah slaps his shoulder. “This stays between us, remember?”

“Fine, fine,” he says quickly, backing away. “He’s almost here anyway.” He turns to peer out the window. “Wait - I think that’s his car.”

Miso pulls up outside the building and switches off the car. “Is this it?” she asks, looking up at the small structure with half a dozen floors, vines and leaves decorating a single side.

“Yeah,” mutters Yoongi, unstrapping the seatbelt. “I don’t know if everyone’s home but Jimin’s definitely here so Sooah must be, too. Come on,” he says, moving to open his door.

“Oh, yeah - no.” Miso shrinks back into her seat. “If you just need to go up for a second, I’ll wait down here.”

Yoongi frowns. “What? Like a chauffeur? Miso - this is Jimin. You know Jimin.”

“Yes, but it’s not like we’re friends. And I don’t know his girlfriend either.” She shakes her head with finality and sits back in her seat. “I’ll wait here.”

He stares at her for a few seconds before speaking again. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to step out of your comfort zone once in a while. What exactly are you afraid of with Jimin?”

Miso bites her lip, aware that there’s no way to explain just how terrible she is with people, but also aware that Yoongi of all people should know this. The last thing she wants to do today is bicker with him, however, so she sighs and nods.

“Fine. Let’s go.” She unstraps herself from the seat and catches Yoongi’s pleasantly surprised expression. “Don’t get excited. You’re just dropping off a tape, right? So, like… a couple of minutes, tops?”

“Absolutely.”

They reach the apartment and Yoongi rings the doorbell while Miso hangs back slightly, feeling anxious. When the door opens, it’s done by a girl Miso has never seen before: petite with long hair and doe eyes, so slender that she looks like a gust of wind might blow her away.

“Hey, Yoongi hyung! See, I was right,” comes a voice from inside the house that Miso recognises as Park Jimin’s, smug and musical all at once. She follows Yoongi inside, noting the double take Jimin does when he spots her.

“Uh - hi, noona,” he says, sounding a bit uncertain but immediately introducing her to the two girls that she presumes are the actual residents of the apartment. She gives them an awkward wave in response, continuing to stay out of the way as a wave of low chatter ensues, easy and familiar as though they’ve all known each other forever. 

 “Oh, thanks.” Jimin sighs when Yoongi hands him a small, sleek silver pendrive the size of a grape. 

“Just remember to add backing vocals to it or it’ll sound way too flat,” says Yoongi, picking up his bag and looking ready to leave. Miso exhales in relief and starts to move towards the door when Jimin stops them.

“Wait, this doesn’t have backing vocals?” His eyes widen dramatically. “I thought Hobi hyung already recorded them!”

“Didn’t have the time,” says Yoongi, shrugging. “Just get together with him in the studio tomorrow and ask him to ad lib it. I’ll be gone but you can ask Miso and Donghyuk for help,” he adds, evidently not realising how Miso’s heart almost jumps out of her chest at hearing her name. “She composed most of it anyway.”

He looks automatically at Miso and she nods slowly, her eyes flickering between Yoongi and Jimin. “Um, yeah. Sure. Come to the studio when - whenever.”

“Uh, thanks, noona, but that’s not the problem. Hobi hyung won’t be there,” says Jimin. “He’s leaving for Gwangju today.”

Yoongi swears under his breath. “Oh, come on. I don’t think I’ll be able to squeeze it in today,” he mutters, checking his phone.

“He’s on his way here right now.” The petite girl with the headband pipes up. “If that’ll help.”

Jimin and Yoongi exchange looks while Miso feels a looming dread. 

“I have a portable mic and my laptop,” volunteers Yoongi, shrugging. “Quality won’t be as good but it should work for now, until he’s back and you can do it at the studio.” He turns to Miso, as though to see what she thinks, but the semi-smile fades, presumably at her expression.

Saved by the bell, she thinks murderously as the girl in the headband - Chaeyoung, Miso remembers suddenly - skips over to open the door again, this time to see Hoseok standing in the doorway.

“Hey, y - oh, hey,” he stutters, his tone changing when he takes in the half a dozen people in the living room. “Um -” His eyes fall to Chaeyoung, who bites her lip and lets him in as their eyes dart around awkwardly for a moment before he finally presses a quick kiss to the top of her head. 

Chaeyoung is blushing as she closes the door and Hoseok troops in, catching sight of Miso. “Oh, wow! Hey, noona,” he says, high-fiving her as though she’s an old friend he hasn’t seen in ages. It occurs to Miso suddenly that the last time she saw Hoseok, she was drenched with blood running down her face, and her greeting is therefore a bit subdued.

“Soooo, what’s going on?” he asks, looking around. “Is there some party happening at -” He checks his watch “- eleven fifteen in the morning that I’m not aware of?”

“We need you to record something for us,” informs Yoongi as Jimin reaches over and grabs Hoseok by the arm, steering him over to one of the bedrooms.

“Now? But we have to -”

“It won’t take long,” interrupts Jimin, before peering over his shoulder at the rest of them. “You ladies are okay to wait for a little bit, right?”

Chaeyoung and Sooah shrug and mumble unintelligibly, while Miso glares at Yoongi.

“Comfort zone,” he reminds her in a low voice, turning around and walking backwards, “noona.”

“Bite me, Min Suga,” she hisses, wanting to throw something as he flashes an amused grin at her before disappearing into the room with his group members.

Miso tears her eyes away from the door with difficulty to see the two other girls looking back at her. “Um,” she begins, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Maybe I should… leave,” she ventures.

“Oh.” Sooah frowns curiously, perching on the arm of the sofa while Chaeyoung sifts through the fruit bowl on their small dining table. The entire living room is roughly the size of Miso’s bathroom, and the photo frames and trinkets, the mismatched pots with leafy plants interspersed across the room and the soft throw across the back of the couch would give her mother a heart attack. Part of her wants to touch the throw, for it looks incredibly soft.

“Didn’t you come with Yoongi? You can wait with us, if you want.” She smiles a confident, easy smile. “We won’t bite.”

She offers so nonchalantly that Miso almost finds herself considering it. “I just - I don’t want to intrude,” she says, “especially if you have plans or -”

“Damn it, not this again!” Sooah exclaims suddenly, her eyes on her phone. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, unnie. It’s just this - this crazy client is ruining my day off.”

Miso raises her eyebrows while Chaeyoung snorts. “You sound like you could use a drink.”

“You know what? I really could.” She strides into the kitchen and Miso can hear the sound of a cabinet creaking open.

“Wait, I was joking - Sooah, it’s not even noon.”

“So? It’s noon somewhere,” she calls from inside the kitchen. “And as I recall, don’t you have to spend the next two days around your family pretending like you and Hoseok aren’t an item?”

“That’s right. Grab me a glass, too?”

“You got it. Miso unnie, you’re drinking, too, right?”

Miso, who had been ready to take this as her chance to leave, freezes. “Um -” She sighs quietly. “I have to drive,” she says after a moment.

Sooah pops her head out of the kitchen. “Can’t Yoongi drive?” she asks, just as muffled music begins playing from inside one of the bedrooms.

“Right,” mutters Miso through gritted teeth. “Yoongi.” His slightly mocking refrain of comfort zone, noona comes back to her; she doesn’t want to prove him right but at the same time, she remembers how his pensive face had broken into a smile at the sight of her this morning. It’s infuriating, but almost as though she can’t help it, Miso finds herself nodding.

She traipses into the kitchen to see Sooah retrieving wine glasses one by one from a cabinet while Chaeyoung cuts up an apple into smaller pieces. A bottle of white wine sits on the counter; Miso picks it up, not recognising the name, and turns it over. Automatically, her gaze drops to the price sticker, which explains why she’s never heard of this wine. She places it back carefully on the counter, musing wryly at her father’s reaction if he were ever offered a drink at this price point.

The kitchen is small and cluttered, but it’s the sight of two young women bustling around inside it that’s truly remarkable to Miso. It’s a far cry from her parents’ personal chef that moves robotically around their sleek modern kitchen that makes her dread every mealtime.

“So, unnie, you’re a record producer, too?” Sooah asks as she hands her a glass. 

“Um, yes. At Hybe. That’s how I know those guys,” she adds, pointing vaguely towards the bedrooms.

“Wow, that’s so cool,” says Chaeyoung, sounding rather like she means it. “Female producers are so rare.”

“It’s badass,” agrees Sooah, popping open the bottle and pouring  some into her own glass.

Miso doesn’t quite know how to respond, for it’s quite possibly the first time anyone has ever referred to her as cool, let alone badass. When Sooah brings the bottle to her glass and raises her eyebrows questioningly, Miso simply nods, feeling unexpectedly gratified, and takes a sip. She’s pleasantly surprised to discover that the wine is delicious.

Sooah agrees apparently, taking a much larger sip and sighing as she clutches the glass to her chest. “I’m going to get fired. All because this headcase of an actress can’t make up her damn mind.”

Chaeyoung catches Miso’s eye and tilts her head. “She works in event planning. Right now she’s got this client who’s… what can I say?” she asks Sooah. “Making her life hell.”

“Hell,” repeats Sooah. “But, no, that’s not even half of it. So, okay, the way this client actually got signed was through her cousin who’s friends with our CEO…”

Sooah takes them through the entire story of her hellish client, a minor actress who she says she can’t name due to an NDA, but drops enough hints that Chaeyoung at least seems to know who she’s talking about. Miso nods along at every pause, taking cues from Chaeyoung as to when to chuckle or make sympathetic noises. She wonders, though, if these girls really are being terribly polite for the sake of their boyfriends in letting her stay here and drink their wine. 

They are much younger than her - that much Miso can tell instantly, and she’s sure they can as well - but there’s a level of ease with which they’ve welcomed a new person into their home that Miso doesn’t even feel she can relate to. She takes a piece of apple when Chaeyoung offers her the bowl; she wonders if this is a regular occurrence for them, preparing their own snacks, cleaning their own kitchen, having their friends come and go without care. 

Somewhere along the way during the story, they end up sitting on the kitchen floor and facing each other, cradling their glasses while the bottle sits in the middle of their little circle.

“- tries way too hard. But maybe I’m wrong. Unnie, what do you think?”

It takes Miso a moment to realise she’s lost track of Sooah’s story. “Um… I think…” Shit.

“Chae doesn’t agree with me,” adds Sooah, pointing at her roommate who shrugs matter-of-factly. “She thinks the client’s management makes most of these decisions but she’s getting all the flack for it because she’s a public figure. But she’s the one paying her management,” she says, giving Chaeyoung a pointed look. 

“But don’t you think artists could be getting manipulated by their management, too?” Chaeyoung presses, turning to Miso. “Hobi told me it happens a lot.”

“Oh. Uh -” Miso swallows. Sooah seems like the kind of person who’s had friends and admirers her whole life, while Chaeyoung is more insightful than Miso can remember being at that age (or any age). Therefore, it’s somewhat strange how they’re both looking expectantly at Miso, as though genuinely wanting her opinion on this topic.

“Well, it’s true,” she begins slowly, her eyes fixed somewhere on the floor between both the girls. “Sometimes decisions taken by an artist’s team can reflect badly on the artist. But that’s why we limit the access that managers get to the studio, so that they have some freedom to express themselves honestly. Sometimes they’re a whole different person.”

