#as always in case the colors are too bright feel free to tell me so i can put it under a cut!!

[maskeddiany]

Since I went with Wincent last year, I might as well set Wilfred as my october pfp this year

2022 // 2024

[talesofesther]

when the world sleeps | the lasting sun

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Small tales of private and precious moments shared with Astarion, when the world still sleeps.

Today's tale: Deep into the Underdark, Astarion misses the sun.

A/N: A collection of little stories that will be released sporadically, in no particular order. A place for me to store all the sweet little ideas that lurk in my mind about this darling pale elf. Feel free to send requests for any moments you'd like to see. <3

Masterlist

It was dark, that much was a given. No traces of sunlight dreamed of reaching this far down; a whole world, buried in the depths of Faerûn. And yet, as you walked among the bioluminescent flora, it felt as if magic itself had taken a living form.

You'd heard much of the Underdark, but being in it could never compare to the stories. Mushrooms and plants twice your size glowed softly and colorful, illuminating your path with a warmth you'd never have dreamed of finding down here.

For you, ever the curious and adventurous soul, there was much beauty in the endless night. For others, not so much.

You set up camp in a nice little nook of land; surrounded by gentle giant mushrooms and coated with a few patches of deep green grass. Peculiar bugs danced around the natural lights hanging from the thick roots above you, and purple crystals reflected your form as you wandered.

The place overlooked a rather dark abyss, however; and that's where you found Astarion.

Most of your friends had already turned in, no one quite sure if it was day or night, only knowing they were tired enough. You half expected Astarion to be resting as well. You had had a rather hectic past few hours, after all.

Yet he remained very much awake, sitting on the border of a cliff, his feet hanging by the edge, and beside one of the brightest pieces of flora here—as bright as they got at least, which wasn't further from a gentle glow.

There was a weight on his shoulders, you could tell. A little tense and a little on edge. Not unusual given your perils, yet this… seemed different.

You approached slowly, in case his mind wasn't fully with him, so you wouldn't startle him.

Astarion picked up on your presence easily enough. He always did. He always knew it was you, too. How, you couldn't tell; but his ears twitched the slightest bit as he heard your footsteps, yet he didn't turn around. You took that as your permission to stay.

You sat down beside him, leaving a small gap between your bodies. And for a long moment, you stayed silent, absentmindedly staring at the dark fog before you; watching as it wrapped itself around the sharp rocks and cliffs.

Only once you heard a shaky sigh coming from beside you, and the sound of Astarion's hands brushing over his pants, did you turn to look at him. There was yet to be a place where he looked anything less than ethereal, you thought. The warm glow of the mushrooms kissed his cheeks and pale hair, blossoming a faint pink blush just under his eyes that got you quite enraptured.

But it didn't have you missing the persistent furrow of his brows, the tightness of his lips pressed together. "Does something trouble you?" Your worry escaped you, quietly so.

A humorless chuckle fell past his lips, and you knew you were right. "Oh no, I've always dreamed of venturing into unknown lands deep underground," Astarion quipped, yet his voice wasn't as carefree as it usually was. "Quite the experience."

He gulped with a grimace, as if trying to hold something back and failing miserably. He still refused to meet your eyes too.

"But…?" It was nothing but a breath, giving him an out if he didn't wish to answer.

The elf hesitated, tilting his head your way with a small smile that didn't meet his eyes. "I… miss the sun." His voice was as quiet as you'd ever heard it, as small. Almost as if he was afraid you'd mock him for it.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest, your throat closing up. Such a simple thing for you, the sun. And for him, it was such a recent privilege. Of course he'd miss it dearly.

For a moment you didn't know what to say, what promises you could make in this life of uncertainty that you've been leading together ever since the nautiloid's crash. "We'll be out of here soon, I promise." You bumped his shoulder with yours, wanting to be closer yet trying not to cross any boundaries.

"Please, don't fret because of me, love." Astarion shrugged halfheartedly, "I am well used to the dark, after all." His lips held that easy smile but his voice was doleful.

There was a beat of silence, and an idea sparked in your mind. You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if, somehow, it would be crossing a line—too tender of a gesture.

Yet to get back that glint in his eyes that only the sun could bring, you extended your hand anyway. With a flick of your wrist, small particles of golden magic started slowly swirling in the air; they formed from your fingertips and danced in front of you like a mirage.

Astarion held onto his breath, you could hear the catch of it in the silence of the night. His eyes perked up and focused solely on the fiery golden wisps coming together atop your palm.

It was a simple spell, one you knew by heart. Memorized ever since you were a child afraid of the night's darkness. You'd fill your bedroom with the bright particles, tearing through the weave and nearly setting your furniture on fire.

Now, in the depths of the Underdark, you held the glowing orb between both your hands with ease—raw magic swirling in between your fingers and shining aureate against your eyes—until it grew just big enough and you released as if it were a butterfly. It flew above you, yet never strayed far, chasing away the darkness and replacing it with a warm, ever-lasting glow.

Turning slowly to the vampire beside you, you observed as he followed the glow; red eyes taking on a fiery glint, sharp features being caressed by your own piece of personal sunlight. You thought you saw his lower lip wobble, but it must have been a trick of the light.

"It's not the sun, but…" The words tangled in your tongue, "I hope it brings you some semblance of comfort for now."

For a long moment, Astarion simply looked at the magical sphere of flames, briefly reminding you of when you'd woken up from your first night together. Oh, you'd capture the sun only to give it to him, if you could. In moments like there, when his eyes are big and vulnerable, when his lips are softly parted in wonder without him realizing; you see him as the innocent soul he'd once been all those years ago—before the horror, before the torture. And when he finally turned to meet your eyes, you were now the one incapable of holding the gaze.

Astarion shuffled closer, personal space forgotten when his thigh and shoulder came flush with yours. He reached out one hand, albeit a little hesitant, finding your own that rested on your lap. His pinkie intertwined with yours, all shy and gentle; so utterly new for him yet somehow it felt like the most real you've ever witnessed of him.

Nimble fingers got hold of your chin, and before you knew it, Astarion's lips were upon yours. It was as if his kisses spoke all the words he was still incapable of saying out loud.

"Who needs the sun," He whispered, upper lip brushing yours, you felt more than heard it; "When I have you, my darling."

Oh, the honeyed words. True or not, they'd always reach home inside your heart. Yet tonight, there was a strange sincerity dripping from each syllable.

And come to think of it, you've seen that same sunlight glint in his eyes during the night too. Every single night he has spent with you.

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[itsabouttimex2]

Amazing job at writing the new part as always! It flows nicely and you can easily tell how familiar Macaque & MC without making him OOC. Honestly i admire your grasp at these characters and ability of doing something as complex as interactive series. I'm kinda curious how do you plan things and how far ahead but only if you want to share it ofc.

Going back to the actually piece- it actually made me look up the meanings of flowers despite the original thought of it only being because of the color association. Two first flowers have pretty easy and basic meaning. I can see why the edgy (/affectionate) mentor wouldn't want them near his home.

Freesia - friendship trust innocence

yellow roses - friendship, joy and similar stuff

The one choosen by Macaque are a little more interesting.

Tansies - immortality, resistance, "I declare against you", sometimes used in medicine

black dahlias - (warning of) betrayal, sadness, (not specified black ones: dignity, good luck, elegance)

I'm guessing the tansies are about him being bitter about the Wukong and their more practical use. Black dahlias could be about Monkey King but also some kind of foreshadowing depending on our choice. Or I'm reading into it too much.

Hopefully I'm not overthinking it or completely missing the point (and if i am, I'm really,really sorry). Just wanted to share it in case other readers didn't look it up + i know some people like to see their work analysed but if i'm going to far please let me know! Have a good day/night! :]

(Sorry for any mistakes and feel free to delete the ask)

Oh my god, thank you so much! That’s such a sweet thing to say! (Please never stop analyzing my work I put a lot of effort into it💜💜)

🌻🌻I’ll start with flowers: you are right on the money here. Freesia especially are bright and colorful blooms, coming in many different gorgeous colors. Yellow roses are just the same, bright and cheery and so similar to the sun.

And, given that freesia come in orange and yellow… it’s possible the potted plants were a living reminder of Sun Wukong that Macaque finally got sick of and ripped apart. Or he just took advantage of someone else shredding the innocent flowers and took something that Y/N worked hard on and changed it to his liking instead. (Written to be ambiguous as to which scenario occurred.)

Notably, the new flowers not only match his own personal feelings, but even his color scheme! Yellow, then red and black. Twice over do these flowers symbolize him, something he took and changed to make more suitable to his tastes and feelings.

But he’s not the one who takes care of them- no, it’s Y/N who is dedicated to seeing them grow.

His student tending and nurturing the flowers that represent Macaque, while Macaque destroys/allows the destruction of the flowers that represent his student. Huh. Funny.

Okay flower rant done.🌻🌻

Macaque is such an interesting character to write, given that there’s a spike of cruelty barbing out from almost every action he takes. I think a lot of people have forgotten that the man hasn’t had a redemption arc in canon- he displays zero regret for, say… manipulating and trying to kill MK. Or leveling the Dragon Palace of the East Sea. Or assaulting Tang, a strict non-combatant. Or holding Mei’s life hostage.

He doesn’t feel bad for doing any of these. If he does, he’s keeping tight-lipped about it. No apologies. No direct atonement.

And even on the extremely rare circumstance that he’s being “kind”, like deciding to stop torturing MK in Shadowplay, it comes across as almost “I’m bored with you, you aren’t fun anymore.”

He’s not a good guy. So even with Y/N, who he genuinely does care for, there’s this level of manipulation.

Like, he calls Y/N adorable, which sounds nice… but there’s almost a level of victim-blaming to it. No matter how roundabout his words, Macaque basically says to his own student: “If you looked different, people wouldn’t bother you, so let me change the way you look.”

And they trust him enough to agree.

Or letting them cook in fear outside his door when he’s clearly near enough to open it, but dropping the act when they start to break down.

He’s such an interesting character to write ugh I love it.

I had a lot of the routes planned pretty far out, actually, and I’ll give a few examples of what was planned:

Spider Demon Y/N was sort of naive and excitable, but was going to mature/sour after realizing that their beloved queen was, in fact, the bad guy. They were going to have to come to terms with her necessary defeat and their own part in betraying her, as well as living on after you’ve cut ties to your family. Then, readers were going to be able to pick one other henchman to convince to join the heroes.

Dragon Y/N was going to have to both gain Ao Guang’s (their father) approval to live on the surface, and decide how they felt about MK possessing the Ruyi Jingu Bang. They fought using two strings of beaded pearls, utilizing them as whips and grappling hooks to maneuver around the battle field. Also, they hated Macaque. Genuinely throwing hands on sight if they saw that edgy rat.

Heir/Proxy Y/N was going to be a pretty miserable and clingy person, having spent most of their life alone on account of both the LBD and Mayor’s influence. Overcoming their fears and anxieties of being unlovable was going to be a massive part of the journey, learning to love themself and be loved in turn. They were going to have to learn to master the powers forcibly implanted into their body, trying to prevent themself from being sacrificed for power to aid LBD’s onwards path to ‘destiny’.

Ne Zha’s Y/N was going to be cute and polite, very excited to explore the mortal realm outside the grasp of their overprotective mentor/brother. They were also going to have to deal with the first two lotus princes (also overprotective) and Ao Bing, who served as a dear friend.

Sun Wukong’s Y/N was going to be his estranged child who was bitter over ML inheriting the staff instead of them. They were going to despise him for never training them, having to find masters and teachers elsewhere all across the world. In turn, he was desperately trying to make amends and reestablish a strong bond with his cherished progeny, hoping to reconnect eventually.

Also Mei was going to call Y/N “Broth-Face”.

[nogenderbee]

HELLOOO BEE !! i can’t believe i’ve never sent you an ask or anything cuz i love ur works sm and you just seem like a sweet person !!

if you may, could i request an akito x reader / an x reader with a reader who dreads summer ? feel free if you don’t want to do this request, and have an amazing day / night !! take care of urself <3

Omg how could you! 😔 No, but fr now... don't worry about it and thank your for requesting <3 I kinda asked my favorite uncle google for help but in the end I went with what I thought it is... so I hope I got that kind of right and I hope you enjoy ^^

Feel free to tell me if I got your request wrong!

An, Akito with reader who dreads summer

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @qxmmi @vodka-glrl @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane

⊱ it takes some time for An to figure out your condition, she really thought you simply hate summer and as much as she loved it, she understood your opinion

⊱ but when she does discover that you're just feelings worse and your body becomes weak in summer, she literally panicks

⊱ after all, she dragged you through so many places when sun was shining bright!