Both the girls nod seriously. 

“But sometimes they’re just a bitch.”

There’s a pause before Sooah snorts and Chaeyoung laughs, and they begin debating which one this mysterious client is more likely to be. Miso listens, a strange sort of lightness spreading through her chest at this unexpected approval. She takes another sip of the delicious wine, which only seems to have gotten sweeter.

“So, unnie,” begins Sooah after a little while, “how long have you and Yoongi been dating?”

Miso chokes. “Oh, we’re not - we’re not dating. God, no.” As she says it, a series of images flash through her mind in no particular order: their hands meeting in a pitch black elevator, a coat room and a sudden kiss, sitting fully clothed under a running shower, falling asleep in the comfort of his arms. “I mean… we’re colleagues. And friends, I guess. Kind of.”

“Oh. Sorry. It seemed like you two were - anyway, I shouldn’t have assumed.” Sooah taps her roommate’s knee. “Little Chaeyoung here is having relationship troubles and I thought we could help -”

“Unnie, shh!” Chaeyoung whispers, looking terrified as she whips around in the direction of the bedrooms. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” says Miso. “As long as you can still hear that clicking sound, it means the record is playing and they’re still working.”

They all fall silent, collectively listening for the sound. After a few moments, Chaeyoung nods, looking relieved as the clicking is replaced once again by louder music.

“Okay,” she sighs heavily. “That’s a relief. And I’m not having relationship troubles,” she disagrees, glaring at Sooah. “I’m just… having trouble.”

“Yes, and we are here to help,” replies Sooah reassuringly, helping herself to another glass of wine. “But I’m not even sure you know fully what you’re having trouble with.”

“Yes, I do! I told you, I -” She pauses abruptly to turn again and make sure they’re alone. “I want to know where we are as a couple,” she says clearly, in a low voice. “I want to have the conversation without, you know, actually having the conversation.”

“But what’s the outcome you’re looking for? Do you want to attach a label to the relationship, do you want to know how serious he is about this - everything depends on that.”

“I just want to know how he feels!” Chaeyoung exclaims, clearly getting frustrated now. “But I want him to initiate it - like, I don’t want to direct the conversation at all. I mean - look, he’ll tell me if I ask him. But we’re just - we’re casual right now. I can’t be the one to ask. You know that,” she says with finality. “I just can’t.” 

There’s a pause for several seconds after which Sooah takes a deep breath and shrugs. “Okay, then. It has to be some sort of gesture. Hey, maybe you can get someone else to get him talking. I can ask Jimin if you’re willing to -”

“No!” Chaeyoung shudders. “Absolutely not. Jimin is very sweet but he’s… I mean, he’s not the most…”

“He’s got a huge mouth, I agree.” Sooah bites her lip. “Maybe we’re going about this the wrong way. I don’t know - do you think we’re missing something, unnie?”

Chaeyoung follows Sooah’s gaze and once again, Miso finds two sets of eyes looking at her earnestly, waiting for her advice. She frowns in mild internal panic; this entire line of conversation is so far away from anything she’s familiar with that she can’t imagine contributing anything meaningful to this debate. 

Still, there’s something about the way both girls have turned to her that makes her feel responsible for providing the right guidance, despite how out of her depth she is. 

“Well,” she says finally, taking a sip of wine (delicious, fruity, summery) before leaning back against the cabinet and bringing her knees to her chest. “Sometimes, when we have an artist or a group that isn’t committing to dates or being really closed off about their future plans, we tend to bring in another artist to the discussion, just to observe their reaction.” She gives them a small shrug. “It gives us a reasonable indication as to where they are.”

Sooah scoffs quietly. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.”

Chaeyoung shakes her head, eyes wide. “What?”

Sooah pats Miso’s knee casually. “You’re a genius. Chae - I mean, this is going to be kind of an unfeminist suggestion, but if you want to know how he feels, a great way is to make him jealous,” she suggests, sipping her wine conspiratorially. 

“Huh. That could work. How, though?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Fake a run-in with an ex, fangirl over a singer he’s worked with - the world is your oyster,” she answers breezily, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Trust me, it’ll totally work. Don’t go overboard to the point where he’ll sulk the rest of the night but a little jealousy - foolproof for a reaction.”

“Okay. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I finally have an answer to this,” says Chaeyoung, laughing weakly. “I swear, I was up half the night wondering how to talk about this, you know -”

“Without actually talking about it,” all three girls say it in unison. Miso doesn’t realise she’s laughing with them until Chaeyoung brings her glass to the middle of the circle and all them clink their drinks together. They hear the bedroom door open and the sound of footsteps and low chatter until Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi reach the kitchen.

“Alright, we’re done here,” says Hoseok, gently tapping Chaeyoung’s shoulder. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Yeah,” she says, standing up and placing her empty glass in the sink. Sooah stands up as well, handing her glass to Jimin who downs the remaining drink in one go. Miso stands as well, meeting Yoongi’s meaningful gaze. When he raises his eyebrows, she rolls her eyes and silently tells him to shut it.

They don’t talk about it until they’re back in the car and halfway through the rest of his errands. Miso can tell he wants to bring it up but he’s unsure, and she isn’t sure she’s fully processed it herself. About an hour and a half later, they stop at a roadside ramen place on a highway outside the city on their way back from Incheon. Out of habit, Miso parks some ways away from the stall and they walk the rest of the way.

“I got it,” says Yoongi, placing a couple of bills on the counter as she picks up two packs of DIY ramen. Miso says nothing, squinting mildly at him until he turns to her and they fill their bowls with hot water before walking back towards her car.

“It’s a nice day,” he remarks after a while, just as they reach. They take off their jackets and sit on two tree stumps facing each other before digging in with their disposable chopsticks. 

“It is,” she agrees through a mouthful of ramen. The light afternoon breeze feels nice on her arms and through her loose sleeveless top after the air conditioning of the car. She looks around, reasonably pleased with her choice of rest stop. They’re away from the bustle of the city, by a desolate road with trees and vegetation on either side. There’s no pollution, no traffic and no people.

“You’re a cheap date, Kang Miso.”

She chuckles. “Is that what this is?” 

“At the risk of being presumptuous, I’d say so.” 

Ignoring the dull thumping of her heart, she tosses her hair off her shoulders and looks up at him. “So, this is what a date with Min Yoongi looks like?” She reaches for her can of Diet Coke from where it’s placed on the dry grass, next to the packets of seasoning and bottles of water. “The tabloids need to know, in case it is.”

“This is not what a date with Min Yoongi looks like,” he clarifies. “But like I said, you’re a cheap date. Which is a hell of an irony,” he adds dryly.

“I can surprise you.”

“Yes, you can. I think the sight of you on Sooah and Chaeyoung’s kitchen floor definitely convinced me of that.” He makes a gesture with his hand when she groans, as if to indicate that he hasn’t forgotten. “You were smiling when I walked in. You might’ve been - dare I say it - having fun.”

“It was okay,” she says nonchalantly. “I mean, they were nice. But. You know.” She shrugs, keeping her eyes on the last of her ramen before scooping it up with her chopsticks. “Not really my type.”

“That’s probably true,” he agrees. “They’ve got that nice, wholesome thing going on, like Hoseok and Jimin. But it didn’t kill you,” he says after a moment.

Miso sighs, knowing she can’t skirt around it for much longer. “No, it didn’t. In fact… it was kind of nice.” She presses her lips together. “I dunno, can I say something kind of pathetic?”

“Go for it.”

She sucks in air through her teeth, her tongue hot from the spicy food. “It was kind of what I imagine it’s like to - to have friends. Like in the movies?” She registers his face changing momentarily and quickly continues. “But anyway. I think that was all the boy talk I could handle.”

“Oh, boy talk? Do tell.”

She chuckles. “Unfortunately, what happens in the little girly circle stays in the girly circle.”

Yoongi grins. “I don’t know why you’re surprised. You’re not that bad to hang out with.”

“Stop, I’m swooning.”

He gives her a look. “I’m serious.” He reaches for her empty bowl and starts packing up their trash. “I know you’ve been surrounded by some real douches in your life but that doesn’t mean you are one. You just need to put in a little effort.”

She squints and stands up. “Where to next? Did you say you need to be at Hybe by five?”

Yoongi observes her for a moment but thankfully lets it go. “Yeah. I think we have some time for a smoke, though?”

Miso nods, heading to the car and retrieving a pack from the glove compartment. She shuts the door behind her and tosses the pack to Yoongi, who takes out two cigarettes and lights them one by one. She follows him a few feet into the woods so they’re away from the road.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, taking one from him. “Nothing like fresh air, huh?”

Yoongi takes a long, deep drag in response and closes his eyes. “I get why we can’t smoke on tour but… man, I wish we could.”

“Doesn’t time apart make the heart grow fonder?” she asks. “Every puff of nicotine must be better than you imagined.”

Yoongi nods, flicking ash with his thumb. “I did imagine it quite a bit.” He meets her eyes. “It’s really hard to stay away, though.”

Miso clenches her jaw in an effort not to smile and doesn’t reply, smoking in silence. Yoongi finishes his cigarette first, savouring it until it’s nothing but a stub.

“Are you sure you won’t have paparazzi following you?” Miso asks.

“Here?” He takes a couple of steps towards her, slow and casual. “In the middle of nowhere? Definitely not.”

She nods, less successful in hiding the smile that flickers across her face this time. She juts her chin towards the stub between his fingers. “If you burn my clothes, I will kill you, Min Suga.”

“Duly noted.” Holding her gaze, he drops the stub and steps on it before closing the gap between them and kissing her. It’s hungry and longing, his hands cradling her face; Miso stumbles slightly before taking a few steps backwards until her back hits a tree.

She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and reaching up on the tips of her toes. His cologne smells delicious, almost as if it’s coursing through her veins and waking her up after months of sleep. 

“You know,” he murmurs, lips moving down her jaw, “if you burn my hair, Hybe will probably sue you.”

Snickering, she drops her own cigarette on the ground and puts it out with her shoe before pulling him back to her. She’d chosen this place for a reason; unlike any other place in the city, a random ramen stall and surrounding woods would be the one place where his celebrity and her situation wouldn’t matter. For once, they would be alone.

Yoongi’s hands slide up her waist, lifting up the corners of her top. She can feel his bulge hardening against her hip and pulls him closer by his belt loops. She snakes one hand down to palm him, enjoying the way he gasps against her lips. He hardens against her hand with every touch, until she swiftly undoes the button of his trousers and unzips it before slipping her hand into his boxers.

The moment she touches him, Yoongi pulls away and grabs her wrist. “Whoa. Are you serious?”

Miso raises her eyebrows and retrieves her hand, hooking her fingers on the elastic of his boxers. “Do you want me to stop?”

“It - it’s not that. It’s just…” He looks around. “Here?”

She holds his gaze. “I’ll stop if you want me to… but if the location is your only issue, then -” She shrugs deliberately. “- you may want to step out of your comfort zone, Min Suga.”

Yoongi bites his lip and against her hand, she can feel him strain against his boxers. “You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” he murmurs, capturing her lips in his once again.

Taking it as his consent, she slips her hand into his boxers again, finding him hard and erect. She strokes him as they kiss and runs her thumb against the head of his cock, her back against the tree and his long hair brushing her cheekbone.

“Fuck,” he gasps after a few minutes, pulling away and dropping his head on her shoulder. Miso squeezes his shoulder before kneeling on the wild grass and tugging his boxers down slightly, just enough so she can take him in her mouth. 

It’s quiet and intimate, in the privacy of the wilderness and mutual trust. Yoongi’s hand is gentle on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her short hair while the other is pressed against the tree for support. His gasps are soft, voice quiet as he swears under his breath until he breathes her name, and climaxes in her mouth.

“Fucking hell,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair once his trousers are back in place. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his eyes are hazy as he meets hers. “I… fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmurs, bending his head to kiss her again.

Miso kisses him back, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. “I figured if we want to go any further, this probably isn’t the best place for it.”

He chuckles, still looking a little winded. “You read my mind. Come over to the studio later?” He takes a step closer to her, eyes searching hers, almost like he’s pleading. “Don’t get me wrong, but… I don’t think we’re nearly finished here.”

That makes her laugh. “Duly noted,” she says, reaching for his crotch again. She watches as he raises his eyebrows in surprise but says nothing, holding his breath while her hand roams his hips until it stops over his pocket. She reaches in to retrieve the pack of cigarettes. “For the road,” she says nonchalantly.

They share a cigarette this time. Miso looks over at the horizon as they walk back to the car, trying not to think about how low in the sky the sun is already. It’s only late afternoon, but the day is coming to an end. Standing by the car, she lets Yoongi have the rest of the cigarette.

“What’s wrong?”

Miso shakes her head, not turning around. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? You have that look on your face.”

“That’s just my face.”

“Miso.” He waits until she turns around, leaning back against the side of the car. “Did I do something? Back there? Did I say -”

“No, Yoongi.” She exhales, swallowing. “I’m fine.”

“Okay. But don’t say that’s your face,” he tells her, gathering all their trash in a polythene bag and knotting the ties. “If you recall, I saw your face today. Your real face - the one you have when you’re having fun.”

Miso rolls her eyes, although unsure why. “Not this again. Yeah, it was nice while it lasted but I don’t really see myself hanging out with them again. Believe me, they don’t want that either.”

Yoongi scoffs. “That’s just not true. You have this image of yourself that’s all closed off and difficult to be around, but you’re not like that at all.”

“Really? You think I’m all sunshine and daisies like Chaeyoung and Sooah?”

“No, not quite,” he admits, sounding far calmer than she is, which annoys her more. “But you aren’t nearly as antisocial as you make yourself out to be. If anything -“ He stops abruptly, apparently deciding not to say anymore.

Miso raises her eyebrows. “Well, don’t stop now. You sound like you’re on a roll.”

He gives her a look, as though asking her not to be angry. “If anything, I think you use it as an excuse to not make an effort.”

She nods and puts her sunglasses back on. “Got it. I think we should go now.” She turns to open the driver’s door but Yoongi grabs her forearm.

“Hey, I don’t want to fight,” he says softly. “I don’t mean to make you mad or - or call you out or anything. But you’re capable of building friendships,” he says, and even through the dark glass, she can feel his eyes piercing hers. “Or at least getting along with people. If you could let go of this facade you keep up and just let yourself be the person that I see…” He squeezes her hand before letting it go. “I think you’d be surprised what a little bit of effort can do.”

For a moment, Miso isn’t sure whether to scoff or cry. Her shoulders fall, but her tone is less combative when she speaks again.

“You’re going to be late,” she mutters, touching his shoulder lightly and hoping he’ll take the hint and end this conversation here. Thankfully he nods and steps away before heading to the other side of the car. They duck in and buckle their seatbelts and they’re on their way without another word.

“Just to be clear, though,” he asks after a couple of minutes. “Should I be calling you noona?”

“Not unless you want me to stab you in your sleep.”

“Got it.”

—

There’s nothing quite like home. These words were said by her mother, in laughter and mirth, in one of Chaeyoung’s favourite home videos of her childhood. Now, grown up and living by herself in the capital, she finally gets it.

Everyone seems to, in fact. Her brother is at ease on their parents’ sofa, Hoseok seemingly even more so, and Hayoung, her brother’s girlfriend and their classmate from high school, seems like a natural part of their small group of four.

The family dinner is over and it’s just them in the living room, laughing and chatting about their lives and old stories. She and Hoseok are sitting on opposite sides of the room, careful to be as nonchalant as possible. She glances at him to find him already looking at her; the moment their eyes meet, his mouth starts to curve upwards and she looks away immediately. Part of her wants to tell him to cut it out, but the other part, the part that still secretly recalls the teenage Chaeyoung that lived in this house, lets it happen.

Sooah [20:10]

Girl! Did you do it yet?

Chaeyoung bites her lip, keeping her phone screen tilted away from Hayoung who’s sitting next to her. It was bad enough that when they’d reached, her father had immediately asked, in front of everyone, the embarrassing question of Did you thank Hoseok oppa for giving you a ride? It had taken every bit of her resolve to look Hoseok in the eye, while he tried with all his energy to keep a straight face, and respond with thank you, oppa in the most innocent way possible.

The way his face had gone red was enough for Chaeyoung, but she’d opted to drop him a text right after as well, asking if there was anything she could do to really thank him. It’s been ten minutes and you’re killing me, caterpillar, was what he’d replied with, giving her a satisfaction she hadn’t expected.

Now, he and Chanyeol are guffawing as they try to remember the words to some song their class’s football team had penned to insult a rival school’s, which Chaeyoung takes as an opportunity to respond to Sooah.

Chaeyoung [20:12] Not yet. I’m kinda rethinking it if I’m being honest. We’re not even technically in a relationship yet. Do we even need to have this conversation?

Sooah [20:13] That’s why you’re not having the conversation. You’re just trying to get a reaction out of him that’ll do the work for you.

Right. Chaeyoung locks her phone and places it next to her. The trick is to maneuver the conversation correctly, she decides. She tries to pay attention to what they’re talking about, wondering if she can find an in.

“- he was the guy who got dropped from the team because the goalie didn’t like him - no wait, you’re right, it wasn’t him.”

“Yeah, that guy was a senior. I remember because he was dating that girl in our coaching class - what was her name?” Chanyeol frowns, clicking his tongue. “The one who’s working at Google now.”

“Haneul,” says Haeyoung, and both guys chorus in agreement. “She was really pretty - and she had a brother, too, if I remember correctly.”

Chaeyoung sits up straighter. Jackpot. “Yeah, his name was Jihoon,” she adds casually. “He was a couple of years above me - I think he joined a band. We ran into him in Seoul, remember, oppa?” she asks Chanyeol.

“Oh, yeah,” he says slowly, before frowning. “Wait, wasn’t he the guy who had a thing for you when you were in college or something?”

“M-hm,” she answers, taking care to only observe Hoseok out of the corner of her eye. “He asked me out a couple of times but it didn’t really go anywhere.”

“Wait, I remember him,” pipes in Hayoung. “Yeah - didn’t his band perform at that festival in Busan last year? It was all over the school Instagram page.”

“Oh, I remember that!” Hoseok exclaims, nodding. “I went with Namjoon - they did that cover of Sweet Child of Mine. It sounded even better in person,” he tells them.

Chanyeol and Hayoung nod, vaguely impressed, while Chaeyoung frowns. “Yeah, well - I actually ran into him again, just a few weeks ago. Right after that big storm,” she adds pointedly, this time glancing at Hoseok for a few seconds as well. “His band is performing again and he asked if I’d like to go watch him.”

“Oh, you definitely should,” says Hoseok emphatically, to her surprise. “Especially if it’s a place with good acoustics because the instrumentals were fantastic.”

“Okay,” says Chaeyoung, after a pause. “We ended up chatting for a while actually. He said if I want, I can go backstage as well. Apparently the have an after party with loads of booze.”

Chanyeol clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Loads of booze with a bunch of older musician types? That sounds like the exact kind of situation I don’t want you in.”

Chaeyoung starts to scoff, but Hoseok speaks up instead. “Hey! I’m one of those musician types!”

“You’re an idol, dude. You’re not one of those musician types,” he clarifies. “I don’t see a ton of drugs or single girls being invited backstage to your concerts. No offense.”

“None taken - I think.” Hoseok chucks a piece of popcorn at Chanyeol. “But I won’t tolerate this slander.”

“Exactly - Chan, you have to let her live,” adds Haeyoung, both of them clearly enjoying ganging up on her brother, who groans. “This is the age to have fun experiences like that. Chase, just make sure enough people know where you are. I mean, this is where it comes in handy to have a family friend in the entertainment business,” she adds wisely, pointing exaggeratedly at Hoseok.

“Precisely. Thank you, Hayoung,” says Hoseok loudly. “Chae - I will need all your information before we send you to this party from Chanyeol’s nightmares.” Both he and Hayoung laugh at Chanyeol’s stony expression while Chaeyoung stays silent, wondering where the hell she’s going wrong and wanting to throttle Sooah.

“Just make sure you take pictures, too,” continues Hayoung, “although if he still has a crush on you, you could wear anything and it won’t matter.”

Hoseok laughs even harder, clapping his hands at Chanyeol’s horrified groan. “Adding onto Chanyeol’s worst nightmare! Maybe there will be cocaine, too - I mean, don’t do any, of course,” he adds quickly to Chaeyoung, as though advising her to wear a seatbelt. “But definitely take pictures.”

Chaeyoung grits her teeth. Don’t go overboard, Sooah had said confidently, but that’s seeming like a non-starter at this point. “I will,” she says, now no longer bothering to be subtle about checking for Hoseok’s reaction. “Although he did seem like he just wanted me to go. Turns out he just broke up with his girlfriend.”

Next to her, she can sense Hayoung frowning at her curiously, just enough to give Chaeyoung the validation that she’s saying the right thing to raise eyebrows - just not the right eyebrows.

Meanwhile, Chanyeol grimaces while Hoseok nods sympathetically. “Poor guy,” he remarks. “A concert could be good to make him feel better, though.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it will,” mutters Chaeyoung, standing up and trying not to storm out of the room too obviously. She doubts any of them will care that she’s gone. It’ll leave them to their reminiscence about high school until Chanyeol and Hayoung retreat to his room and Hoseok - well, it doesn’t really seem as though Hoseok cares about anything at all.

She reaches her old bedroom and slams the door shut behind her, refusing to cry over Jung Hoseok in this room ten years later. Her real beef, she decides, is with Sooah; sitting briskly at the foot of her bed, she swipes up her phone screen with force to bring up their chat, when there’s a knock on the door. She ignores it, but it repeats again.

“Go away,” she calls. “I’m naked.”

“Uh…” The voice deliberately lowers. “Is that supposed to keep me away?”

Rolling her eyes, Chaeyoung stomps over to her door and unlocks it, turning away before it can even fully open. From outside, she can hear Chanyeol and Hayoung saying goodnight.

“Yeah, I’ll just get my charger - probably in Chae’s bag!” Hoseok says loudly. “See you guys in the morning!” There are a few more words exchanged before she hears the bedroom door close and assumes the coast is finally clear.

“Hey,” he says, and his voice is completely different, gentle and tender - and uncertain. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope.”