⊱ if you're close to her cafe, she'll immidietly take you there and make you something cold to drink and continue walking with you once you feel better

⊱ she truly just has so many ideas how you two could possibly spend your summer together and she doesn't plan on changing them so she WILL find some solutions for that!

⊱ friend from her class recommended her to buy sun umbrella for you so one day she just randomly gave you umbrella in colors she thought you may like and took you for a walk

⊱ sometimes you think she's like a mom because she ALWAYS has something to help you cool off a bit

"Hey there! You ready for our walk? Great, here's your umbrella, if anything I have sunscreen, some cold drinks and money in case they won't be so cold anymore when we need them so tell me whenever you need something, alright?"

⊱ Akito was a bit more observant but he also wasn't that fast to ask you about it, well not directly at least

⊱ he definitely asked if you feel alright and all so it's up to you if you tell him about your condition or if you leave it for him to figure out

⊱ it's probably his sister who tell him about her friend who's similar to you and that's when he invests in sun umbrella

⊱ at first he gives you while telling you that he just does it so you won't complain anymore but it's clear that this tsundere cares a lot about you

⊱ also carries money when he goes anywhere with you and whenever you pass some shop with cold drinks, he'll always ask if you need to cool yourself a bit

⊱ but if you decline too many times, he'll eventually just say that he wants some or that he can't see you need one and will get you some either way

⊱ what's important and obvious, he won't admit so easily that he does it all because he cares about you but with enough stubbornness, you'll get it out of him

"Hey, let's get some cold drinks. I don't care that you don't want, let's just get some! Sun is really going hard on us today after all..."

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[cosmicatta]

One Piece Live Action: a very brief, very personal review (spoiler-free)

So I've just finished watching all 8 episodes of the One Piece Live Action.

And I loved every single second of it.

I don't even know how to express how much I enjoyed OPLA, I'm—! I just feel very strongly about this, I'm so emotional right now that I can't even type properly. I was screaming and giggling about so many little details the whole time, I can't even begin to count them.

The show is super charming and lively and fun, the characters are great, the essence of One Piece is there, it has the soul of the original series. The characters were also all full of personality, and I really liked the interpretations of each one of them.

One of the things I appreciated the most about OPLA is how colorful it is. Most live action adaptations of animated shows try too hard to appear "edgy" or serious, and they end up taking a lot from the spirit of the source material by darkening everything (both visually and plot-wise). This was not the case with OPLA.

It's full of life and color, the world feels very alive and it mantains the "weird-core," bright and vivid aesthetics of the anime. Similarly, the goofy and whimsical vibes of One Piece didn't get lost in translation, and I think that's one of its biggest wins. It's very hard to navigate the thin line between "too cartoony for a live action" and "not silly enough for One Piece," but I think they did it very well. I was worried that some visuals and specific bits of humor that make One Piece what it is would feel awkward in live action, but everything was very well executed. Some things feel or look ridiculous because they are ridiculous, and I think that's always been part of One Piece's spirit.

And, while there are quite a few changes in the storyline, I'd say I only slightly disagreed with one or two of them. I think everything flowed very nicely the way it was written, and for the most part the differences do make a better narrative for a more cinematic medium. The changes also made it feel new and exciting for us old fans while still mantaining the essence of the story; I often found myself thinking "well, I know what's going to happen, obviously, but I'm intrigued about how it's going to unfold with these new additions!"

And still, the emblematic core moments that we all remember and cheer for are there. Not only that, but they're brought to life very faithfully, to the point that even some gestures and camera angles are made to resemble the source material.

Overall it's been an amazing experience, and I'm dying to know if we'll get a season 2, because I can't even begin to imagine what more we will be gifted with if it happens!

TL;DR,

I'm not saying it's perfect (it's not), but it is definitely so much more than what I ever thought we would get, and so much more than I ever asked for. I'm happy that I trusted OPLA, because it is a love letter to One Piece. You can tell it was made by fans for fans, with care and passion and respect.

I'm grateful for this wonderful experience that let me become an 8-year-old little girl again, meeting her favorite characters for the first time, the characters that would stay by her side and watch her grow for about 17 years (and still counting).

Thank you, One Piece. And thank you, One Piece Live Action.

[shinyrhinestones]

Young Hearts.

Chapter 1.

Summary: Elle and her colleague have a crush on each other, but both of them are insecure if the other is even interested in women. How long does it take before the feelings start bubbling over?

Even though this is written from first perspective, it’s still X Reader.

Pairing: Elle Greenaway x Fem!reader.

Genre: Fluff and very little angst. Slowburn.

Category: Mini-series.

Warnings: none (i think)

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At first I thought Elle would be mean, rude and cold when I first started my new job at the BAU. But that was just her tough side, she put on when she was facing unsubs or people who were absolute scumbags.

I've only been on the job for a few weeks, but I could already tell she wasn't really mean. She was good at collaboration, when we were on a case. She wasn't difficult to talk with, and seemed clever. She was also very attractive. Her facial features could be soft and piercing at the same time. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly. It was even curly sometimes. I don’t know if she curled it or if it was natural, and she was just ashamed of it, so she had decided to straighten it sometimes.

And she was also really confident in herself. I could tell by the way she wasn't afraid of eye contact and her ability to talk easily with others, even if she barely knew them. She didn't really stutter either.

During those few weeks, that I've known her, we've only really talked together when working on a case. I also had some fun playing cards with the team, whenever we were on our way home after a case. I would sit on the plane ride home, laughing and interacting with my new colleagues. They were all friendly and kind. They never came with mean remarks, or give cold looks, but I was still just warming up to them. Well, Hotch, your boss, was pretty much the only one who didn't smile much along with Gideon. But I knew that didn't have anything to do with me. Years of working with cold hearted people, some ended bad, some ended good and some were kinda a mix, could need a person who could distance themselves.

But I did get along well with Elle, since we were both quite new to the team. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only one, who didn't feel 100% included or comfortable yet.

I had been so excited about starting at the BAU working for the FBI. So I was going to try everything I could to be friends or neutral with my collegueas. There was the tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, who was colorful, bright and cheerful. JJ was a liason, who dressed quite casual and seemed kind and relaxed. Derek Morgan, a guy who was flirty, athletic and smooth. Spencer Reid who was awkward and a certified genius and had so much knowlegde, that everyone who met him briefly was absolutely shocked. Aaron Hotchner, my boss, who always had a stoic face and acted calm. Jason Gideon who also seemed calm, and closed off.

Then theres Elle Greenaway. Elle who had been promoted from sex crimes to the BAU. Based on what I knew about her until now is that she's: Strong-willed, brave, smart and friendly. She was also really beautiful.

I might've accidentaly looked at her for too long sometimes, when doing paperwork. Or when I'm on the plane. In the briefing room. Okay, well that does sound a little creepy, but it wasn't meant like that. She was just so captivating. And interesting. It was like she's drawing me in like a spider waiting for someone to fall into their web. Without even noticing. Without being aware and responsible. She wasn't actually meaning to draw me in. Her sweetness also showed itself sometimes. She would offer help, and gladly do it if she was asked. She could also be thoughtful. But pretty much everyone on this team were thoughtful.

It was clear to anyone that this team, was a good one. Good teamwork, respect and cooperation. And I would love to be fully apart of it. To them I already am, but I still have to be fully comfortable before I can let myself be free around them.

When we're back at the bullpen it's normally very relaxed. We joke around and talk. Of course, we do work too, but being friends and working together, always makes atleast one joke slip. During the time I've been here, I've learned that Derek and Penelope are the ones who make the most jokes. I've also noticed that Spencer is the one who most of time doesn't get them. Elle just smirks at it all. JJ would normally shake her head, and I would just observe.

Today had been steady. No case had come up, and everyone seemed relaxed. I was sitting by my own desk, doing my work. That's what I'd been doing the whole day. Just sitting, reading and writing. I'd gone to the restroom, and when I came back, there was a note on my table. A note who had a cute little poem on it. A compliment. Must've been a love letter. Or love note. It sure looked like it. The handwriting was so pretty and clear. Now, I don't know who it belonged to, but I wish I did. I mean, It's really cute that someone left this on my desk, but I wish I knew who left it there so I knew if I should be charmed by it or not. But either way, my heart still quickened as i read it, and my lips turned upward regardless my resistance. I'm pretty sure my cheeks had colored themselves red, but I couldn't see it. I started turning around in my chair on wheels, while reading the note over again. Was it really for me? I looked up at the people around, calming myself down and trying to maybe catch the culprit. I sat down the note, and stopped the smile that had formed before. I didn't want to get interviewed. But it was too late, I reckon. "What is it?" Spencer who was sitting across Elle asked me. My seat was next to Elle. I looked up, with wide eyes while saying: "What?"

"You were smiling at something" He stated, nodding to your desk even though he couldnt see it, because of the little wall between your desks. "Oh.." I sighed. I really tried coming up with an ecxuse, but honestly why would I be smiling at a case file?

Elle’s head whipped around to look at me. She had been minding her own business, but when she heard no further reply it got her thinking. She was toying with one of her pens. I could feel her eyes on me, while I was still looking forward at Spencer, who clearly was very curious.

"It's a note" I couldn't hide the small smirk that crept onto my face. I folded the note and put it in the back pocket of my pants. I shook my hair out of my face, trying to get going again, but Spencer wanted more information. Elle just turned her head back to her own work. I was unable to see her face, her long dark hair had been in the way. I was staring at her figure for a few seconds, while Spencer was asking his question. Honestly, I wasn't listening to him. Elle's hair was big today and it was so pretty. I felt myself breathe out a small sigh, my eyes probably smiling in her direction. My hands were playing with each other, while I looked down at her hands. There was something really elegant about them. Maybe it was just the rings she wore. But either way they were pretty.

"From who" Spencer said, eyebrows furrowed. He tried looking over the wall, to see but honestly it was hopeless. He wasn't going to get anything out of it, but worth a shot. It was cute.

I giggled lightly, and took it out of my pocket to hold it up infront of him. "It doesn't say. But it's talking very nicely of me" I smiled at him, and put it down again. Spencer just pouted probably thinking of something, while looking to the side of me, before going back to his own work. Elle had been ignoring it. She didn't ask any further questions or look over, which means she was probably respecting me and my privacy.

The note had words of only love written on it. Compliments and sweet words, that could mean alot to a person. Make someone feel special. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about it, even though i had pushed it aside for now. Who thought of me like that? If it was even meant for me. Its not like my name was on it. It could've been a mistake, right? However, the compliments in the letter did have descriptions of things of my physical appearance. My cheeks heated up, as I started to feel warmer inside. Of course, I was smiling, who wouldn't?

All day at work, I had been thinking and thinking about who might've left that note at my desk. Knowing someone was interested in me, was just the best feeling in the world. When someone makes you feel loved it's the best thing in the world. Feeling loved and worthy. So yes, I wanted to know who had these feelings for me. But I just couldn't find out. I didn't notice anyone staring at me unusually or weirdly. But hopefully, this wasn't just a prank or a joke. Getting my hopes up like that would be mean. And it’s not funny, when someone plays someone else like that.

But no case came in, so it was just a calm and nice day at the office. And that’s fine too. Working at the bullpen was probably my favorite days. Yes, I enjoy the days where we get a case and have to work hard and do a good effort. That’s exciting too. But both of these situations have things I like and dislike.

The bullpen was warm and the lights had been turned on as the sun was starting to go down. Curtains had been rolled down in other people’s officers, But in the bullpen you could see out the windows and watch the stars shine down brightly on earth. I could hear the typing on keyboards, pens dropping, paper and files being moved around, chairs rolling around, low sound of chatting and coffee machines. It was all comforting. The nice feeling of no hectic work day, but just enjoying silent work. I like sitting down reading and writing. Of course, there could be more enjoyable things to read and write about, since these things weren’t that nice. But I like to see the good things and think about how someone has to do this job.

And I like my collleagues. Which, is a good thing when working with profiling murders, bombers, arsonists, kidnappers or whoever comitted wild crimes.

Aaron Hotchner was still in his office, which wasn’t a surprise. By the time I’ve worked here I noticed how big of a workaholic Hotchner is. Spencer Reid had finished up, and left the workplace. JJ was still in her office aswell, as I sat next to Elle still. Derek Morgan wasn’t in the bullpen currently, but his things were still at his desk.

I sat there figdeting with the note feeling the dry texture of paper, frowning slightly. My hair behold my ears, as I had my arms resting on my desk. Elle turned in her chair, hearing the wheels on her chair rolling against the hard floor. I looked up infront of me, when I felt lingering eyes on me. Elle sat infront if me, her chocolate brown eyes studying me carefully, but curiously. “What?” I asked the brunette before me. She smiled a little at my acknowlegdment. “What are you doing?” She wondered, and leaned on her elbows with a black pen in between her fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip, letting it fall from her teeths grips, right when I answered. “I’m just..wondering who my secret admirer is.” I hesitated, looking around the bullpen a little, before my attention fell on her again. She let the pen fall from her fingers, looking down on her table. Her eyebrows were raised a little, as her lips turned downwards a little. “Yeah, you got a note earlier?” She said, almost like a question. Like she needed reassurance that it infact was a love note. Her voice turned down it’s volume, and became almost inaudible.