“I don’t believe that for a second, Chae. Come on, you can tell me,” he presses, reaching for her arm which she dodges. “Wait - are you mad at me?”

“Oh, no,” she says, finally turning around and shrugging. “Nothing to be mad at. Obviously you’re okay with me going to a random party with musician types and doing a ton of drugs - why would I be mad?”

“Okay, I specifically said not to do any drugs,” he clarifies. “But… wait, is that why you’re mad? Aren’t you the one who hates it when me or Chan try to tell you what to do?”

This is unfortunately true, but she doesn’t opt to respond to this. “So - just so I’m clear,” she says instead, crossing her arms across her chest, “you’re totally okay with me going to this party?”

“I mean… yeah, I guess. Just don’t drink too much and keep your phone on,” he says, almost as though he’s guessing the correct answer. “And don’t do any -”

“Oh, God, enough about the drugs!” she interrupts, rolling her eyes and scoffing when he immediately shushes at her to lower her voice. “Do you really not care that a guy who’s older than me - a single guy - who’s in a band and had a crush on me is inviting me backstage to a party? Seriously?” 

“Of course I care! I want you to be safe - that’s why I said that thing about keeping your phone on and - and not drinking!”

“That’s all you care about?” she cries incredulously. “What - what is it? Is it something about being back here that makes you just - just not care at all about anything other than annoying my brother? You aren’t the slightest bit jealous that a single hot guy who might very well be hitting on me is inviting me to a party without you?”

Hoseok’s forehead clears slightly, but he still looks confused. “You - you’re mad because I’m not jealous?” When she simply shakes her head and turns away in answer, his tone softens. “But… why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know, Hobi,” she mutters, throwing her phone on the bed and feeling completely ridiculous about this entire plan. “I guess I thought that since you allegedly have feelings for me, maybe it would bother you that someone else does, too.”

“But why?” He sounds genuinely bewildered. “I mean, I trust you. What do I care if he has a thing for you? I know nothing will happen - you’re not that kind of person. I trust you,” he repeats, like he’s saying something really obvious.

“I -” Chaeyoung opens her mouth but nothing seems to come out. Hoseok still looks concerned, but his response is so out of syllabus that she doesn’t quite know how to respond.

“Chae, come on. I know you’d never do anything with another guy - you’re honest. And kind.” He takes a hesitant step closer to her. “I don’t think there’s anyone in the world I trust more than you. I mean, I guess I might be jealous if you liked him, too,” he says after a moment. “Do you?”

“No,” she says immediately. “Of course not. I just…” There’s a trickle of embarrassment that’s there, somewhere, but somehow it doesn’t seem very important right now. She purses her lips before sighing and letting her shoulders fall. “I get it.”

“Okay,” he says softly. “You still seem mad, though.”

“Yeah, I am mad,” she answers, although with far less feeling than before, “because… Sooah gave me some advice and you… you just went completely off script.” She sighs and walks up to him. “Come here,” she mutters, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. He hugs her back immediately, arms automatically tightening around her waist.

“So I did say something wrong,” he guesses, sounding less anxious than before.

“No, unfortunately, you said all the right things,” she confirms, feeling stupid and silly in retrospect. He kisses the side of her head in response and she closes her eyes. “Thank you, oppa.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmurs against her hair, slowly stroking her back now. “Just… just don’t do any drugs, okay?”

“Just one hit of coke.”

“Don’t think for a second I won’t rat you out to your brother, caterpillar,” he warns, pulling away but not stepping back. “If you aren’t careful, you’ll find me at that party, too, watching your every move.”

Chaeyoung snickers. “Deal.”

—

It’s a breezy night, cool and quiet. Miso steps out of the Hybe building, ready for her last smoke before she needs to head home. It sours her mood slightly; her high from the hour she spent with Yoongi in his studio also seems to be waning.

She lights a cigarette, hitching her bag higher on her shoulder. Yoongi said he’d meet her in a few, right after he’d innocently asked her if she’d be willing to give him a ride back home. She turns around and leans backwards against a low square-shaped area, just under a huge plant. She takes a deep drag and exhales, closing her eyes, opening them in a snap when she hears someone cough.

Turning towards her right, Miso sees a woman on the adjacent side of the square, leaning back in the same position. She turns at the same time and waves a hand.

“Sorry,” she says in English. “I mean…” It’s clear she’s struggling for the word for a few seconds. “Um -”

“No worries,” replies Miso, registering her surprise at getting a response in English. “I shouldn’t be smoking out here in public anyway.”

“Oh, that’s… fine.”

She’s beautiful - it’s the first thing Miso notices, her hair long and soft down her back, her eyes dark and expressive. She also looks familiar; Miso tries not to frown too obviously, for she’s definitely a foreigner, but she’s blanking on where she might have seen her before.

“Do you work here?” she asks, putting her cigarette out in a nearby trash can.

“Oh, no,” the girl says, shaking her head. American accent. “I’m just waiting for someone. A friend.”

Miso nods, not prying. “Sorry about the cigarette. I didn’t think there’d be anyone here this late.”

“That’s okay. It’s kind of ironic, actually,” she adds, “because I bet my - friend - this morning that he couldn’t go a whole day without smoking.”

“Yeah? What happens if he loses?”

“Uh, I don’t know because I think he might be winning.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

The girl winces. “I don’t have a clue if he actually smoked today, but he bet me in return that I couldn’t go the whole day without checking up on work, and…”

Miso raises her eyebrows. “Really? You couldn’t go a day without working? You must really love your job.”

“Sure, although some people call it workaholism.”

Miso chuckles at her wry tone. “Nothing wrong with a little self-awareness.”

“I have resisted so far, though,” she points out. “But I’m at the end of my tether and if he keeps me waiting too long, I may have no choice but to check my email.” She sighs dramatically and smiles, glancing sideways towards the entrance of the building and fluffing out her hair.

Miso follows her gaze to a small group of three people talking, particularly the tallest one, and something clicks. “Namjoon?” she asks, noting how the girl does a double take. “Is that the friend you’re waiting for?”

She smiles sheepishly. “In a manner of speaking.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not press or anything,” she confirms. “And I realise now where I’ve seen you before. We met at Taehyung’s birthday party, like a year ago. You were with Namjoon and I was with… well, never mind.”

The girl’s eyes light up in recognition. “Oh, yeah. Of course. I’m sorry - I’d had a lot to drink that night and I don’t really remember a lot of it… I’m Kaya,” she finishes, giving her a radiant smile.

“Miso.” They shake hands and Miso moves to stand opposite her by the wall. “It’s nice to finally meet the muse that’s probably inspired his last album,” she adds.

“Really?” Kaya frowns and glances back at him, looking confused but not altogether displeased. “Does he write a lot of songs about doctoral students struggling with insomnia?”

“Yeah, but he really romanticises the workaholism. He’s got a way with words.”

Kaya laughs. “It could be worse, I guess. Especially if I lose this damn bet.”

Miso frowns curiously. “Not to be dismissive of your work or anything, but… is it really that hard to switch off from it? Or do you not want to?”

“I don’t know.” Kaya shrugs. “I wish I could. But I’ve spent so much of my life planning and working towards this that missing out on something important just because I want to take a break… it just feels like I might regret it. It’s too important now. It’s what’s kept me going all this time.”

Miso nods, silent. It doesn’t sound like anything she’s ever felt before. She thinks about her job, the one she has now, the one she had to beg her father to keep. But even in her most stolen moments, she struggles to find the purpose present in Kaya’s voice.

“Wow,” she says finally. “How do you find that, do you think? Something that keeps you going?”

Kaya thinks about it for a few seconds. “I can’t remember, honestly. I guess… when you think about what you want your life to look like in five years, or ten. When you think about the future and find something that sticks.”

Wake up, rinse, repeat. There’s Hybe and her parents’ house, Seungkwan’s car being the intermediary. “I can’t remember the last time I thought about the future.” It’s too fucking depressing. She glances up at Kaya, who’s still looking at her, almost encouragingly. “I guess… when I went to college. In Australia.”

Kaya raises her eyebrows, a smile flitting across her face. “I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Yeah. It’s lovely. Four years of school, and then I worked at this pub in Sydney, not far from the beach. I was doing branding for them, initially, and then I started meeting some of the local artists they’d bring in to do live music,” she adds, before trailing away. “And then I met a record producer there who asked me to work for his company. A small one, in New South Wales.” She pauses. “Yeah, I guess that was the last time I ever thought about the future. Australia,” she repeats, the name sounding like an old friend on her lips.

“Sounds to me like something to keep you going,” agrees Kaya softly.

Miso nods slowly. The day is still coming to an end and tomorrow still looks bleak as ever. But a happy memory - or a series of them - has surfaced after a long time and for that she is grateful. 

Someone calls out her name just then and she jumps slightly, turning around to see Yoongi leaving the building from a side exit. He waves at her - and Kaya, she realises - as he walks towards them, then stops abruptly, picking up his phone. Visibly groaning at the caller ID, he holds up a finger and answers the call.

“Yoongi?” Kaya asks as Miso turns back. “A friend, I suppose?”

No, just a colleague. But the smirk playing on Kaya’s lips is too knowing and Miso tries to fight her own fleeting smile. “In a manner of speaking.”

They share a laugh as Namjoon approaches them, looking somewhat surprised to see Miso. “Miso, how are you?” he says formally. “This is -

“We’ve met,” says Kaya, in English.

“Yeah, we kept each other company while we waited,” adds Miso, before switching briefly to Korean. “You’ve made a good catch.”

A surprised sort of smile appears on his face, but he nods humbly. “I agree,” he mutters knowingly. “Are you waiting for Yoongi hyung?”

“Yeah, he’ll just be a minute.” She notices him moving to stand next to Kaya, the way their bodies tilt unconsciously towards each other. “It was really nice to meet you, though,” she says to Kaya.

“You, too,” she replies immediately, smiling that same charming smile and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she turns to Namjoon. “Ready to go?”

Namjoon nods and they all bid farewell to each other, including silent waves to Yoongi across the entrance of the building. As they move to leave, something occurs to Miso. She turns to look at Yoongi, who gives her quick smile when he meets her eyes, still on the phone.

Turning back, she calls out Kaya’s name, who stops a few seconds before Namjoon does, about five feet behind. Miso walks up to her, heart racing slightly in anticipation. 

“Everything okay?” Kaya asks, when she’s close enough.

“Yeah. I wanted to ask…” 

Miso bites her lip, thinking of cigarettes, fully clothed showers and beaches in Australia.

“...do you want to exchange phone numbers? Just to keep in touch?”

—

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[icarustypicalfall]

Hi! I have a silly request but since we are both Rudy lovers (i am also radiant cod) can you please write a short little react on „I want uns to move in together“ especially Alejandro, Rudy, soap and ghost. Oc is female and ask that question 😭🥰

Hello fellow Rudy lover :3

Of course!! this is such a cute thing request awwh :')

DRABBLES!!

Cod Men's Response to reader asking them to move in together!!

Including: rudy, alejandro, ghost, soap Warnings: sfw, pure fluff, fem!reader Note: I can do a p2 with the rest of the characters if y'all are interested :D

«Moon, tell me if I could

Send up my heart to you?»