“Yes, I did” I replied, biting my own lips to not smile too much. I nodded, when I replied, with hot cheeks. When I answered I looked up at the ceiling like I was dreaming. I tried holding in a giggle, but it might’ve slipped just a little bit. Elle looked off to the side, before she shuffled in her black seat. Even though, when these nights came they were comforting I didn’t like the weird energy flowing between me and Elle. The bullpen grew quiet again, no loud sounds from anyone or anything. I put down the sticky note, and stuck it to my desk letting it lay there. Then right when I did that Derek walked in, and sat on the edge of Spencer’s desk. “Ladies, what do you say to a weekend in a beach house, with me, Garcia, JJ and Reid” His eyes shined with expectation and excitement. “Ooh, that sounds interesting. When?” I asked, grabbing the armrests on my chair. “From July 14th” He held a warm cup of coffee in his hand, that he took a sip from after his response. “Hold on” I looked through all of the things on my desk until I found my calender. I let my soft hands turn the pages until I found: ‘July 2006’

I wrote down my new plans as I answered Derek: “I don’t have any plans, I’ll go”

“What about you, Elle?” Right when he let that out and turned his head towards Elle, she widened her eyes, and froze. An unsteady sigh left her lips, as her eyes went back to normal. She looked between me and Derek before answering. I don’t know, why Elle was so take aback by such a simple invitation. Perhaps, she just wasn’t used to being with any of us outside of work. But she stuttered out a reply: “Uhm..I’ll find out if I can” She smiled just a little, before turning herself back to working.

Elle and I didn’t talk for the rest of the night exept for a: “Goodbye”

But it didn’t seem like Elle wanted to talk for the rest of the night. Maybe, I was too oblivious to the fact that Elle seemed unamused by the love-note I had recieved. And also so unamused by my reaction aswell. But one thing I know for sure is now I can look forward to a getaway at a beach house. It’s a good oppurtinity to learn more about my new coworkers and to get closer to them. I don’t know about any of the others, but to me it’s quite intimate to share a house. I know this could be either really awkward or one of the funniest experiences in my life. 50-50…right?

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[inundatae]

a package for neuvillette just arrived! the wrapping is a pretty royal blue with intricate silver patterns all throughout. it's held together with a wide, translucent white ribbon tied into a neat bow at the top. the contents within contain an ornate stationery set consisting of a bundle of high quality, embossed note paper and a set of color coordinated wax sticks for sealing letters. beneath a weighted pen lies a stamped letter stating, in neat, wide spaced cursive...

iudex neuvillette, i regret that i will not be in fontaine by the time your birthday comes, so i hope that this gift finds you well. one can never have too much stationery, so i thought that this set from snezhnaya i came across a few months ago would make a lovely gift. please do tell me what you think of everything when we have tea again. may the skies stay clear, lord arlecchino.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 anticipate when the seasons turn and autumn bows with all the grace and subtlety of a dancer upon the stage to the coming of winter. Already are the skies bright with the chill and promise of snowflakes still yet to descend. And yet for Neuvillette, snow is but a natural part of the world. Indicative only of the passage of time when for a nigh eternal being such as he, it is so easy to lose himself with the blurring of days. When the hours bleed together and he finds himself peering once more upon another sunrise, having yet to leave his office.

But it is not the snow that tolls the ending of the year, but another slow yet inexorable arrival that is as inevitable as the coming of the spring. The first of which awaits him, set with care upon his desk and so strikingly out of place amidst his papers and pens that he notes its presence immediately.

Ah, so it is to be that time then. The stray thought that always flits through his mind, the first confirmation and awareness aside from the casual minding of the dates that it is no longer fall. He cares so little for his own ‘birthday’ that he thinks to set it aside to be sorted through on another day. But as he turns the gift upon his desk, sliding the card attached to the parcel towards him for better perusal, he recognizes the elegant script addressed to his name at once.

So much to do, case files that still need to be read, a trial pending for the afternoon. And his day has yet to start. But with great care, Neuvillette begins to unwrap the present, gently lifting the edges of tape so as not to ruin the fine paper until at last he can work free the contents within. A quick read through of the missive offers clarity and in the comfort and privacy of his own office, he allows himself the smallest smile.

She is right of course. For all the many papers that line his desk, stacked within his drawers and atop the bookshelves, stationary given with sentiment will always hold far more value. It feels almost a crime to tear the first sheet free, but also fitting to pen his reply and thanks. The ink flows freely, his own precise script looking to her health and how Fontaine is considerably less with her away. Or rather, perhaps it is his own dubious attachment that’s blossomed since discovering something of a kindred spirit in the most unlikely of places.

He does not add that thought to the letter of course, but he is more than satisfied with what he has written. The stationary and the pens take a place of honor on the corner of his desk. As for the wrapping and the bow itself, well, he places it within the top most drawer, filled with oddities one would not expect of the Iudex. But he is allowed his own quirks, and none but he are aware of the existence of the drawer containing trinkets and small tokens gifted to him through the years, mechanical gears and sea shells from Merusea Village. He takes care that it is not crushed as it joins the honored number and with another small smile, slides the drawer shut.

[catacamacat]

Hello!

tis I! Here to invade your ask box, how are you this lovely evening/night/day/afternoon/morning ect. ?

Hmmmm tell me your favorite color, mine is orange!

Oh hi :D

Tbh, it couldn’t be worse rn… It’s 2am and it’s really stormy (windy?) outside so everything in my room is making loud noises that are creeping me out… (like really, really creepy sounds, at least there’s no thunder and lightning or what it’s called, in that case I would be dead by now)

And I have an exam tomorrow so either I’ll take a coffee with me or… something else that doesn’t make me look and feel dead :)

I can honestly say that my favorite color is purple.

Purple is a wonderful color to look at yk? It gives one a nice and fuzzy feeling inside and depending on the tone, it’s not too bright or disturbing in the eye. And no matter how many purple things you’re wearing, it doesn’t look bad! (But my taste in clothes is trash anyway, so what do I know?)

Also ever since I was little my favorite characters were almost always the purple ones, and I don’t know what reason I could possibly have to not perceive it as my favorite color 🥰

Is that you in the picture? :D Looks nice <333

How are you? •w•

Have a good night/day/afternoon/ morning/ etc and feel free to invade my ask box again whenever you like ^^

Im tireeeeed ToT

Edit: Okay, in the end I fell asleep at about 3:15am… yippeee I’m now running on ~5 hours of sleep and a amateur- espresso

[sideblogforsparkles]

Welcome to my sideblog for sparkles!

A few things before we get started in earnest:

1. The usual rules apply. You can find those on my main blog’s pinned post.

2. This blog WILL have bright colors, glitter, sparkle, multicolored things, fast GIFs, stripes, other patterns, shiny things, etc. I WILL warn for flashing, eyestrain/potential eyestrain, bright light effects, extremely fast GIFs, and very high contrast patterns (mainly stripes and checkerboard). This is because those types of things are the most potentially hazardous to people with photosensitive epilepsy and photosensitive migraines. HOWEVER, because of the nature of the things posted here, this sideblog is not suitable for all audiences. Efforts WILL be made to ensure that POTENTIAL HAZARDS are minimized and accounted for. If you have any issues with GLITTER, SPARKLE, BRIGHT COLORS, GLITTER TEXT, MULTICOLOR IMAGES, OR MOTION, please feel free to block this blog. I won’t even notice. Your health, safety, and comfort are important.

2a. With that said, I truly am committed to making the internet a safer place for all. People with photosensitive epilepsy may only make up a small percentage of all people with epilepsy, but because potential triggers are easy to control with the tagging system and because the stakes are as high as they are, I absolutely WILL be tagging things with the appropriate content warnings when they have a high potential of triggering a photosensitive seizure. I recognize that epilepsy is a real and potentially dangerous medical condition and I do not want to cause harm or death to anyone. All of the above also applies to people with photosensitive migraines, which are not usually as dangerous as seizures but can be in some cases and are always terrible things that I don’t want to cause you.

3. This blog will NOT be posted to every day. However, it will be updated randomly year-round.

4. With the exception of some glitter text (such as the header image and the image on top of this post) and possibly a few other things that I will tell you about when they appear, I have no hand in creating most of the things you will see here. Where possible, I will absolutely tell you my sources. If I cannot find a source, I obviously can’t tell you where the original came from. If someone knows the origins of something you see on here that doesn’t have credit, PLEASE tell me! I am eager to know more about the talented people behind these things!

4. This blog will heavily feature LGBTQIA+ Pride stuff, including Pride flags, colors of Pride flags, messages of support for LGBTQIA+ people, and other such things. If you have a problem with this, get outta here, and get away from my other blogs, too! I’m asexual, gender non-conforming, and an ally to everyone else, so frick off, bigots! I may only be 25 3/4 but I’m not afraid to tell people to get off my lawn if they’re misbehaving here.

5. This blog is SFW. There will not be anything sexually explicit, overly suggestive (the most “suggestive” thing you might find here is Rouge from Sonic), bloody, gory, or that otherwise would get you in any more trouble in a workplace than you would get in simply by dinking around on the clock (and, hey, no shame from me - we’ve all been caught on our phones at work when we weren’t supposed to be, and as long as your job isn’t something like driving or factory work where you really do need to always be On Alert, I’m not judging.)

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Common warning tags I may use (not in tag form here so everyone can see) and their definitions:

🪩 “Flashing” refers to brief, sudden, intermittent bursts of bright light. Here, this is mainly applicable to visual effects that are or are substantially similar to a strobe light; an image that appears and disappears very quickly, colors that change rapidly, pulsating images or shapes, etc. “Mild flashing” refers specifically to flashing that does not take up a significant amount of space and is not very fast, but still fits the definition of “flashing”. To put this in perspective, if I were to post a GIF of an arcade game in attract mode, this would likely be tagged with “flashing”, whereas a GIF of an entire night sky with a single star intermittently flashing (and said star could be entirely covered up by the finger of an infant), this would be “mild flashing”.

🪩 “Fast GIF” refers to a GIF in which the motion is extremely rapid. For example, a GIF of Sonic the Hedgehog running would be tagged as a fast GIF. I tag these things because some people unfortunately have seizures triggered by viewing rapid motion, even if it isn’t flashing.

🪩 “Eyestrain” is a sort of catch-all for anything that is likely to cause eyestrain. “Potential eyestrain” is when it’s not extremely likely to cause eyestrain but still contains elements that can cause eyestrain. (For lack of any better examples, this is like how, when there’s a “tornado watch”, that means there might be a tornado soon, and when there’s a “tornado warning”, that means there is a tornado right now.)

🪩 “Bright lights” refers to bright light effects.

🪩 “High contrast” refers to images with a high contrast color palette in large sections of the image. This is particularly important for certain patterns in images.

🪩 “Stripes” refers to images with stripes. “High contrast stripes” refers to images with stripes that contrast highly.

🪩 “Checkerboard” refers to a series of differently-colored squares aligned in a pattern similar to that of a checkerboard or Chessboard.

[kookstempo]

IT'S OVER? :( AAAAAAAAAAAAH NOO.

[…] his tired heart was convinced that the type of love that was supposed to keep you awake at night… wasn’t for him, he just forgot about it, and in consequence of that he stopped waiting for it too, so you just could imagine how confused he was the night he met you. You were love walking in high heels and a black dress that was too short to be yours, you were love wearing bright red lipstick as you kissed him goodbye…

LOVE THIS

(Obviously, Yoongi had no idea that half of that happiness came from knowing that his plan had worked, but he swore with blood that he wasn’t going to say a thing, after all, it will be useful for him in the future in case he needed to extort you).

we love bestie!jk

Yoongi was aware of that, you spent your free days glued to his chest and sleeping on his bed like it was yours, you made sure he knew every day how in love you were. He knew you loved him, but that wasn’t his problem.

gdiojgisjh thats so cute

He tried not to tease his friend, he knew that if he did Yoongi would suddenly shut up.

bestie jk for the win

Maybe Yoongi tried to forget you so hard months ago that he ended up memorizing every single thing about you.

stfu i'm sobbing

“But what if they think ‘What a pretentious bitch, she wants to buy us with food’?” You kept insisting. Your question seemed rational to ask, but it only made him fail to suppress his laugh.

mood

[…] and you gained even more when you offered to help with cooking. Yoongi thought that was a good sign, his mom never let anyone but his brother help with her food.

let's goOooo

He saw the dark green color of the walls and smelled the coffee from the morning and it seemed like you always belonged there, somehow, he found you just in time before his mom decided to change the color of the walls like she was telling you, you camouflaged yourself in them like you were part of the kitchen, like you were part of his home.

so domestic :(

And when he met you last summer, he noticed that suddenly his clothes fitted him just right and that his shoes were never the problem. Maybe his body never belonged to earth or to mars, but belonged to you. As he watched you observing his baby photos he remembered what Jungkook said, you liked simple things, he realized he liked them too.

these parallels :((( i love u

That night he hoped to get tangled with your body one last time before giving away all his fears, he hoped to get in bed, kiss your face and whisper the truth to you, you were part of him, you had embedded yourself in his soul and now he couldn’t picture his childhood home without thinking that you were part of it all along, he had been waiting for you, he had been waiting to feel like everything was okay.

ouch

While you grabbed the wet strands of his hair that fell on his face to curl them around your fingers, he pretended to think his answer. “Yes, I brought you here so you know that I’m serious about you, I want you to be part of every part of my life.” He tried to sound cool, he hoped you didn’t notice he practiced that sentence the whole ride while you were sleeping and minutes ago in the shower.