Rodolfo Rudy Parra

From the moment you met Rudy, you knew he was the right man. Not only because of his sweet demeanor, but also because of his charming personality and kind nature that made you fall hard for him. You and Rudy have been dating for almost a year and a half, and he has always treated you like a precious and delicate creature. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.

While you lived in the southern side of Las Almas with your family, Rudy resided in the bustling center of town. Getting to meet him was always a significant journey, especially with the increasing cartel crimes that made it unsafe to roam the city. However, the allure of spending nights in your lover's apartment was irresistible.

You were ready to take the next step in your relationship and couldn't wait to tell him. One late night, after spending the day together at his flat, making pizzas and dancing, you cuddled on the couch, sipping the Champurrado he had made. Rudy chuckled and gently wiped the chocolate mustache stain from your face before speaking lovingly.

"I haven't had this much fun in a while, mi amor," he murmured, brushing the strands of hair away from your face. "You seem distracted, amor. What's wrong?"

You sighed, placing your mug down, knowing it was the perfect moment to ask him. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you gathered your courage.

"Promise me you won't get mad?" you said, looking into his eyes.

"You didn't like my abuelita's recipe?" he replied, giving you a disappointed look, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

"No, it's... I just miss you, Rudy. I feel like we're wasting time living apart. I wish we could... you know... live together. And it's..."

"You want to move in with me?" he interrupted, cupping your face and looking both serious and surprised.

You slowly nodded, furrowing your eyebrows, wondering if it was indeed a good idea. But Rudy's expression turned into a wide grin, as if to make sure you weren't joking. He pulled you into a warm embrace and showered kisses all over your face. Then, with a surge of excitement, he babbled in quick Spanish giving you a whole monologue, though you couldn't quite make out the words.

You assumed he was just thrilled, as he jumped up and rushed to grab his phone, yelling, "TE QUIERO TANTO MI AMOR!" before locking himself in the bathroom to happily inform Alejandro.

translation (i love you so much my love!)

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

After the betrayal of Phillip Graves and witnessing your lover wounded but still fighting with all his might, you were certain of two things. Alejandro Vargas was a loyal man through and through, and he was the man you wanted to be by your side until the end.

It was quite amusing how you had never considered moving in with him sooner, given that you both worked on the same frontlines, fighting against the same enemies, and spent countless nights together guarding your beloved country. The time had come to embark on a new chapter together, though you were unsure if he would agree. However, the thought of losing him that day shattered any trace of doubt or fear, leaving you with an overwhelming desire to hold him in your arms.

After a delightful dinner, you joined Alejandro on the rooftop of the base, a cherished ritual the two of you shared. Sitting in his arms, gazing at the stars, was the highlight of your day, especially since Alejandro was always busy with his duties. He motioned for you to come closer, opening his arms to welcome you as you rested your head on his thigh, relishing in the sensation of his fingers running through your hair. You inhaled his musky scent, your eyes fixed on the dark expanse above. Alejandro's smile brightened as he planted a tender kiss on your forehead, then whispered softly.

"My love, is everything alright? I haven't seen you this pensive in quite some time," he chuckled as you rolled your eyes, prompting you to share what was on your mind.

You sighed, sitting up and locking eyes with him. "I just...miss you," you confessed.

Furrowing his brow, Alejandro nodded, encouraging you to continue. "Miss me?" he queried.

"It's just...I wish we could spend more time together. I thought a part of me died when they took you away. I thought I would never see you again. That day made me realize how much I love you, Alejandro."

His gaze softened as he uttered a heartfelt, "I love you too," nodding for you to proceed.

"Would you like to move in together?" you blurted out, looking in his eyes with a hopeful yet anxious gaze.

The grin on his face widened, and he looked away briefly, his cheeks flushing with excitement. He bit his lip, unable to contain his joy.

"I was actually about to ask you the same thing, mi cielo..."

SIMON GHOST RILEY

You and Ghost were like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together, despite both being reserved and chilly individuals. Behind closed doors, you shared a love that no one expected to blossom. You connected on a deeper level, communicating your feelings without the need for words. It was as if you could understand each other's thoughts. Just like Simon, he wasn't fond of people, and neither were you.

Silence was your sanctuary, and you relished in the tranquil moments, indulging in activities during the early dawn or late night when the world was at its calmest. Spending the night at Simon's small flat in the city, the most peaceful corner of the bustling nation, felt like being in a place where you truly belonged.

He allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, gradually revealing more of his true self, shedding his mask on certain days, and even letting you take care of his hair and face.

Those special days spent together created cherished memories. Deep down, you yearned for more, wishing he could be the last person you saw before bed and the first person you woke up to. You hoped he felt the same way. Simon believed that actions spoke louder than words, and he made sure to keep you happy, occasionally letting slip a heartfelt "luv you."

Once again, you rose early to a cold day, with the usual morning fog lingering until the sun's rays pierced through.

It had become a habit to take Simon's dog for a walk before breakfast, as the nearby coffee shops opened up. Side by side, you walked in silence, inhaling the stillness and watching the droplets of water on the road. Simon placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, drawing you close for warmth as he calmly asked, "You alright?"

You sighed and nodded, your hands fumbling to warm them up. He clasped your palm, tucking it into his pocket, grumbling, "You should have told me straight away. There's no point in venting to Gaz." You looked at him in shock, feeling your cheeks flush. He had overheard your conversation with Gaz about how much you wanted to move in with Simon.

Ignoring your embarrassed state, Simon muttered, "Next time, tell me. I never said you weren't welcome there. Didn't know you had a parrot's brain.. that place is your home too." You gulped, staring at him in astonishment. "You, you don't mind?" His response was simple, he looked away and you swear you saw his eyes twinkle for a moment, "Never said I did."

JOHHNY SOAP MACTAVISH

The holidays were approaching, and you knew that you wouldn't see Johnny for at least two weeks. It broke your heart to be so close yet still apart. The Scottish man resided in a different city, causing the pain of distance to gnaw at you. No matter how many nights you spent together, one of you always had to leave in the morning, leaving the other to bathe in the sorrow of separation.

You longed to gather the courage to ask Johnny to move in together, but fear held you back. He was a composed man who loved you more than his beloved mohawk.

As everyone packed their belongings for the holidays, preparing to return to their flats, family homes, or partners, you entered Johnny's room and set your sports bag aside before sitting on his bed. A small laugh escaped your lips as Johnny scowled, procrastinating on packing until the last minute and now struggling to fit numerous shirts into his bag. You folded a shirt, assisting him in the task before smiling.

"So, Johnny, what are you going to do when you go back?" you asked. He grinned, carelessly tossing the clothes into the bag despite your protests. "Well, bonnie, I'm going to visit my family, and then I'll come to your place andbkidbap you and make you spend the rest of the holiday with me." You laughed and shook your head. "Can I tell you something, Johnny?" He furrowed his eyebrows, mumbling as he focused on his packing. "You'll come to my house. My mom has been dying to meet you. No excuses."

You chuckled and replied, "Well, I mean... I'd love to meet her, of course. But what I was actually talking about... do you think it's time for us to take the next step?"

The look on his face was priceless, and you had to playfully slap his arm to prevent him from blurting out something scandalous. "Not that way, you idiot. I meant... I think we should move in together. It feels like the perfect timing."

His grin widened, and he swept you off your feet, twirling you in the air. "I can't believe you said that, bonnie.. We..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as he slipped on one of the shirts scattered on the floor, causing you to fall on your rear while he ended up trapped in his bag.

"Bonnie, help me!" he exclaimed. You chuckled and teasingly remarked, "I"I think I might just reconsider this step..."

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MASTERPOST

kindly like and rebelog, it motivates us to continue :)

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

🌻🌟🌻thankyou🌟🌻🌟

A request for @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono of their two OCs!

[fixateandcreate]

Happy birthday, Astra! 🎉 I had so much fun drawing this! I said that I would fly where she lives and give her the best birthday ever, but alas... I do not have a visa... But I hope this does spark some joy.🥰 And, as you might have noticed, I am in a different outfit! I wanted myself to look more... uhm...proper and less homeless. It also matches with our precious birthday girl's aesthetic!

Oh goodie, would you look at that! KC! Two posts in a day? Well... I didn't know what to do since @astruh0 (on instagram) also uses her persona as her oc so, you know the drill. I gotta draw her with Lorelei. But I also wanted to draw us chilling. And, you know me, the one and only indecicive dummy! I couldn't choose! So... I did two drawings! They would be best friends. Definately. Astra is Lorelei's favorite fashion designer. Also let me give context. Here Astra is fitting Lorelei for her costume! There will be a spectacular show at Corona! The troupe's repertoire is The Magic Flute! And Lorelei's role is The Queen of the Night! And our beloved Astra is our costume designer! 🥰 It's just a silly little scenario I had in my head.

[emma-smth]

Haven’t posted in a while, here’s my new Batman OC! She’s also the MC of a Damian x reader fic I’m writing over on ao3 x)

Her name’s Charlotte, she’s Alfred’s apprentice she’s very elegant and polite, even with her tomboy outfit 🥰 Damian calls her Penny cause she’s like a "mini Pennyworth"

The two of them team up to work behind Batman’s back, they’re so precious 🥰🙏

[lazywriter-artist]

Random oc dump today yayaya!!!!

Sometimes a good inquisitor just needs a cherub or two! Just my excuse to draw and make hcs for cherubs Ngl- they’re so cute I love them-

Silly billy here is inquisitor Maxxium!!! Inquisitions most chipper little man- mostly-

Malak & Uriel, him cherub babies!!! Precious little babies— cherubs are weird fucked up little human shaped cat bird things to me 🥰

Malak is more of the attention seeker- Uriel is a quiet little fella (even if one doesn’t think so he can be a biter- so watch out-)

they do mimic human noises tho— so uh watch out when ya hear a baby crying in an ecclesiarchy building especially- they like to cause mischief- or it’s a really upset cherub and they’re hard to calm-

He and his boys are not amused—

They’re very clingy to max— he can’t go too far lest they cry for him. Of course, cherubs are known to neurologically link to those they are gifted to and getting too far strains such a link so this adds to their strain and distress. No problem for pahyne however! His babies already go everywhere with him 🥰 now he has a reason to give the fools who think his little angels can’t come with him!

[avirael]

Khian made me the most wonderful gift for my birthday (which was yesterday)!

Aveen (her OC) and A’viloh (my OC), the two most precious miqos in existence and both absolute comfort-characters for me 🥰

I am so grateful for all the wonderful friends I made through this game and how it gave me back my joy at creating stuff, may it be characters, stories, screenshots or art 🥹

[kaeru483]

current wip & tag list

With this post, I wanted to introduce my current WIP and offer a little more insight as to what I'm creating over here and all my OCs and such. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! I'll be sure to keep you updated 🥰

(note: synopsis and tags will be under the break)

CW: this work will contain graphic depictions of violence, death, and murder. please let me know at any time if you believe there should be additional warnings on the overall synopsis or any individual post!

General Themes: magic, friendship, family drama, gardening/plants, queer relationships, coming-of-age-ish, political unrest, and more!