Yoongi was that kind of friend to you, except that he also was the kind of friend who kissed you during the nights and early in the morning…

i smiledddddddd

Yoongi couldn’t recognize the song, he felt like it was a private moment between you and yourself only, even if he had seen you with less clothes than that, he felt guilty for spying on you,

</3

Suddenly, you pulled away from him. “Don’t say that.” You whined. “I’m already horny and I know you won’t fuck me since I’m tipsy.”

me except i'm not drunk

“I don’t care, it’s past your bedtime.”

sobbing and laughing

“Yes.” He affirmed without hesitation. “I want a baby if it’s with you.”

jievjg8i9gqrgh:(

You reminded yourself that fights in relationships were normal, but you didn’t expect Yoongi to still be mad after three days. After the big fight you had that night that made you think you wouldn’t see him again, you decided to communicate better, to talk things before exploding, so you didn’t have big fights since then, maybe silly ones about house rules or tiny discussions that were long forgotten within an hour, but never three days.

can i skip this? </3 - update: i'm glad i didn't

Dasom was always known for his “dark humor” and not being politically correct, but no one expected her to make those jokes when one of Jimin’s closest friends had passed away of that same disease not even a year ago.

oh hell noooo

“I just didn’t think you wanted me there today.” You were just saying that to talk about the topic, sometimes Yoongi believed he could get away from trouble without facing it first.

thought the same

It took almost three years for Yoongi to make that call, and Jimin only seemed to be struck by nostalgia when he heard Yoongi’s voice, he hadn’t stopped thinking about his friend either. It was weird, it wasn’t like he wasn’t angry anymore, but both regretted how things ended. Yoongi didn’t know that, for some reason, he thought that for Jimin it was easier to forget about him.

my yoonmin babieeeeeees

“Move in with me, baby.”

jesucristo

tina this was a rollercoaster! there were times i didn't know whether i wanted to cry or smile or vmwrivwrivwokidom i-- thank you so much for this masterpiece even though i'm a thousand years late. looking forward to more of you.

love | myg

Summary: A compilation of memories as an epilogue.

this is part six of so it goes: series masterlist

< part five

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, lots and lots of fluff, smut

—warnings/tags: cursing, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of death, explicit content, unprotected sex, dirty talk etcetc

—words: 16k

a/note: HI FRIENDS!!! I'm finally back with an epilogue for so it goes 😥. I couldn't come with another name for this part lmao but I hoped you like it, it took me so long to finish it and I'm so excited to post it!! Thank you for waiting for me <3 Enjoy it !!! Please feel free to discuss this part in the asks, as always feedback is very appreciated :)

Yoongi’s childhood home

It has been a long time since Yoongi felt purely in love. In the past, love always came with doubts, fears and an upsetting feeling on his stomach that made him want to vomit everytime he woke up. Love was presented to him with more cons than pros, it was like a dark night trying to find your partner in the middle of the dance floor, like fighting under the rain outside of the nightclub, it was a good moment being ruined by a mocking grin and cruel words, it was like having to hold your breath until you turned blue.

Despite that, Yoongi was not completely at odds with love, he loved many things. He loved his job, his dog, his family and friends, but his tired heart was convinced that the type of love that was supposed to keep you awake at night… wasn’t for him, he just forgot about it, and in consequence of that he stopped waiting for it too, so you just could imagine how confused he was the night he met you. You were love walking in high heels and a black dress that was too short to be yours, you were love wearing bright red lipstick as you kissed him goodbye, you were love laughing at him because you would never settle for a one night stand with him. You were love punching him in the face, announcing that you were about to tear him apart.

During those moments of the night when the lights of the club turned red, the remains of his heart were stuck on the inside of his chest as he kissed another stranger to drown the feeling, to try to bury it in the backyard of his numb mind. Yoongi was a dark cloud moving into the room threatening to rain, but you only saw a tall man ogling you with tired eyes and a smirk capable of killing any girl, any girl but not you, never you, you couldn’t allow yourself to fall for a man who wouldn’t look at you twice. Back then you were sure he was the kind of guy who never noticed girls like you in the daylight, you weren’t as astonishing as the girls he had been with in the past, too rough on the edges, too normal.

You came from two different words, Yoongi was doing concerts and throwing after parties all night until the next morning, you woke up at six in the morning and got ready to catch a class at seven. He produced music and wrote songs, you studied history and tutored english to middle school kids. While he was mingling with superstars and models you had a small group of college friends who enjoyed staying home, eating pizza and drinking beer. There was no way you were compatible, from your hobbies to your life styles, to the movies you liked, you were just… different, no amount of mysterious glances across the room could change that.

So, why did he kiss you for the first time that afternoon all those months ago? Was it the sun that was about to set, encouraging him to do it? Was it the devil sitting on his left shoulder? Was it you, just begging him with your eyes to do it? There was no explanation for that kind of thing, but he came back to that memory every other day, he couldn't remember a girl who kissed him so sweetly. Was it your lipgloss or it was you? He swore it was just you.

For you, love came in waves during short periods of time. There was always love in your circle, in your friend’s arms and your childhood home, even the other kind of love always came but never stayed. Yoongi was a rare presence in your life during some time, he was gray between all the defined black and white in your life, which always upset you.

Love comes and goes all the time, but why couldn’t he stay? After so many years of accepting the short time that your past lovers offered, it was strange to want a person so badly, it was strange to want more, to even think about it, you were not used to the feeling of something lasting. However, when he laid beside you every night you wished he could stay against all odds, you wished he could stay in your bed until the next morning, you wished he could stay for breakfast and for the rest of the week if he wanted, but even that would not be enough. Not his burning touch over your skin or the proximity of his body during the night, not his hands finding yours under the table in a crowded room, not the hundred of his kisses or the sweetness of his words could be enough unless you told him the truth. But, could you be sure that would have saved both of you from the mess, the drunk texts and the drunk fights and the drunk-everything? You like to think that it would have helped a little bit, but maybe — just maybe — Yoongi needed a slap in the face before hearing the truth, just then he would realize that being in love wasn’t so difficult after all, and to be your boyfriend seemed to be the easiest thing he had ever done.

It has been a long time since Yoongi felt so purely in love, love like it’s supposed to be, love itself. It turned out to be that he found love everywhere ever since, he found love in the mornings as he tasted the coffee you made for him, he found it in the note you left in your nightstand when you left before he woke up, he saw it in your eyes ever since you told him you loved him too. He had been so blind and you couldn’t blame him, you had been so clueless.

Two months into spring Yoongi had come to the realization that among all the chaos in his life, the calmness that came with your company was all he needed after a long day. It was simple, but it seemed to him that it took him a lifetime to find you (he swore it felt like more).

Loving you was easy, but he thought he needed a bit of practice in the relationship field. The concept of boyfriend had been altered by the months he spent being with you without being official, so what was he supposed to do now? Spend more time with you? Give you more kisses? He was obviously more comfortable than before, now he didn’t need to hold back, he was free from the anguish and the sinking feeling that he felt in the past every time you weren’t around. Now he felt safe, however, it was unclear to him how much of a boyfriend he needed to be, or what type of boyfriend you wanted.

Yoongi sighed for the third time since Jungkook arrived at his studio, trying to focus on the monitor in front of him without thinking of the song that Jungkook was humming and how it sounded just like the one you were singing that morning in the shower. He knew it, he was sure, but he couldn’t remember the name of it. Suddenly, Jungkook started whistling the song but still nothing came to mind, which started to annoy him.

Yoongi sighed again.

“Am I bothering you?” Jungkook asked, a little bit offended. Yoongi shook his head without saying anything. “Are you sure?” He insisted, but Yoongi just nodded. “You’re quiet today.”

“I’m always quiet.” He replied.

“Mmm, yes but more quiet than ever.” He said, spinning in the swivel chair beside Yoongi. “You don’t like my song?” He kept asking, now starting to wonder if Yoongi didn't like the project that Jungkook brought last week for him to work on, but he liked the song, he just wasn’t thinking about it, he was thinking about the song he was whistling.

“It’s not your song, I’m just thinking.” Yoongi said, resting his back on the chair and spinning just like Jungkook did a second ago.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Jungkook offered, determined to know what was distracting Yoongi that afternoon.

“What was that song you were humming?” He asked.

“That’s what you were thinking?” Jungkook wanted to check, knowing it was surely something else that kept Yoongi zoning out.

“Kind of.” Yoongi answered.

“Paramore.” Jungkook laughed “Do you know it? The only exception? Your girlfriend used to overplay that song when I met her.”

Yoongi threw his head back, relieved to finally remember the song after being in his mind since he left his house. Jungkook started calling you that ever since you and Yoongi started dating, he copied Namjoon just to tease him, but it only put a smile on Yoongi’s face. His friend on his right seemed to be the happiest person when he found out that you and Yoongi made up, it was like seeing his parents threaten to divorce but then seeing them coming back together. (Obviously, Yoongi had no idea that half of that happiness came from knowing that his plan had worked, but he swore with blood that he wasn’t going to say a thing, after all, it will be useful for him in the future in case he needed to extort you).

“She was singing it today in the shower.” Yoongi informed him.

Jungkook giggled. “Creepy.” He said.

“Just a little bit.”

It wasn’t that creepy actually, you knew Junkook since you were both nineteen, you were almost connected like twins. If someone knew you as well as Yoongi didi, that was Jungkook.

That thought stayed in his mind for a second, and after a while, it lit a lightbulb on top of Yoongi’s head.

“Was that all?” The youngest kept pushing, not fully convinced.

Yoongi thought about it.

“Mmm… No.” He said. Hoping that his friend would help him, but more importantly, that he wouldn’t laugh at him.

Lately he couldn’t name you in front of his friends without them acting like middle school kids, teasing him until his face turned red, and Jungkook was the most annoying of all of them.

“Are you not going to tell me?” He pushed one last time.

“Only if you don’t tell anybody.” Yoongi conditioned, making Jungkook frown.

“You’d be surprised how good I am at keeping secrets.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, but Yoongi didn’t catch Jungkook’s hint, luckily, he just rolled his eyes.

“It’s going to be our… anniversary? monthiversary? Whatever you call it. The third one, in two weeks.”

“Three months already?” Jungkook asked, surprised that time has passed so quickly. “Wow, what about it?”

“I’ve been thinking.” He said “What do you and Bora do on your anniversary?”

Jungkook looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember every single thing that he did with his girlfriend when that day came around.

“It’s different every time.” He answered “Sometimes we go to a restaurant if we feel like it, but sometimes we just go for ice cream before the day ends. Sometimes I buy her flowers and sometimes she buys me something I like. But it’s different for everyone.” Jungkook paused, observing his friend being absorbed by his own thoughts. “Why? Is that what you were thinking? What to do on your… monthiversary?”

“Kind of. I think I don’t know how to be her boyfriend.” Yoongi confessed, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze to not feel like he was making a fool of himself.

Jungkook didn’t laugh about it, but he found it a bit curious.

“How is that you don’t know?” He questioned.

Yoongi spinned on the chair again. “I mean, what if she feels like our relationship didn’t change at all from when I wasn’t her boyfriend? What if she thinks it’s the same and she gets bored?” He asked, letting the words out like it wasn’t the main concern of the month.

Jungkook was a bit surprised by the way Yoongi’s mind worked, just like Namjoon was when Yoongi told him that he couldn’t allow himself to be happy with you because he had a fight with Jimin. But like before, this made sense for Yoongi, and was a perfectly coherent concern.

“Are you serious?” Jungkook laughed, “A relationship is not defined by what you do on your anniversary.”

“Is it not?” Yoongi joked, but he was still a little unsure.