Synopsis:

In Gaeloria, there have always been those who can use magic, or Mystics. Magic is fickle here, and doesn't always come to the Mystic when they anticipate it. Alaric Blackthorne, a high-ranking general in King Eamon's army, has always harbored a deep hatred for Mystics and leads a coup against the King. Once Eamon is dead, Alaric declares himself the Iron King of Gaeloria and begins an inquisition to eliminate all Mystics and remove magic from the land. During this crusade, Mystics are publicly executed and citizens are encouraged to report any unknown Mystics to the Iron King and his Sentinels. Among those killed is his own wife, Rosalind. Thalia, the youngest of the three Blackthorne children, comes to despise her father and his hatred of Mystics. She plans her escape from the castle, but it comes sooner than anticipated when she is overcome with the sound every atom in the universe colliding inside of her skull, and an eerie golden glow beginning from her mother's ring, her most precious keepsake, crawls across her body. When she awakes, she is in an unknown cottage with two men who have brought her to their home, hidden deep in the woods and protected by now-illegal magic. They tell her that what she's experienced is magic imbuing her body, something that has happened to every Mystic since the dawn of time. Terrified of her father's retribution, they offer to keep her safe and help her learn what it is to use magic. Thankful for any opportunity to escape her father, she stays with them until she can move on to a nearby village where Mystics have lived in hiding from King Alaric since his inquisition. While hiding away, Thalia receives word that her best friend Needa hasn't returned after setting off to find her. Thalia, along with her new allies, travel together to the nearby town of Ashspire to request the aid of the Mystic leadership. She discovers that the Mystic leaders are more than just a group of outcasts-- they are an all-out rebellion, planning a coup against her father. Thalia must now rescue her best friend, as well as protect her hometown from both the rebellion her father led and the one his terror has created.

Thank you so much if you've read this far! Please let me know if you'd like to be added/removed to the tag list!

Until then, thank you to @thecomfywriter and @sunshineshadowcast for showing me some early support! And shout out to @the-golden-comet @wyked-ao3 @gioiaalbanoart @differentnighttale for being such supportive moots and also super cool and awesome and nice :)

[shrinkthisviolet]

🎭😍🔨😎🥇 for the OC of your choosing please?

🎭: Can you envision your OC in an alternate universe? What au would you choose and what role would they be in that world?

YES absolutely! This tag shows some examples: the Apocalypse (what if Zoom won and Morgan went into hiding) and Supernatural AUs (what if Morgan was a mermaid, what if she died due to the particle accelerator and became a ghost) in particular are my favorites

(it also shows a fantasy/supernatural AU featuring Seer!Reyna that I am so super compelled by. I have been since I made that moodboard/wrote that blurb)

😍: What made you truly fall in love with your OC and made you want to continue their story?

Oooh well writing it was first inspired by me being compelled by her dynamics with Harry and Jesse. Then I realized the former was more interesting if we saw Morgan's dynamic with Eowells, to contrast that, so I started writing the s1 arc and became compelled by Morgan & Thawne's complex relationship, Morgan & Tina's strong relationship, and Barry & Morgan (for reasons I have described ad nauseam 😅).

And ofc, I've fallen more in love with Morgan and James too, as time has gone on, and I adore Morgan & Iris's friendship (expanded further in the last answer).

So really, it's that she has so many interesting relationships, and that she's so very fun to write 💞 especially her development as a hero, which will continue to unfold throughout s1 and s2 (and beyond ofc, but majorly in these first two seasons)

🔨: Are there any whump tropes that you'd love to see your OC's reactions to even though you couldn't or wouldn't put it into your actual story for whatever reason?

I'll answer this one for Lucy (I answered for Morgan here): I'd love to write her being kidnapped by Inquisitors at some point, and either rescued by the gang or saving herself (or a mix of both). It could probably fit between main fics, so we'll see, but currently it's not part of my plans. Lucy deserves to be whumped a little 💞 can't let Morgan have all the fun (granted, Lucy will be whumped anyway, but Morgan's still leading majorly per my current plans for her 😅 I wish I could even it out a little more so Lucy doesn't feel too left out)

😎: Pick one thing about your OC and describe it in detail. (their smile, their eyes, the way they walk, their voice, etc.)

Morgan looks quite a bit like her mom! She has her dad's eyes, but her smile is all her mom's 🥰 it's bittersweet for Tina, who misses her best friends more every day whenever she looks at her precious goddaughter. It helps that she's not the spitting image of either of them, rather a good mix of both, but even so…Tina sees them in her goddaughter's appearance, and even in some of her tendencies.

Though…in regards to behavior that she gets from her mother, that's happenstance (duh, she never knew her mom to inherit behavior from her, she was only a year old when Tess Morgan died). Behavior she gets from her father is…well, it's thanks to Eowells, and that hurts if Tina and/or Morgan think about it for too long

🥇: Pick one aspect of your story that you are particularly fond of. Anything at all

Morgan & Iris! They were originally just gonna be coworkers, and their friendship would develop in 2B onward, but…something about Iris man - you put any character with her and you want them to be friends (at least in my experience). She and Morgan were so sweet and adorable so I wanted to flesh them out more, and I adore them 🥰 it was also the impetus for me bringing Iris into the loop sooner, which is also a plus! And starting them off as close friends will make the transition to sisters-in-law easier

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[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 39: A Delightful Morning 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. The couple has faced danger, concluded their first fight, gotten to know each other much more deeply, and had plenty of romantic and memorable moments. It is just about time for them to take on the last part of their journey. This chapter features the morning before they move forward into what may be another treacherous foray - exploring the mysterious Blackfold Castle.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. This chapter features brief references to spanking and suicide, as well as discussion about how to proceed into dangerous terrain and sex in the missionary position.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 39: A Delightful Morning

Kate wakes up to find herself curled up to Sebastian’s back, holding him close. He is still sleeping soundly, and she gazes upon him lovingly with a warm smile. She can tell that it’s still early and the sun has not quite risen yet. She makes up her mind to not wake him; carefully, she untethers herself from his warmth and gingerly moves off of the bed, which only creaks slightly. Sebastian stirs a little but remains in the world of dreams.

While she relishes any opportunity to cuddle with her boyfriend, she’s been waiting for an opportunity to do some drawing. Lighting just a few candles, she summons a robe along with her drawing pencil and sketchbook. Then, she descends down the ladder into her extendable bag to retrieve some of the flowers and leafy stems she had picked earlier in their journey. Slightly waving her wand in a circular motion and whispering a charm, they twist in the air slowly until they have transformed into two gorgeous and full flower crowns. She tiptoes back to the bed and gently places one of them on Sebastian’s head and then the other on her own

When Kate perches at the edge of the bed, a sharp stinging sensation radiates all over her bottom. In a sharp contrast to his dominance last night, now Sebastian looks so peaceful and innocent, almost boyish in sleep. Her pencil begins to scratch against the paper as she memorializes this image. Eventually, it expands into a picture of the two of them, sleeping and spooning in a colorful meadow in the middle of a forest with flower crowns atop their heads. Her tongue peeks out between her lips as she begins to color the picture. She uses her wand to frequently change the color of her drawing pencil, adding as much shading and life as possible. 

Smiling at the finished product, Kate creates a duplicate on the next page. Quietly, she tears the duplicate page out of her sketchbook, leaving it on the bed right next to Sebastian so that it will be the first thing he discovers upon awakening.

Stretching, she decides to begin working on breakfast since, after all, she is awake and feeling energetic. That’s when she realizes they never cleaned up after the previous night, and the table is an absolute mess. It all comes crashing back, and Kate’s hand finds her forehead in frustration. There’s a lot of cleaning to do before she can get the morning meal ready. With a slight headache from her hangover slowly building, she groans in frustration, wishing it could all just be vanished, but alas, it is not an option - not unless she wants to spend her precious savings to purchase all new dishware upon their return to Hogsmeade. After spending a few moments of fruitless pouting, she comes to terms with the fact that no one is going to do the work for her, and thus, she gets to work with a grimace.

A half hour later, Kate finally places new dishes on the table - scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam, honey baked ham, and omelettes with cheddar cheese and spinach. She pours out cold water, adding a lemon slice in each glass to provide some flavor. Since her love is still asleep, she decides to do some reading at the table. Soon, she is engrossed in Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, her imagination conjuring an image of Mr. Rochester begging Jane to not leave him to see her dying aunt. When Sebastian appears, she jumps.

Wearing just a pair of simple linen trousers and the flower crown, he softly says, “Good morning, sunshine.” He seems amused by her reaction after being so deeply engaged in her novel.

Kate grins brightly upon seeing that he hasn’t removed the flower crown. “Did you like my surprise?”

Sebastian chuckles. “Loved it. I’ll treasure that drawing forever.” He gives her a goofy smile. “Though I must say, I never thought I’d find myself wearing a flower crown.”

She rises from her seat, wrapping her arms around him and caressing the expanse of his back, running her fingers over his marred skin. “Well, the moon prince needed his crown,” she whispers playfully, kissing his chiseled chest, then gestures to the spread on the table. “And I’m certain he will also need breakfast after such a strenuous night.” She winks.

“We’ll need strength for the flight and whatever awaits us at Blackfold Castle,” Sebastian notes, quickly taking a seat and digging into an omelette.

Kate generously spreads cream onto a scone. “I wonder what it will look like.”

“Are you excited?” 

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing it. I’ve never done anything like this,” she tells him as she adds jam on top of the clotted cream. “So… since you’ve told me how mysterious the castle is, I’m curious - how did you learn of it in the first place?”

“The Kelpies,” he answers with his mouth full, then quickly swallows. “A man I was partnered with for a mission told me about it. When he attempted to explore, he could not figure out how to get past the protective wards surrounding the castle. I was inspired and wanted to learn more. That led to a great deal of research.” He sips his lemon water. “There’s a fascinating history behind the castle, but no one seems to know the full story, and no one has ever been able to access the interior.”

Kate’s eyes narrow. “Then… how are we going to get inside?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Sebastian admits. “It will be trial and error. But clearly, if it’s so well protected, there must be something worthwhile inside. It’s worth trying.”

She takes a bite of her scone. “What did you learn in your research?”

“Basic information about the late history of the castle. It’s quite tragic, really,” he begins. Determining that she is completely engaged, he decides to tell her everything he knows. “Prior to the mid 1300s, Blackfold was a thriving, bustling castle. It was originally built so high up in the mountains to keep Muggles away. Muggles could never access it. There were, in the past, wizarding villages down below, but they are long gone, and truly, nothing remains of them. It seems that when Blackfold Castle became abandoned, the village inhabitants slowly left as well, seeking protection from other Scottish wizarding royals.” 

“Abandoned?”

“Not… quite. The final monarch was someone named Queen Eilionoir. Supposedly, she was forced into a marriage with the prince, who soon became king, and the two were deeply unhappy. Amidst a war between clans, the king made the unfortunate decision to not lead or even join his people in battle. He was afraid to engage in combat without an heir. Eventually, he was assassinated. Eilionoir refused to remarry and soon dismissed all of the castle staff. She was found dead weeks later, and the leading theory is that she used poison to kill herself. The locals considered the castle cursed, as no one could enter due to whatever magic the queen placed over Blackfold. That is all I know.”

Kate’s brow is furrowed. “That’s a terrible history! Why would she harm herself? Why would she seal off the castle? I wonder what would drive someone to do such a thing.”

“No one knows, or at least, no one confessed to knowing anything. Simple as that. She didn’t leave a note. Villagers just… found her body one day, and that was it,” he replies. “There are strong, very strong magical wards at the entrance to the castle. It seems that Queen Eilionoir didn’t want anyone to enter her world of misery.”

“Do these… protective wards… injure people? Or are they simply repellants? I’ve never heard of wards lasting for centuries. Could it be the work of dark magic?”

“Well, the man who told me about the castle was spooked,” Sebastian explains. “He made several attempts to enter Blackfold. Originally, the wards threw him back over and over. When he figured out what triggered that, he pushed past with great difficulty, but then his arm was slashed, and he felt as though he had been punched directly in the heart.” He takes a scone. “He quit after that. He was too afraid after the injury to go further.”

Kate’s heart rate speeds up, already feeling anxious about what could happen. They’ve already been in one dangerous situation on this trip, and she is certainly not eager for another. “I don’t want either of us to get hurt. We’re up here in the mountains alone… That’s worrisome.”

Sebastian’s gaze never breaks as he meets her eyes. “I will not let anything happen to you. I promise. But after doing all of this research, I just… I have to explore. I can’t just let it be until I’ve at least tried.”

Kate nods, contemplative as she cuts a slice of ham into smaller pieces. “Well, it sounds like we’ll most likely be repelled. If that happens, was this trip even worth it to you?” Her eyes are downcast.

Their tent flaps with a gust of wind. The fire in the wood-burning stove crackles.

“No,” he replies, his voice soft as he reaches out to take her hand. “It will still have been more than worth it. This trip wasn’t just about exploration. It was just as much about spending time with you, my sweet sun.”

Kate’s worry melts away. “I’ve loved our time together. That is - other than the terrifying experience in the cave.” She chuckles, thankful she can laugh about it now. “I feel as though we have learned a lot about each other these past few days.”

Sebastian scoots his chair closer to her. He tilts her chin up. “Learning more about who you are is worth far more than treasure, my Kate.”

She smiles sweetly, closing her eyes in contentment as Sebastian caresses her hair. “And you’ve opened up so much to me. Now I know more about your past, and even better, I know what you want for your future. I don’t know how you managed it, but you’ve somehow made me fall even more deeply in love, Sebastian.”

Drawn to each other, their lips meet. 

Soon, they’ve made their way back to the bed, all of their clothing discarded.

Kate settles her head on her pillow, her golden hair flowing in every direction, as Sebastian leans over her. Her soft skin is his addiction - he just cannot get enough of touching her. He allows himself to indulge in this - in her - in the moment. Their breath mingling, his lips close around hers. He lets himself be pulled in deeper as he falls into the softness that is his girlfriend, his entire world becoming Kate.

She sighs as his weight settles upon her. Rather than feeling crushed, there is something so comforting about his body on hers. Kate’s fingers trace over his freckled face, neck, and shoulders. Sebastian’s hair is a wild mess, and yet, she loves it all the more, running her hands through it as they make out. His kisses become more needy as he becomes lost in the touch, the smell, the taste of his lover. 

Kate gasps for air as they break apart momentarily, then begin making out again. His hands are everywhere - her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her hips… Her mind, just like his, is spinning with only one thought: Sebastian. She kisses and sucks on his neck and shoulders, then nips at his warm skin; she hears him let out a moan, sparking her to continue. 

When he pulls back for a second, he whispers, “You drive me insane… you make me so desperate…”

She whimpers as he kisses and licks and sucks and bites at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. 

“Sebastian…”

His hungry lips travel further south, worshiping every centimeter of her breasts, suckling at her nipples. She squirms beneath him, arching her back. Her breathing is growing heavier, her gasps becoming louder. 

Sebastian’s fingers find their way between her legs. He knows she’ll be dripping, yet still must feel it for himself. He slides a finger over her sensitive bud, tracing circles as she shrieks. 

Kate can feel how hard he is. “Sebastian… please,” she begs. “Please make love to me.”

His heart races at her request. Still teasing her clit, he whispers seductively, “I am going to fill you to the brim. You… You are making me crazy. I want you more than anything.”

Sebastian kisses her lips again, languidly and full of passion. Then, he takes himself in hand, sliding his thick manhood along her slick. Guiding himself, he slowly enters her heat as she moans his name, her legs opening wider for him as she accepts his full length. His eyes never leave her face. Fully sheathed, he leans in to press his lips to hers again. He squeezes her breast as he kisses her, waiting for her to be completely comfortable before he makes any further move.

“Oh, my gods, Bash,” she whines. “Please…”

He begins to slowly thrust, watching her face twist in pleasure. He himself moans, wishing to move faster, and it isn’t long before he makes that change. Picking up her legs, he throws her feet over his shoulders, allowing him to plunge even deeper. 

Sebastian groans. “So tight… so wet…”

His strokes are powerful. Gripping her hips, his fingertips dig into her skin. His speed increasing, he pounds into her as if his life actually depended on the motion. It’s loud. He slaps against the flesh of her arse, still tinged red from yesterday’s spanking.

Kate can’t stop shrieking, not for even a moment. This position is intense, and she feels herself winding up. Wanting to draw it out, Sebastian suddenly changes his pace. After moving so quickly, he begins thrusting slow and deep, over and over. Then, he switches it up again, back to stroking as fast as he can. Kate can hardly breathe; release is coming. Her full breasts bounce up and down, providing a view to her boyfriend that only turns him on more.

“You’re so perfect… so beautiful… Kate… I can’t stop…”

Sebastian cannot think anymore of anything other than fully claiming her as his. His groans grow more frequent and loud as her inner walls tighten around his cock. 

“I’m gonna-” she begins and cuts out, shouting his name as she comes. “Seb! Seb!!!”

There is no slowing down. Sebastian continues thrusting into her tight heat. Her orgasm is long and drawn out, much to his pleasure. Her cheeks are rosy, her body marked by love bites. He wants Kate to only dream of him, to be his possession… This thought and the sight of her lustful release makes him lose control. With raspy breath, he spears into her a few more times and then comes, panting. He moans as an excessive amount of his hot seed spurts out, coating her inner walls. 

As if Sebastian was actually trying to impregnate Kate, he uses his own cock to push his cum, threatening to spill out of her, right back in. The ultimate claim, what he most desires, is for his seed to take root, for life to grow - it is enough to make his heart burst and make him want to fuck her all over again.

Kate’s eyes are blank, as if she is looking at another world entirely. Breathless and trembling, it takes her a while to come down from her high. When she does, she gazes upon Sebastian, his expression both feral and adoring all at once. 

Still inside her, he leans in to kiss her again. “Gods…” he mumbles. “I cannot get enough of you. I cannot get enough of these kisses. All of this - it’s just too short. It needs to be extended for hours.” He presses his lips to hers again, his tongue tracing her bottom lip.

“Oh, my moon,” she whispers, then is quickly pulled into another kiss. “We… We have a lot to accomplish today…”

“But… to do what we must…” Sebastian whispers in her ear, his voice sultry and husky, “Perhaps we should get all worked up again.”

“That’s a terrible idea. There is only so much daylight, and we need our energy for the castle!” Kate laughs. “We can spend whatever is left afterward.” She flashes a flirty smile. “Let’s make our final night of the trip… memorable later.”

“Of course,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing her neck and causing her to whimper as he focuses on a sensitive spot. “Let’s make sure this is the most memorable night of our entire holiday.”

Kate gently pushes him away and speaks playfully. “It’s going to be difficult to top all of the romantic moments we’ve had. Hopefully you have something in mind to make tonight even better.” 

“I have so many ideas - I’m not even sure where to begin,” he tells her suggestively. “I’ll just have to let my instincts take over… and allow myself to lose control…”

“My goodness, Mr. Sallow,” Kate replies innocently. “Is that wise?” She bats her eyelashes. “That sounds a bit dangerous to me…”

“Wise, Kate? I never claimed to be wise… But dangerous? That is precisely the point. I want to just let it all go - let go of my reason and better judgment.”

“If you’re saying you’ve never yet lost control with me, then what on earth will tonight be like?” Kate questions with a sly grin on her face, tracing a finger over his jawline. “But perhaps…” She plucks her finger away. “Perhaps it is best left as a mystery until later.”

Sebastian’s brows raise as she teases him. “Ah, but Kate, my dear…” he whispers in a low tone with a playful smile as his hand reaches out to run through her hair, brushing over her bare shoulder. “Do you really want to leave it all to mystery? You could let yourself imagine… just how uncontrollable your future husband might become…”

Kate chuckles. “I can imagine a lot of things. I have a very active imagination, my moon.” She kisses his cheek. “But come, now, we had best clean up breakfast, gather our supplies, and prepare our brooms.”

He sighs. “You are right, my love. We have a lot to do today…” He turns around, getting a hold of himself. “Let’s get ready to go. We have a whole day ahead of us, and then we can explore your… active imagination.”

Kate stands up, laughing, and then gets to work before Sebastian changes his mind.

[larz-barz]

I need this right now-

Hideaki experiencing burnout so Mikitama helps him to find motivation and joy again :3

ofc sibby🥰

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Burnt out

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Warning(s)/info: Burnout, fluffy cuties, Hideaki is @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer’s oc

Tagging: @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @kimetsu-chan @slayfics @night-mince10000000000000000001 @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph @muichirolover14 @muichirosboba @kiyokatokito

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Hideaki sighs as he stares up at the ceiling with a bored and sad expression, sprawled across the couch.

He can’t help but smile slightly when Mikitama jumps onto the couch, in her kitten form, then crawls onto his chest as he gently scratches under her chin. “Hi, Mikita...” He gently hugs her close.

He jumps slightly when Miki turns into her regular form. “What’s wrong, Hide..?” She asks with a worried expression and Hideaki sighs then kisses the top of her head.

He sits up and cuddles her close while playing with her hair and stroking her ears. “I’m just feeling burnt out and unmotivated… You being here is already helping me feel better though.” Hideaki smiles and kisses her forehead.

Mikitama snuggles closer. “I’m glad I’m helping you a bit…” He hums softly in acknowledgement then cups her cheek in one hand, gently stroking her soft skin with his thumb.

“You’re my motivation, my precious Mikita… You bring me so much joy and happiness… I can’t help but feel like I can do anything with you by my side…” He murmurs before pulling her in for a soft kiss on the lips, to which she reciprocates immediately.

When the two pull away, Hideaki starts humming his lullaby to Mikitama and she yawns softly, being lured into a gentle slumber in his embrace, Hideaki also falling asleep soon after.

~the end~

i’m rlly sorry this is so short🥺 i wanted to get this done asap for you💖💖💖

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!!!! Don't worry about replying late, uni is shit and hectic, buttt thank you for always replying I always look forward to your replies!! 💗💗

Noww speaking of the drabble it made me so softttt like I always love it when people show the domestic side of their ocs and seonghwa🥹🥹🥹 he's so careful while waking her up, and the hear aid thing is actually so cute the fact that they learned how to do it for her says alot for them as a group💓💓

And I'm wayyy too excited for the other drabble post it when you can, not as soon as you can take your time and don't tire yourself out please💕

And honestly I feel like bts's old romantic songs are underrated and another bts song I feel fits them is my you by jungkook even though it's meant for army's but it just fits them yk??