“I don’t think so.” He said “I’m sure she’s not going to get bored of you, you keep her entertained. She’s in love with you, buddy, you’re not getting rid of her anytime soon.”

Yoongi was aware of that, you spent your free days glued to his chest and sleeping on his bed like it was yours, you made sure he knew every day how in love you were. He knew you loved him, but that wasn’t his problem.

“No, I mean, I know that. But I don’t want her to feel like it’s the same as before, I wonder if she can tell the difference, I hope she does. I just want to be… you know, a good boyfriend.”

Jungkook watched Yoongi playing with his fingers and he bit back a smile, wondering what it was that you had to leave Yoongi so… lost. And most importantly, what you did to him to have him talking about his feelings so openly. Jungkook never thought that Yoongi would try to come to him for relationship advice, but there he was, worried about being a decent boyfriend.

He tried not to tease his friend, he knew that if he did Yoongi would suddenly shut up.

“To be fair, you were already acting like a couple before making it official, so I think it’s normal to feel that way.” Jungkook tried to advise “But if you want her to see the difference, you should probably make her see that you’re serious with her. For example, I know she hasn't met your parents yet, right?”

Yoongi frowned, shaking his head. “No, she hasn’t.”

“There you go.” Jungkook winked at him “She likes simple things, if you take her to meet your parents she would feel like you are making her part of your life. Anyone can meet your friends, but not everyone meets your parents. She will take it as something special.”

That idea never crossed his mind until now. He still remembered when his mom called him when Yoongi’s brother told her that he was seeing a girl when he came to visit Yoongi, back then Yoongi ignored her and told her that you weren’t his girlfriend and didn’t give any other explanation. Yoongi loved his mom, but she was intense, even if he was the youngest of the family, she thought that he should be already married, she thought he should be already settled down with a wife and everything, but Yoongi was never the kind to follow the rules, let alone his parents’ rules.

The problem wasn’t you, it was just the way his mom never liked any of his girlfriends, so she never invited them to their house. This time was different, he knew that both his mom and dad would love you, so maybe Jungkook wasn’t so wrong after all.

Yoongi could still feel an annoying feeling on his stomach everytime he remembered the fight that you had , he remembered when you mentioned how he told you he was going to take you to meet his mom, so this could be an opportunity to make it up to you.

“That doesn’t sound bad.” Yoongi just said.

“Right? I’m always right.” Jungkook bragged “And about your monthiversary date, you should talk about it with her, ask her what she wants to do, it’s as simple as that.”

“Fine. I’ll take your advice, but I know you and I know her, so don’t say a word about this conversation.” Yoongi warned.

“It’s okay, my lips are sealed.”

Later that month Yoongi was just finishing taking a shower at his parent’s place after a long day. That morning he put his bag on the trunk of his car as he thought of what Jungkook said, and without him wanting to, the expression of his mother’s face every time he came to visit appeared on his mind.

When he got in the car he put on a cap and sunglasses and you laughed. He had been asking himself if Jungkook’s idea was working ever since he asked if you wanted to come and visit his family with him, you said yes without hesitation but didn’t say much else until that day. You took off your shoes at the beginning of the ride and played music until you fell asleep.

It was a long ride to Yoongi’s hometown, and you seemed to enjoy it until you made your last stop at a gas station. You got out of the car and bought some snacks, when you were getting back your boyfriend hugged you from behind and told you you were about to arrive. He kissed your cheek and circled the car to get on his seat, he didn’t see your face properly, but if he had done it he would have seen the smile on your face disappear. You got in the car with him and after fifteen minutes you asked if he could roll the windows down.

“I think I’m getting car sick.” You explained, sinking in your seat as you felt how your stomach turned upside down.

“Carsick?” He repeated. “You never get car sick.”

“I do.” You tried to argue, but he didn't believe you.

“I’ve been driving for three hours and you were just fine.” He told you, but you decided to ignore him. He looked at you for a brief second before turning his gaze to the road again. You shut your eyes close and frowned in discomfort, hugging your tummy like you were about to vomit. “Or is it that you’re nervous?”

You opened your eyes, offended. “I’m not nervous, I told you I’m getting car sick.”

Maybe Yoongi tried to forget you so hard months ago that he ended up memorizing every single thing about you. Only after you began to date him, you realized how much he knew about you. He bragged about it, and it was cute when he remembered that you didn’t like mayonnaise or what kind of wine you liked, but it was annoying when you couldn’t keep a secret away from him because he could read it in your face.

The truth was that Yoongi made the mistake of telling you how his mother didn't have a good relationship with his past girlfriends, in fact she didn’t even have a relationship at all with them. She had met all of them in other circumstances but never invited them to their house, she only needed one meeting to decide if she didn’t like them, and now you were in physical pain just thinking of the possibility that she didn’t like you either.

Of course that all this fuss came from your last experience with your ex boyfriend, who’s mother made it very clear that she didn’t like you. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact that you weren’t catholic, or maybe that she liked Dan’s ex girlfriend more, who knows? You didn’t want that to happen again. Different from Dan, you really wanted to stay in Yoongi’s life.

When you saw the first sign with the name of Yoongi’s hometown next to the highway, you finally admitted it, hoping that your boyfriend could give you an answer.

“How do I know if your mom doesn’t like me?” You asked him, automatically making him scoff.

“She won’t dislike you.” He just said.

Yoongi was a man of few words, but that wasn’t good enough for you.

“How do you know?” You insisted.

“Because I like you, don’t I?” He smugly answered, making you want to rip off his head for laughing at you.

“But you said your mother thinks you have bad taste in women.” You reminded him, but he shook his head in denial.

“You can’t rely on that.” He said “My mother also thinks that I should be a doctor, she has her own perspective of reality and it’s impossible to please her.”

“That doesn’t make me any less nervous.” You whined.

“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m sure that both of them will love you. You made them a pie!” He tried to encourage you, but you weren’t content yet, your mind couldn’t stop making scenarios.

“But what if they think ‘What a pretentious bitch, she wants to buy us with food’?” You kept insisting. Your question seemed rational to ask, but it only made him fail to suppress his laugh.

“They will think ‘What a nice girl, she made us a pie’!” He acted.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know how to make you believe me.” He laughed “I can tell you the truth, my mom is a complicated woman, it’s impossible to please her, but if you just be yourself she will like you, if you’re trying too hard that’s when she will dislike you.”

You still weren’t happy with his answer. He seemed too cool about the whole situation, you didn’t understand how he wasn’t at least a little nervous.

“Your advice sucks.” You spat, crossing your arms over your chest “Then, what if she doesn’t like the way I am?”

He sighed, thinking about it for a second. “I mean…” He said, dragging his words “What’s not to like?”

Then, you punched his arm, making him whine.

“Quit playing with me.” You cried.

At this point, Yoongi was just trying to mess with you. He wasn’t lying when he said his mom was complicated, but he also knew how excited she was to welcome Yoongi’s first girlfriend after so long. He knew she would be happy just knowing he wasn’t single anymore, but after meeting you he was sure she was going to love you. Maybe it was cruel, but he decided to keep that for himself.

“But I’m serious!” He protested, rubbing his arm “First, I know my dad will like you, and even if my mom is intense, she will like you too because I know her and I know you. You get along with older people, you’re smart, you know how to cook, you’re a future teacher. What else can I say to stop you from vomiting in my car?”

You kept silent for a minute like he had just scolded you, reevaluating if he had made a good point or not. Maybe you were right and someone like Yoongi’s mom would never like any of his son’s girlfriends, but maybe Yoongi was right and you were overreacting. It hurt you to admit that you were.

Yoongi had never seen a person more nervous than him to see his mom. In front of his eyes it appeared the same image of his mom’s face that he saw on his mind earlier that morning. Years passed before Yoongi stopped doing what his mother thought was best for him, even if sometimes she was right, sometimes she was not, he learned to stop caring what she thought of him. His brother had a more stable job, but it was not until recently that he got a stable girlfriend, so he had two points in the game. Even though his family was proud of him now, years ago her mother considered that his job was not stable and he had no girlfriend until three months ago, so back then he had zero points. Yoongi said fuck the game long ago, his mother’s claims had no effect on him anymore, but he didn’t expect you to react like this when he told you about his mother’s behaviour with his past girlfriends, he realized it was only logical, even if he knew his mother would like you.

“Stop.” You told him, the feeling on your stomach slowly disappearing.”You’re obsessed with me.”

You watched him trying to hide a smirk, but he didn’t deny it.

“You stop.” He said “Stop worrying, I’m sure everything is going to be fine.”

You were not willing to admit he was right, you decided to change the subject.

“So… Will they make us sleep in separate rooms?” You asked, “Since we’re not married.”

Your question was only innocent, it was genuine, but the clarification made Yoongi laugh.

“My mother is insane, not conservative.” He said, like it was hard to tell the difference. “Maybe a little old-fashioned, but no. Besides, I don’t think she thinks I’m saving myself for marriage.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was just asking.” You clarified “It’s not like I’m… fucking you in your parent’s house.”

“Why not?” He teased you, but you ignored him, refusing to take the conversation any further.

That seemed to clear the air at least for now, but when you arrived at his house he was not surprised at all to see you get along with his parents, especially his mother. You didn’t know that you already had a few points in her game thanks to Yoongi’s brother, and you gained even more when you offered to help with cooking. Yoongi thought that was a good sign, his mom never let anyone but his brother help with her food.

His mom kissed both of you in the face as she sent his dad to leave your bags in Yoongi’s room, and not even half an hour later you were in the kitchen, chatting with her as you rolled up your sleeves and started cutting carrots.

What a fool you had made of him, he laughed at him in secret when random sentences appeared on his mind when he looked at you. You were wearing a brown sweater and blue shorts and for a moment he thought you looked like the last day of spring, like summer but not quite summer, like summer before he met you, summer when he didn’t know your name or how your mouth tasted. He saw the dark green color of the walls and smelled the coffee from the morning and it seemed like you always belonged there, somehow, he found you just in time before his mom decided to change the color of the walls like she was telling you, you camouflaged yourself in them like you were part of the kitchen, like you were part of his home. You told his mom that it was a shame to change the color, you liked it that way.

When the food was ready you sat beside him. It only took one question from Yoongi’s dad, who just asked how old you were, to stop his mother from holding herself back and start bombing you with every question you could imagine, you didn’t mind, she was just curious. You tried to ask questions back, trying to know them just as much as they wanted to know you, but it was difficult when Yoongi’s mom was barely interested in something else that wasn’t your relationship with her son. From your job, to your career, your family and friends, and how and when you meet Yoongi. He felt like an observant, like he was five years old and his mother told him that he could only stay at the adult’s table if he could keep quiet. You always said that you struggled at being social, but you seemed so natural as you laughed and moved your hands, telling his father that you were sure that you were graduating this year.

“Yoongi barely graduated from high school!” His dad said, making you giggle.

After lunch he offered to wash the dishes as he saw you disappear in the back door with both his mom and dad, she explained that she wanted to introduce you to her plants in the garden. He craned his neck and tried to spy on you from the window of the kitchen, but he could hardly see you or hear anything. He was not sure if he could leave you alone with them yet, but he knew that you knew enough about plants to charm his mom.

As the day came to an end, you forgot why you were worried that morning. That night, Yoongi searched for you in his living room and found you sitting with his parents on his couch, freshly out of the shower as you shared a cup of tea and his mother showed you some family photos. Yoongi tried not to roll his eyes, it was just a matter of time until his mother pulled their family albums for the guest to see. He sat next to you and noticed that all of you were looking at a picture of him and his brother on a school day, there was a big smile plastered on Jeasung’s face, but a six year old Yoongi looked like someone stole his favorite toy, you laughed thinking it was the same upset face he had when something was bothering him, he still looked the same.

Yoongi’s mom explained that his youngest son never liked to wear his high school uniform, she told you that she had to dress him several hours earlier so he could get used to it and forget he was wearing it when it was time to leave.

“Of course he never got used to it.” She complained, “But it’s normal, life itself it’s like a uniform for this kid.” His mother never failed to tease Yoongi, and he only laughed because he heard you laughing.

But she was not wrong, Yoongi always thought that his clothes didn’t fit him well and that his shoes were uncomfortable for him, he never liked being in his parent's car for too long because the seatbelt was too tight. He was irrationally afraid of thunder and the dark, he liked to stay at home most of the time and watched maybe too much tv. As a kid Yoongi thought that perhaps his body belonged to another planet, he believed that someone dropped him on earth and expected him to get used to this life, a life that wasn’t for him, to a bed that couldn't fit him, to a house full of rules that he didn’t know how to follow. When he grew up he was quick to blame the rural town he was raised in, he used to say that it held him back, but when he moved to the city he found out there was no apartment big enough to fit his heart. And when he met you last summer, he noticed that suddenly his clothes fitted him just right and that his shoes were never the problem. Maybe his body never belonged to earth or to mars, but belonged to you. As he watched you observing his baby photos he remembered what Jungkook said, you liked simple things, he realized he liked them too.

He spent an hour with you and his parents, until his father decided to go to bed and Yoongi noticed it was his turn to take a shower, but his mother didn’t care that it was almost midnight, instead she poured you another cup of tea.

“I’ll go to take a shower.” Yoongi announced, “After that, we’ll go to sleep.”

“You don’t tell me when it’s my bedtime.” You joked, turning the page of the birthday photo album.

But when Yoongi got out of the shower after twenty minutes, he opened the door of his bedroom and found you there, changing into your pajamas. You jumped, startled when you saw him “You scared me.”

Yoongi murmured a quick ‘sorry’, sitting at the edge of the bed as he observed you change, noticing that your pajamas were actually just an old shirt of his.

There were many scenarios where Yoongi pictured you and him together, but this was never one of them. You, in the middle of his childhood bedroom doing basic things such as getting ready to bed. It was different from the bedroom at his apartment, this was the bedroom where he grew up and knew all his life, all those events from today made him feel like an arrow pierced through his chest and made his heart bleed, like he was high and couldn’t open his eyes properly because he was so blinded of love.

He wouldn’t like to call it the honeymoon phase, that would annoy him, but he could tell he was so drunk in you that the withdrawal of you being apart could hurt him terribly. That night he hoped to get tangled with your body one last time before giving away all his fears, he hoped to get in bed, kiss your face and whisper the truth to you, you were part of him, you had embedded yourself in his soul and now he couldn’t picture his childhood home without thinking that you were part of it all along, he had been waiting for you, he had been waiting to feel like everything was okay.

“It’s strange seeing you here.” He told you, making you turn around to see him “It's like running into your teacher in the supermarket.”

You giggled. “It’s strange for me too, being in the room where you probably brought a hundred girls.”

Yoongi looked around his room, asking himself how you didn’t notice yet. He thought that the poster of Slam Dunk in the back of the door would have given him away, maybe the stickers of Batman in his wardrobe, but you were dead serious. “You are crazy if you think I ever brought a girl to this room.”

You frowned, walking to lay in bed next to him. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not lying.” He insisted “When my brother left for college and left me the room I was like fourteen, I was not very popular with girls back then.”

“And later?” You questioned.

“Later I moved in with Seokjin when I was like seventeen. Besides, the fear that I had of my mom finding out that I sneaked someone here was stronger than anything else.”

You looked like you were doing the math in your mind, after calculating, you said one simple word that made Yoongi choke. “Virgin.” You pronounced.

Yoongi glared at you, offended. “No, you’re wrong, that doesn’t mean I was a virgin before moving in with Seokjin.”

“So your bed is a virgin.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Now Yoongi turned to you, laying on top of you and placing himself between your legs to kiss you softly. He was just trying to be sweet, but you knew better. He grabbed your hips and pressed you firmly against him, breaking the kiss to leave a few pecks on your lips. “I mean, if you want to…” He offered, making you scoff.

“I will kick you in the balls, stop.” You whined, grabbing him by his shoulders to stop him from kissing you again.

“Okay, I’ll stop for now.” He said, not really convincing you. For now, he changed the subject. “What did my mom tell you in the garden?”

You squint your eyes, trying to remember “Oh, nothing, really.” You replied, tilting your head to see him more clearly. “We were talking about her plants. She wanted to know how many I could name.”

He laughed just by thinking of it, of course his mom would do that.

“What, like a test?”

“It seemed like it.” You said, laughing too. “But the good news is that I think I passed.”

“That gave you points.”

“Do you think?” You wondered out loud “Do you think she liked me?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” He laughed, “I’ll get her review tomorrow, but dad already told me.”

“What did he say?” You wanted to know.

You noticed that Yoongi’s dad was very quiet, just like him, he said just the right amount of words, unlike his mother, who couldn't stop talking for a minute. Yoongi said that they complemented each other.

“He said you were a very polite girl, and that you were funny but too pretty for me.”

You pouted “That’s not true, you are a pretty boy.”

He smiled, fighting for his life not to blush “That’s what I said as well.”

“They don’t have much faith in you.” You joked. Yoongi sighed, thinking that it might be true, his dad joked and asked him where did he got you from, where in the word he had found you, he kept his answer to himself, he couldn’t say to his father that he felt like the stars aligned the day he met you, he would laugh in his face.

“You said it yourself, I have a bad boy reputation to keep up with.” He murmured, reminding you when he bought you a necklace and you said that you wouldn’t tell anyone that he was so sweet. “But I hoped that changed, he told me not to fuck up.”

You saw his smile and silently wondered when you were going to stop visibly melting under his gaze, the whole conversation had your heart jumping inside your chest, you were afraid it would run away from your chest.

“That’s great advice.” Your voice came as a whisper.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m trying.” He scoffed, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

As the silence took over the room, Yoongi felt your hands in the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair and feeling like it was time to sleep, but Yoongi’s mind was still racing.

“Did you have a good time today?” He asked before you fell asleep, you just hummed in response. “Will you come back with me next time?”

“Yes.” You laughed “Will you bring me back?”

“Of course.” He murmured against your neck “I didn’t bring you here just to meet my parents.”

“Didn’t you?” You frowned, making raise his head to look at you again. He shook his head in response. “Was there another reason?”

While you grabbed the wet strands of his hair that fell on his face to curl them around your fingers, he pretended to think his answer. “Yes, I brought you here so you know that I’m serious about you, I want you to be part of every part of my life.” He tried to sound cool, he hoped you didn’t notice he practiced that sentence the whole ride while you were sleeping and minutes ago in the shower.

You couldn’t escape from his words when he was just centimeters away from your face, it was impossible not to blush.

“Where is this coming from?” You asked, not being able to hide your smile.

Where was this coming from? He remembered suddenly. Yoongi knew you from head to toe, he memorized every part of you face, he knew every single mole in your body, he knew what sound you made when you were about to wake up, he knew exactly what you liked and you didn’t like, yet it was ridiculous how unsure he was about your decision to stay with him. In that moment where the light from the lamp on his nightstand illuminated the right side of your face and made only one of your eyes shine, he looked at you and could only read one thing in your eyes; ‘finally’, they said. How relieved he was in that instant.

“From a lot of places.” He confessed. “I don’t want to hide how I feel and make the same mistakes twice, so I needed to tell you.”

It was not shocking to you that Yoongi had these thoughts once in a while, but you were happy that he was okay with talking about it with you. “It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about that.” You whispered “But it’s nice to hear that, I want you in my life too, for as long as I can keep you.”

Yoongi laughed, you had no idea that it was the other way around.

“Forever, then.” He offered, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Okay, but first you have to tell me you love me.” You murmured “To seal the deal, so I can be sure.”

“I love you, baby.” He said in a sweet tone, making your heart melt like it was the first time you were hearing it, like it was a confession.

“That’s good news, I love you too.”

Friends

You always believed that to be a good lover, you had to be a good friend first. Maybe that’s why things didn’t work out with your last boyfriend, he hardly ever cared about you the way you cared about him. What’s love if not friendship first? A friend is always there, always knows what to say and if that’s not the case, a friend always listens. A friend always saves your seat in crowded rooms and knows how to read your mind when you want to escape. A friend knows every part of you, even the embarrassing ones, the most damaged ones. A friend knows your past and knows your flaws, knows your favorite songs and the food you don’t like. A friend knows that one person you despise and talks shit about them with you even if they don’t know them, a friend knows your family drama and maybe the color of your toothbrush.

Yoongi was that kind of friend to you, except that he also was the kind of friend who kissed you during the nights and early in the morning, a friend who shared shirts and socks with you, a friend who memorized every part of your body and the kind who took showers with you. If Yoongi wasn’t your friend you couldn’t let him see you hungover, or allow him to hold your hair if you were vomiting in the bathroom, you considered that it was a perfect balance.

Eight months after you began dating, he had left and returned from tour after three months of not seeing him. You barely saw him at the airport when you welcomed him that morning, but as soon as you arrived at his apartment, he fell asleep on his bed after a short kissing session. You only visited him once last month when he surprised you with a plane ticket as a present when he couldn’t be there for your graduation, but a month was too long to be apart from him, even if he texted and called every day and sent pictures of him after his shows. Now his hair was longer and you could see a bit of facial hair on his chin, but you liked him like that.

You wished you could wait for him to wake up to spend the night with him, but he had come back a few days earlier and you already had plans to go to a bar with Yongsun and Nayeon that same night, but you had promised Yoongi that when you were done you would make Nayeon drop you at his apartment.

What is love if not friendship first? If Yoongi wasn't your friend, you would never have allowed him to see you in the state you were in when you came back to his house that night.

Yoongi was about to hit the tenth hour of sleep when he was woken up by the sound of someone trying to open the door. In the distance, he heard the key hitting the wood but never entering the lock, he knew it was you, but he was too sleepy to realize that you were far too drunk to open the door in the first try (or the second and third one). You told him you were coming back not after two, but when he looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was almost five, he decided to stay in bed, thinking that you were just struggling to open the door in the dark. When he thought he was about to enter into another dream, his sleep was once again interrupted by the sound of your high heels stumbling through the hallway. Were you with someone? Your laugh could reach his ears from his bedroom, were you alone? What were you laughing about?

He should’ve known you weren’t in your five senses before your silhouette appeared at the entrance of your bedroom, now with your shoes in your hands, leaning on the wall as you tried not to stumble with your own feet. You clearly didn’t notice he was awake, so he took advantage of that.

In the dark, he saw you walking towards the mirror beside his bed, covering your mouth and trying not to laugh when you saw your reflection. Your make up was ruined and your hair was a mess, for some reason it was the funniest thing to you.

Yoongi waited silently on the bed until you decided to join him, but you seemed to be taking your time, soon enough you began stripping from your clothes as you danced to a song playing in your mind, then you began to hum it. You left your jacket on the floor, then you decided to unzip the black dress you were wearing, staying in your underwear only. Yoongi couldn’t recognize the song, he felt like it was a private moment between you and yourself only, even if he had seen you with less clothes than that, he felt guilty for spying on you, but it was too funny to look away. He tried not to laugh and pursed his lips when he saw that you had almost finished your little dance, you brushed your hair with your fingers and adjusted your underwear. Before you got into bed, you turned around and took one last look in the mirror, except this time you were notably checking your butt.

You giggled one last time before getting under the covers. He closed his eyes, scared to be caught watching you.

He felt your hands shaking his head, trying to wake him up. “Bubba, I’m here.” You slurred, hugging his body close to yours. Yoongi pretended to wake up and opened his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked, faking a sleepy tone on his voice and wrapping his arms around your torso. “Why are you naked?”

“I’m not… naked.” You chuckled “Not completely.”

Yoongi took a second to scan your face in the dark, which was smudged with dark gray eyeshadow and glitter. That night you seemed to have worn red lipstick, but now it was all faded, that happened when you drank (vodka, he could smell it).

“It’s cold.” He informed you, feeling your cold feet trying to find his own so he could warm them. “And it’s late.”

It was not usual for you to get drunk, so Yoongi had barely seen this phase of you in the last months. He quickly learned that you were a happy drunk, laughing at him when he told you it was too late to wake him up. It was funny, and Yoongi thought it was the end of it, but when you kissed him, trying to shut him up, he knew you were going to be awake for a bit longer before finally sleeping.

It turned out that you didn’t only smell like vodka, but you taste like it too, that and watermelon as well. If you hardly ever got drunk it was because you didn’t like most alcoholic drinks, of course you were going to get drunk with cocktails. But your kiss was slow and sweet, and he liked watermelon after all. You only pulled away to kiss his nose.

“Did you have a good time?” He asked, hoping that small talk will tire you, needless to say that he was about to fail.

“I was missing you the whole time.” You replied, taking him by surprise when you began to straddle his lap to get on top of him, leaning to kiss his lips again. “But yes, I did.”

“What about your friends?” He murmured against your lips, but you didn’t want to stop kissing him. “Was Nayeon the designated driver?”

“Mhm, yes. She had to take care of me.” You laughed, sneaking your hands under his shirt. “She was afraid I would throw up in her new car.”

Yoongi was sure you were staining him with the red lipstick that remained on your lips when you began to leave small kisses on his neck, but you seemed happy, so he supposed it was okay. “I would be afraid of that too.” He joked. “What about Yongsun?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe me.” You exclaimed, being a bit too loud “She danced with a guy and kissed him, he wanted to go home with her.”

“What?” He asked, running his hands down your thighs. “Did she say yes?”

“Mmm, no, girl’s night only. But can you imagine?”