Plus I honestly get why they didn't communicate much it always happens when your thoughts overwhelm you and makes you overthink, just like in their scenario

They thought they were the reason for each other's pain but it wasn't the oppsite and they ended up being each other's saviors 💓

Nowww for another question *drum roll* what was mingi's reaction while meeting her family irl(with yoongi and hanzo and her adoptive parents) and vice versa, her visting his family in his mom's restaurant or smth

And if you have time for another question then when did ateez feel the most proud of hima?

Love you bb and thank you for calling me muse anon like that's just so heart warming mwahhh💓💓

Hey sweets!! 🥰 I'm so glad you liked it, writing it honestly made me so happy because her relationship with Matz is just the sweetest! Hima didn't even teach any of them how to use the hearing aid but the older members learned by watching just in case she ever needed help, then they taught the rest of the group so that they'd be able to assist as well.

I actually love that song for them so much! The fact that it's basically talking about how the other person is their healing, their missing piece, plus the entire feeling of the track is so calm but emotional at the same time! 🥹

Now to your question; The group members met her parents at the same time and they welcomed all of them like sons the moment they walked into the house, but being introduced to Mingi as their precious child's boyfriend was slightly more tense. They've always been very protective over her since she's their only daughter and made a point to let him know that should anything happen between them, they would know exactly where to find him. He reassured them that he would protect her like she was the most delicate thing in the world and has kept that promise ever since. They've also all had dinner together several times and they trust him wholeheartedly after seeing what a good person he is.

Meeting the brothers was much more stressful for the members since both of them are famous in their respective fields - with Yoongi being a member of BTS and Hanzo being a player for the PSG - but they did their best to make them feel welcome. (They also had no idea that Yoongi is her older brother since she never outwardly stated it so seeing him in person was a huge shock). The two were still seniors to the group but are actually on close terms with the members now, especially Hanzo since he had more time to get to know all of them. When Mingi and Himari started dating, they were the first to know and took a more protective approach to the situation since both raised her more than their parents, but came to the same conclusion that he is the perfect person for her; caring, kind, loving, etc.

The group was not exactly prepared to meet her biological parents since even though they knew she was adopted, they didn't know they it was because the accident had killed them. During their first trip to Japan she took them to the cemetery where they were buried, then she explained everything and reassured them that it was alright, that she had her time to grieve years ago. To this day they still come to pay their respect, some of them even going alone at times in order to pray for her health.

There were so many moments that made them proud of their maknae, such as their debut, the first 'Break The Wall' concert, her ambassadorship, the release of LXST (the final track is coming), etc. The most recent one though has to be her fashion debut through Versace with the Ephemeral Collection because it was a historical event for both industries, and their little princess was standing on a different type of stage by herself, presenting pieces that she spent so much time creating. It was not only their fans that were watching but the entire audience brought by Milan Fashion Week, even high end designers complimented her work. The only members who attended the show were San - who was there for Dolce & Gabbana - and Mingi, so Donatella arranged a live broadcast for the rest of the group which they watched together. Most of them ended up crying at her final bow because she had the brightest smile on her face.

Love you too sweets! ❤️ And you are my muse, your questions make my imagination run so much and I love it, MWAAHH! 😘

[imagineitdearies]

Hi dear, I hope you're doing great x

I don't think I'll ever find the right words to express how i feel about PS. I left a comment on the last chapter trying to explain but it'd need 100 pages so I'll leave it like that for now. I just wanted to say that Tyrus x Astarion is my favorite Astarion x OC/Tav/Durge in the whole fandom. I tried to get into many different variations of Astarion x Tav by other artists and authors but none of them felt "right" like yours. Tyrus truly is Astarion's soulmate, be it personality - wise, phisically, spiritually, emotionally. I'm so in love with him it hurts. You really had the fundamentals of Astarion's psychology and needs up your sleeve. And I'm just like Astarion, I have a weakness for sweet turned cruel because love and circumstances and smart characters and my addiction to Tyrus is currently dire. I can't stop re - reading PS and devour any extra content you put out.

Also I especiallly wanted to thank you for portraying SA trauma with such immense respect and maturity since many people have no idea how to do it correctly or worse, they treat it like their personal kink fodder.

I know you're dedicating your time to other projects now and you're already writing Astarion's POV and the drabbles but I was wondering if we'll ever get glimpses of their post - Cazador life? I'd love to know how they'd deal with their past and what they'd do with their regained autonomy and freedom to be individuals again.

Ps: not sure whether this should get asked on ko - fi or tumblr so I did both ahahah. Part of me wishes you could write a sequel, I'm not going to lie

Either way thank you for everything, I'm hugging you

Hi anon 🥰

Thanks so much for this message and for leaving a comment! Thanks to everyone who commented on ch40 btw, I’ve struggled to start responding to them in part because I wanted to have a general edit of PS done first (alas, with moving a decent distance, my job getting busy, and a bit of burnout, I’ve only finished part I), but also because I don’t want it to end really either, even if I know trying to write a sequel wouldn’t be a successful venture for me. Which is why I plan to continue writing “a flawed eternity” one-shots for quite some time to come! My goal of my own accord is to post a drabble at least once a month, though we’ve surpassed that thanks to a couple wonderful ko-fi supporters 🩵 So yes, plenty of post-PS glimpses to come! If you haven’t read them yet check out my pinned post, two of them do feature post-PS times 🥰

I’m so glad my portrayal of trauma and SA resonated and felt respectful for you. As for everything you said about Tyrus…well, it probably comes as no surprise to you all that I love him to death too, and had created him with the express intent to give Astarion a perfect pairing counterpart I didn’t find in the game, personally. It’s so heartwarming that many of you love him just as much too, now—this precious drow lad lives on in our hearts (and the occasional drabble, haha) 🩵🩵

Seriously, I can’t believe it’s been less than two months since PS concluded, I’m definitely not over it still and love chatting with you all about it 🥰 so thanks again for this ask anon, a big hug to you back!!

[fanaticsnail]

Hi Snail! I read all the posts about physics and maths and I see that nothing has changed for me, it's still incomprehensible 😵‍💫 At school I was terrible at both subjects, even though my father was a mathematician and chemist, and my brothers and sister were very gifted. And I was considered a bad student because I didn't understand anything about mathematics, even though everything was going well in the other subjects. I suffered a lot from this, it was very difficult to live with. Now I'm a teacher and if my students have difficulties in maths, I encourage them and I always tell them that you can't be good at everything and that we all have an area of predilection that we need to exploit. 💚

And so, when I created my OC One Piece, I imagined her to be very good with numbers - she's a real math and physics genius. It was cathartic and liberating for me, I felt better with her!

I always enjoy reading your blog! Thank you 🥰

And sorry, English is not my main language, I hope I don't make too many mistakes.🫣

Ooooooooh I love your OC already! I would love to hear more about her! Healing through creativity is amazing. Do you ship her with someone? You have to tell me.

Your family of origin sounds incredibly academically intelligent, numbers being a common denominator. Just because something doesn't come easily to you doesn't invalidate the skills you have. Two of my siblings are incredibly athletic, while me and my other sibling are musically inclined. Although, in saying that, @since-im-already-here is gifted in both, little shit (affectionately, of course. She's my precious littlest sibling and I love her).

You're a teacher!! I have massive respect for educators: the path I was actively pursuing for horticulture and music. There's something so beautiful at watching the "ah hah" moment from students when they finally grasp concepts foreign to them. It's modern magic, and I honestly take my hat off to you.

@physics-of-one-piece is absolutely spectacular, I love them. They're doing amazing things on their page. (Physics anon, you are getting so much love in my ask box: as you should be!!)

Thank you for your ask! 🖤

[naivesilver]

also. 🎲 and 3. And you can pick any type of edit that you feel like for that one :)

SEE BUT THIS IS A LUCKY STROKE CAUSE I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS LASS SPECIFICALLY YESTERDAY thank you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Send me  🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer

🎲+ 3: Eliana

"Are you ready to tell me what happened in the woods?" Marco ventures, voice low.

He doesn't think speaking up would rouse his son, honestly - August keeps drifting awake, true, but never for long, always sinking back into the rest the doctor said he needs so much within minutes - and yet, it is still a hospital that they're sitting in. It would feel wrong to make such noise, especially since they've both been allowed to stay at the grace of the shift nurse.

Eliana, for her part, seems no more willing to make a scene than he is, hunched over next to her brother's bed, looking spent and subdued. "There's nothing to tell," she replies, equally as quiet, her tousled hair shadowing her eyes. "I fought the De Vil woman. That's all."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said. And it was true- Something took over me when I attacked her. I wasn't- I wasn't myself. But there's so much magic in the forest- Surely it was something bigger than me acting, right? It can't have been me, can it?"

She asks the last question almost pleadingly, as if begging him to reassure her, and Marco's heart aches to do so, to tell his little girl that there's nothing wrong with her, because there isn't, but... He knows so little of the previous day's events, he can't be sure it wouldn't be a lie, and very little would damage this tentative rapport he has with Eliana more than lying, right now.

"You are a strong girl," he says instead, reaching out to take her hand in his own - she agreed to have a rest and wash up somewhat before returning to the hospital, but there's still grime and blood caked under her fingernails, as if she were still a child digging worms out of the mud while her father works. "You were angry. Anger makes us do impossible things. Perhaps that's all it was."

Surprisingly, she lets out a choked-up giggle, shaking her head derisively. "That makes no sense. If I'd had that- That kind of hunger every time I got angry at you, the house'd have gotten torn down. The village, too. It burned, Papa. I thought I was about to set the trees on fire."

"But you didn't. Look at you. You saved your brother. There's nothing to be ashamed of in that."

"But what if next time it doesn't stop there? What if I hurt someone? It was like- Like someone else was taking control of me from the inside. It was horrible. I don't want it in my head. I don't want it to be me."

Her voice has gone up a couple octaves, at long last, and Marco feels something warm drip onto their joined hands. Eliana is crying again and giving no hint of wanting to wipe it off, the tears falling freely, hot against her father's skin. "You spent so much time telling August he would be normal one day- Why can't it happen to me, too? Why do I always have to be the freak, even when I'm helping someone?"

"I don't know, my sun." Forget aching; Marco's heart has been broken clean in two, now, and there's nothing he can do to try to mend it, except gather his daughter in his arm and let her burrow into his shoulder, holding her the way she never conceded to be held during all their cursed years and then some.

"But I do not believe you're a freak. Whatever you saw, whatever you did- You did something good with it. And we will find out what it is, yes? You don't have to be scared. Everything will be alright, I promise."

Eliana doesn't reply, but he hadn't expected her to, to be honest. He has to content himself with her sobbing, his eyes moving from her shaking head to the man asleep in the bed and then back. In a way, it feels like a cruel mockery of those few precious memories he has, of lifting his eyes from the workbench to find his daughter weaving peacefully, lost in her own world, and his son dozing with his head on her lap, the clacking and swishing of the loom having lulled him to sleep.

Those times are gone, and Marco has no one to blame for it except himself. They have bridged a notable gap since August was rescued, so now they can try to rebuild, to fix what they have left and move forward from it, but nothing can ever be the way it was before the curse, not even the slightest detail.

Unless... Ah. Fixing.

Now there's an idea.