Yoongi hummed, happy to hear you talk about your night but knowing that you were not in the mood for sleeping yet. “What about you?” He continued to ask “Did you dance with a lot of boys?”

You gasped at the assumption “Me? Of course not.” You denied, leaning forward to kiss him again. “However, I must confess, I’m a pretty girl, bubba, a lot of guys approached me.”

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, not willing to picture the image in his head. You nodded “And what did you say to them?”

“I said that I was not interested because I have a boyfriend.” You said in a pout, encouraging him to kiss you again.

Even if he tried to be strong and send you to sleep, he was too tangled in your games to run away from your kisses, or from you anyway. “Mhm, such a good girl.” He hummed against your mouth.

Suddenly, you pulled away from him. “Don’t say that.” You whined. “I’m already horny and I know you won’t fuck me since I’m tipsy.”

A loud laugh escaped from Yoongi’s mouth, surprised at your confession. “Are you horny?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”

“I didn’t.” He denied. “And you’re not tipsy, you’re drunk as hell.”

“Whatever.” You huffed. “I was thinking about it the whole ride home.”

“Is that why you’re naked?” He kept laughing.

“I’m not naked.” You insisted. “But yes…”

Over the past months you naturally made a lists of ‘do not fuck if’ without noticing. You were the one who started it, telling him that you weren’t going to have sex if you were already showered or if it was wednesday, which was the day you were most tired. You had made very clear that you weren’t going to fuck him if you were on his parent’s house or while having a shower in your apartment if Nayeon was around. Of course Yoongi was the one who tried to do it in all those situations like it was a bucket list for him, but he had only one condition that could not be broken: do not fuck if you’re drunk. This was never a problem until that night.

Yoongi noticed that you were letting too many words out of your mouth, words that you would be embarrassed to remember you said the next day, that’s when he knew that it was time to sleep, but first, he wanted to tease you just a little more, that was allowed.

He grabbed your hips and put you down next to him, pressing your body against his. “And what were you thinking?” He asked you, making you believe that he was about to break. You were too drunk to notice that he was just playing with you.

“I don’t know If I can say.” You whispered, grazing your fingers over his face.

“C’mon, baby, you can tell me.” He insisted, but he had an idea of what you were thinking. “You wanted to ride me?”

“Well, yes.” You sighed, looking at his lips, tempted to catch them between your teeth. “But I really don’t have the energy to do that now, so then I thought that you should do all the work.”

It was maybe the first time that Yoongi heard you talk about sex like it was a procedure. “All the work?” He laughed. “Should I just open your legs and do all the work?”

You seemed offended by that offering. You frowned, shaking your head. “No!” You protested, “You must be… romantic.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I’m always romantic.” He said, reaching for your lips, opening your mouth lazily to briefly introduce his tongue, getting your hopes high again. You gripped his shirt, but he pulled away before you could do something else. “Am I not? I bring you to my house, I fuck you in my bed, I let you sleep naked on it, I make you breakfast. I’m romantic.”

“But you aren’t being very romantic right now.” You murmured against his mouth. “And I’m not naked.”

“I’m not fucking you tonight, you’re very drunk and I can be romantic in other ways.” He finally said, but you weren’t willing to give up yet.

“I don’t want other ways.” You kept insisting “I’m literally begging you.”

“You always do that, though.” He said, too cheeky for his own good. You rushed to cover his mouth with your hands, as if there was someone else in the room hearing.

“You can’t say that out loud.” You cried, trying to prevent him from talking again, but he was quick, biting your pinky finger to get himself free. You protested, but he didn’t pay attention.

“You’re the one begging to be fucked.” Yoongi laughed, but the frown on your face wasn’t going away. “Meet me halfway here, I can kiss you until you fall asleep if you want.” He tried to negotiate.

“You can kiss me somewhere else.” You said, making him snort. “I’m conscious enough, and I missed you this whole month”

“No, you’re not. And you’re going to regret saying that when you wake up.”

“Yoongi!” You cried.

“Oh, is it ‘Yoongi’ now?” He asked, wrapping you around one of his arms and making you rest your head on his shoulder, getting you ready to sleep. “It’s only ‘bubba’ when you’re trying to fuck me?”

“It’s only ‘Yoongi’ when I’m mad at you.” You groaned.

“I don’t care, it’s past your bedtime.”

“I didn’t know I had a curfew.” You kept trying to fight him.

“Tonight you do.”

“That sounded hot.” Now you were beginning to test your boyfriend’s patience.

“Oh my god.” He sighed, running one of his hands over his face.

“I like when you talk with a deep voice and you get all serious.” You kept going with your rant, but he was not having it anymore.

“Fine, stop.” He rushed to say “You can tell me all about that tomorrow, I promise I’ll do anything you ask me, but now it’s time to sleep.”

You turned your head to the clock beside you and saw the hour you came back home, you had no idea it was that late. “You could say it’s early.”

“Baby…” He warned you, last warning. Your gaze was kind of blurry and you were not as conscious as you bragged to be. It was difficult to admit that you were about to give up.

“Okay, I’ll sleep.” You said, snuggling near his chest, “But is the kissing session offer still available?”

“No, I don’t trust you anymore.” Yoongi had already closed his eyes “But I can allow a reduced amount of kisses.”

Finally surrendering to his conditions, you stretched out a bit and kissed him three times before falling asleep.

After that night you made sure no one else saw you that drunk, it was like a part of you that you didn’t know. You would have preferred not to remember anything the next day you woke up, but you remembered every single thing that you said. Even if someone erased your memory, Yoongi would have been there to remind you of the whole conversation, he couldn’t stop teasing you for the whole month.

A friend surely was in charge to stop other people seeing you in that state before you start vomiting every word that crossed your mind, but that wouldn’t prevent him from keeping those moments to himself. You promised to control yourself the next morning, but you forgot about it weeks later when you shared way too many glasses of wine with Yoongi one night, luckily there was no one around, and this time you weren’t drunk on vodka like before, so Yoongi laid on the couch and poured you the last glass before deciding it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep, if were for you, you would have spent the whole night there, talking with him without noticing the words were slipping out you mouth.

You could tell that his eyes were becoming smaller and that his voice sounded deeper, he was getting sleepier but you couldn’t stop talking.

“We should get in bed already.” He announced “Before you tell me all your secrets and regret it the next day.”

“I’m not that drunk, you’re just trying to get rid of me.” You snuggled next to him, shaking your head. “And I don’t think that will work, you already know all my secrets.”

“Do I?” He doubted.

“Mhm.”

“Like what?”

Maybe Yoongi didn’t notice, but you told him a million things that you never told anyone else.

“Like when I told you that I shoplifted that MAC store back home.” You reminded him, making him laugh. “I don’t tell that to anyone because people think I would steal their makeup.”

“But you were like seventeen.” He said.

“Well, but I don’t regret it.” You admitted.

“You just told me that because I don’t use any makeup.”

You huffed, thinking about it “Maybe I keep a secret or two from you.” You confessed. “But a girl needs to have secrets.”

“Like what?” He asked again.

“Don’t manipulate me into telling you my secrets.” You said, dragging your words. He chuckled, leaning to kiss your lips briefly.

“Tell me all your secrets.” He insisted, whispering against your lips. You swallowed, feeling like his piercing eyes were burning your skin.

“I can’t tell you all of them.” You tried to be firm.

“How many you’ve got?” He kept insisting.

“A few… I don’t know.” You answered, counting them in your head, but you were too tipsy to even try. Even if you could, you would forget half of them.

“Tell me five.” He said, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. Taking advantage of your position and kissing you once again, hoping you would fall for him, he tried to melt you with slow kisses while caressing your bare thighs with his fingertips. Yoongi was fine with you having secrets, he just wanted to know what you had to say that night.

You sighed against his mouth, “That’s too much.”

“I’m fine with three.”

You guessed you could find three things you never told anyone, three things that you knew Yoongi would keep for you.

(It should be noted that Jungkook’s plan to get you back together was off limits, you were drunk, not dumb)

“I never liked Nayeon’s food.” You said “She thinks that I always cook because I enjoy it but the truth is that I don’t like it when she does. But it’s a secret, don’t ever tell her.”

You didn’t want to be rude, so you kept it a secret. You thought that Yoongi would be surprised for some reason, or maybe it was your drunk self thinking that what you were saying was very shocking, but Yoongi looked like he already knew.

“Is that your secret?” He complained “I already knew that, it’s not a secret for me.”

“How did you know?” You asked, wide-eyed.

“I can see it in your face.” He explained. “I don’t think she knows, but I sure do.”

“Don’t ever tell her, Yoongi.” You begged like he was threatening to do it. “I tried to help her, but she never gets better.”

“Don’t worry.” He assured you “Your secret is safe with me.”

You believed him, even if he didn’t consider it a secret you kept from him. You tried to think of something that he couldn’t know just by looking at your face, which was the most difficult thing when Yoongi could read every expression of you.

“Okay, I have one that I don’t think you’ll guess.”

“Fine, let’s see.”

“I don’t like when you use socks in bed.” You spat “It’s really uncomfortable and you end up taking them off in the middle of the night.”

Now Yoongi was surprised, he never thought you were so bothered about his socks.

“Are you serious?” He questioned, but you seemed really sure of your statement.

“I’m serious.” You confirmed. “You do it especially at my apartment, you never care to look for them after you take them off and they just stay in the sheets until I find them. Do you know how many of your pairs of socks I have in my closet?”

Your boyfriend frowned at the question. He always bragged about being an organized person, what do you mean he has been forgetting socks at your place? What do you mean he never noticed?

“You don’t like when I wear socks to sleep?” He checked again, only for you to confirm it once again by shaking your head. “That doesn’t sound like a secret, that just sounds like you have a problem with me wearing socks when we sleep.”

You rolled your eyes “I get that you have cold feet, but once you are under the covers they get warm, you should know that since you take them off in the middle of the night.”

“Are you asking me to stop wearing socks in bed?” He asked, pretending to be offended. Of course you were too drunk to notice that, and even if he was almost completely sober, he seemed to be infected with your drunkenness as he spent more time beside you. The conversation began to sound silly, but he couldn’t stop pushing the topic. Was it so wrong that he forgot his socks between your sheets?

“I’m not asking you anything.” You whined, throwing your head back against his shoulder. “I’m just telling you my second secret.”

Yoongi scrunched his nose. “Your secrets are not really secrets, baby.” He said, making you roll your eyes again.

“Whatever, that’s all you’re gonna get.”

“Mmm, no. You still have one left.” He reminded you.

You raised your chin, realizing he was right.

Even drunk you could remember that there was a cabinet of secrets that you couldn’t say out loud, not even to Yoongi, like Jungkook’s plan or the things that made you jealous, they were things that maybe you were not ready to tell him yet, not because of him but because you really believed you should keep a few things for yourself. As he booped your nose with the tip of his finger, you thought that you could share at least one of that kind.

“Fine, but don’t laugh at me.” You warned him.

He raised both hands, claiming to be innocent. “I would never.” He assured you.

You squint, but in the end you just said it. “I like babies, I want one someday.” You confessed “Maybe a boy, but I’m fine with anything. I want to raise them in a house with a backyard in a pool. I never had a pool and my backyard was scary as hell, the grass was as tall as me.”

That did sound like a secret to Yoongi, he never knew about that. He stayed there, feeling like the blood drained from his face, even if he wanted to make fun of you, those words were now stuck on his throat. Surprised that having a baby was an illusion of yours, he didn’t know how he never noticed. He saw you cooing at babies on the street and how you were always so good tutoring middle school kids back when you hadn't graduated yet, but the thought never crossed his mind, he never saw you that way.

“You want to be a mother?” He asked. It seemed like you generated a short circuit in his brain.

“Yes, that’s what it means to have a baby.” You said.

“But when?” He continued to ask, almost worried. You laughed at that, of course you didn’t mean now.

“Someday, I don’t know. When I get the house with the pool, maybe when I find someone that wants a baby too.” You teased him, observing how he stopped looking surprised and he began to look upset.

“What do you mean when you find someone?” He protested. “I’m right here!”

“Mmm, I’m not sure about that.” You said, turning around to face him. He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, if that was possible. “Do you want a baby, bubba?”

“Yes.” He affirmed without hesitation. “I want a baby if it’s with you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, intertwining your fingers in the back of his neck “You don’t just say that to a girl.”

You were right, people just don’t say that to girls, but you weren’t just a girl for him. Right there, wrapped around your fingers, he felt his heart hammering against his chest, he never had that kind of conversation with anyone else, he wondered if any of his past girlfriends ever thought about sharing more than the present with him. Yoongi didn’t want to keep living in the past, but he couldn’t help but think about how different it was with you, even if it was terrifying to think that someone could trust him with being… a dad, that sounded so weird. The idea of having a kid was maybe years away from that moment, he couldn’t even grasp it. Babies were the epitome of fear for him, but he smiled at the thought that you had been thinking about it, it warmed his heart to think that you included him in the picture.

Yoongi couldn’t even think about the future without feeling dizzy, he was happy being your boyfriend, but it was like you pinched him and woke him up with that secret, was that what he wanted all this time? Maybe.

Being fair, he thought he should confess something as well.

“You aren’t just any girl to me.” He said “You’re the girl I love, the love of my life.”

Suddenly, you felt your heart dropping to your stomach “Am I?” You managed to ask.

Being in love was a curse, being in love with Yoongi was even worse. After eight months of dating him you still melted like butter when he opened his mouth and dropped the sweetest sentence he could ever say.

“Of course, I fought a lot with myself to figure that out, so I won’t back down now.” He murmured.

“I’m glad that you won, then.” You chuckled, leaving a peck on his lips.

He grabbed your face to keep you close to him and looked you straight in the eye, not willing to let it go yet. “Baby, please.” He asked, low enough so only you could hear him “Don’t have a baby with anyone else.”

You bit back a smile, trying to be serious. “I can promise that if you promise not to tell anyone my secrets.”

Yoongi nodded repeatedly, “I can promise that.”

Good thing that a friend knew how to keep secrets.

Now the bottle of wine was empty and your head began to spin more than before, it was about time that you vomited your last words of the night.

“And by the way,” You said, catching his attention with your sleepy voice “I feel like you’re the love of my life too.”

What would Yoongi of the past think of the Yoongi that was seated next to you now? He wouldn’t believe he was now hanging by a thread, hoping that your next words wouldn’t be your last and being so in love that his heart was about to give up. That's how it felt to listen to you, drunk and tired, confessing once again your love for him.

“How is it that you feel it?” He asked, curious enough to let his mind speak for him.

“Do you think it’s too early to tell?” You wondered out loud. “I never loved anyone like you, I don’t think this would ever happen to me again. I just feel it on my chest.”

That made sense, Yoongi felt it on his chest too. He didn’t want the feeling to wear off as one month faded into another, but it stayed, he guessed you were the reason. There wasn’t a trace of doubt in your eyes, he could only hope you saw the same thing in him.

Home

Fridays were always the same since you started at your new teaching job at a high school near Yoongi’s apartment, you woke up in your bed, took the subway, tried to finish your hours peacefully and visited Yoongi to have dinner with him.

This time was different, you took the subway back home and tried not to look at your phone.

You reminded yourself that fights in relationships were normal, but you didn’t expect Yoongi to still be mad after three days. After the big fight you had that night that made you think you wouldn’t see him again, you decided to communicate better, to talk things before exploding, so you didn’t have big fights since then, maybe silly ones about house rules or tiny discussions that were long forgotten within an hour, but never three days.

If you ever thought that Yoongi could not be any more stubborn, you were wrong.

It started on wednesday, when you came to visit like every other day, but he seemed to be drowning in his thoughts, dragging his feet and zoning out every five minutes without realizing. It was not about work, that much you knew, there was something else in his mind, but he didn’t say a word about it.

When you began washing the dishes, he stood by your side, quiet as ever, letting you do all the talking about your day and hardly answering your questions. You were almost sure you had nothing to do with his mood, if something was bothering him he was the first one to bring it up, but this was not the case. He usually saved these moments to tell you something about his week as he waited for you to finish, he struggled to get the words out, but at the end he just said it.

It turned out that Yoongi had some trouble with some deal he closed a few weeks ago, he had been offered to make an appearance at a rap show that was being held a month from now, someone had stepped down last minute and he was offered the spot. He would love to do it, the only reason he wasn’t part of the initial line up was because he had a break planned for this time of the year.

Yoongi had said yes, signed the contract, closed the deal, and the next week found out by Hoseok that none other than Park Jimin was hosting the event. Once again, Yoongi felt like a coward, wanting to call it quits and forget about the whole thing. All of his friends who were going to be part of the show laughed at him for not being aware that his ex best friend was hosting and was also one of the headliners, but these weeks Yoongi had been too caught up with normal life to know who was performing at a show he wasn’t going to be part of to begin with, and yes, maybe he was going to go since he was probably going to get free tickets from his friends who were performing, like Namjoon or Hoseok.

He felt like someone slapped him on the face when he realized he was an adult and couldn’t run away just because Jimin was part of the event.

You knew Jimin and Yoongi's history too well, they met each other as soon as Yoongi arrived to Seoul when he was seventeen, he was still renting recording studios per hour, selling his tracks for cheap prices to pay the rent of the dorm that shared with Seokjin and working full time delivering pizza. Jimin was an aspiring dancer and singer, it was like underdogs seemed to find each other in the streets of Seoul, when Jimin met Yoongi no one could separate him from his older friend.

Ten years of friendship didn’t disappear just like that, Yoongi began to distance himself from everybody as soon as Dasom, his ex girlfriend, started to have problems and her addiction became worse, mostly from Jimin.

Maybe Jimin had a list of reasons that made him want stop seeing Yoongi for good, reasons that chased Yoongi in his sleep every october when he knew Jimin’s birthday was approaching, but he knew that Jimin’s last straw was when Dasom was too drunk at a gathering full of his friends and began to make Jimin uncomfortable when she began to crack jokes about cancer. Dasom was always known for his “dark humor” and not being politically correct, but no one expected her to make those jokes when one of Jimin’s closest friends had passed away of that same disease not even a year ago. Jimin stormed out of the room, having Yoongi follow him to try and talk to him. Back then Yoongi thought Dasom was too overtaken by his addiction to even understand what she was saying, but Jimin knew she never liked the relationship he had with Yoongi, she was jealous she didn’t take all the attention from him, the same happened with his brother and family. Yoongi didn’t want to see it, he wasn’t trying to defend her but he asked him not to pay her attention. Jimin couldn’t do that, he was heartbroken, not hurt by Dasom but hurt by his friend’s words, he wished Yoongi would have stood up for him, said something since his words got stuck in his throat as he expected someone to say anything because he couldn’t utter a word. Yoongi regretted it every night, he will always remember how Jimin said that Dasom had always been horrible as a person, she always made those kinds of jokes and Yoongi just tried to ignore them because he loved her, this wasn’t nothing new of her. That was the last time they talked, even if Yoongi tried to call him, Jimin was determined not to see him ever again, too hurt to even think of talking to him again.

Still so stubborn, that wednesday night, after he vomited all his thoughts, he hoped for you to say that he should go to the show, and that he shouldn’t be uncomfortable around Jimin, he hoped to hear you saying that even if it was bad that he defended Dasom in that situation, Jimin should’ve understood that Yoongi was in a shitty place and couldn’t be in the middle of the two of them. Imagine how upset he was when you told him that you understood his position back then, but maybe he should consider calling Jimin before overthinking the whole situation and figure things out with him, he should at least try, maybe something good could come out of it.

Yoongi was not happy with that answer, he just wanted to hear you say something that just magically would make him feel okay, he was terrified of facing Jimin after so many years. The outcome was different, he went asleep upset and stopped texting after you left for work the next day.

You weren’t mad at him, he needed time to think, you knew that he just wanted someone to endorse his stubborn behavior of running away from his problems.

That night you ate alone, Nayeon was suspiciously out (not to party) for the fourth friday this month, so you were on your own. There were no texts from anybody on your phone, no missed calls, no instagram messages of cat videos, no invitations to a party, not even a mail from the school. Being a substitute teacher wasn’t so hard for now, you had taken the job of a teacher who had a maternity leave, but you supposed she was a workaholic since she sent you the full schedule for the rest of the school year, so that left you with almost no work for the weekend expect for the papers you had to grade.

Embracing your loneliness, you took out a pot of ice cream and put on a movie for the rest of the night.

You thought that a night without you wouldn’t kill Yoongi, but as your eyes started to close and the movie was coming to an end, the sound of your vibrating phone startled you from your sleep. It was past midnight when Yoongi called you.

“Hello?” You answered, your sleepy voice reaching the other line.

“Were you sleeping?” He asked, without even saying hi.

“No, I’m in a club and came to the bathroom to answer.” You teased him, you could almost see how he rolled his eyes.

“Ha-ha, so funny.” He said. “What were you doing?” His voice was soft, being careful knowing you hadn’t spoken since you left his house.

“Just watching a movie, about to sleep, actually.”

There was a few seconds of silence on his line, but then, he made the question he was planning to ask when he called. “Why didn't you come home today?”

“I have a home of my own, actually.” You said, not breaking character.

“You know what I mean.” He insisted.

“I just didn’t think you wanted me there today.” You were just saying that to talk about the topic, sometimes Yoongi believed he could get away from trouble without facing it first.

“Don’t be silly, I always want you here.”

You rolled in bed, looking at the window to check if it was raining yet, but it wasn’t, though the sky looked like it was about to.

“I don’t know about that.” You said in a high pitch. “I was getting another message when you stopped texting yesterday.”

Yoongi was still not ready to admit he got mad at you.

“I guess we’re from different generations, I’m not on my phone all the time like you.” He tried to defend himself.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You huffed. “We’re not from different generations when you ask for nudes in the middle of the night, aren’t we?”

You heard Yoongi almost choking, struggling to find words to fight you back on the other line.

“Fine.” He said, giving up “You’re right, I’m sorry for not texting. And I’m sorry for getting mad at you, I wasn’t ready to hear what you said, I just needed some time alone.”

You sighed, hearing how the rain began to hit against your window.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You told him “You can take your time, just don’t lock yourself alone in your room forever.”

Yoongi smiled as he laid on his bed, wishing you were there with him. “Can’t promise that.” He joked, making you laugh.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, the sound of the rain filling the room as you waited for the other one to say something else.

“What were you doing awake this late, grandpa?” You murmured, wrapping yourself in the blankets once again.

“I wanted to talk to you, to say sorry, tell you something.” He answered, making you curious.

“What you wanted to tell me?”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, about calling Jimin.” He said “I don’t know, I was not ready to consider that, not ready to get rejected by him.”

“Things can always be different.” You encouraged him.

“Well, yes. I know, but my mind works in strange ways.” He laughed, you sensed a bit of wavering in his voice “I made a decision today and I called him, just got off the phone with him.”

You gasped, startling him from the other side of the phone. “Really?” You almost yelled, the excitement leaking from your voice. “What did you say? What did he say?”

“Not as much as I would want to, I told Namjoon to get me his number and he did, I spent the whole day thinking of what should I said, imagining what he would tell me” He replied “He picked up, didn’t sound angry or mad, just surprised, I told him I regretted taking so long, he told me it was okay, we talked for about an hour without thinking about our fight, I actually talked him about you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I told him you were the one who pushed me to call him, and then decided to meet to… talk properly.” It took almost three years for Yoongi to make that call, and Jimin only seemed to be struck by nostalgia when he heard Yoongi’s voice, he hadn’t stopped thinking about his friend either. It was weird, it wasn’t like he wasn’t angry anymore, but both regretted how things ended. Yoongi didn’t know that, for some reason, he thought that for Jimin it was easier to forget about him.

“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you.” You said in a high pitched voice. “Everything will work out fine, I know it because you deserve it.”

“I hope it works out too.” He murmured under his breath. “I just wanted to thank you, I guess you were right. You are always right, it’s annoying.”

“You should get used to it already.”

“Yeah, I suppose I should.” He said, you could almost hear him smile. “I’m still upset that you didn’t come home, we could still be mad at each other while cuddling.”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that.” You laughed just by thinking of that situation “I’m having a pretty good time in my bed without your big feet taking up all the space.”

“That’s rude.” He sounded offended. “I’m sure you like my big feet.”

“Oh my god, gross, shut up.” You said, scrunching your nose.

“Whatever, I’m just saying… You should drop by.”

“Now?” You asked, “It already started to rain.”

“I’ll send an uber.” He offered.

“How romantic, I thought you were going to come pick me up.” You kept teasing him.

“The car is in the garage and I’m on my bed already, romanticism can wait until you get here.” He tried to convince you without much success.

“I don’t see why you should stay comfortable on your bed and I should go to you.”

“Because you love me, I don’t know.” He chuckled “C’mon, baby, I just want to sleep with you tonight, in my bed.”

He didn’t need to beg too much before you folded, it didn’t take much to convince you when he said he was going to pay the uber, so you put on a hoodie and your flip flops and waited for the uber at your doorstep.

“Were you just booty calling me?” You managed to get out, sinking your knees in Yoongi’s mattress and grabbing his shoulders to gain some balance.

This was supposed to be a cold rainy night, you were supposed to get in Yoongi’s bed and cuddle before falling asleep. That was the usual routine of fridays, you visited him after work and took a nap before dinner was ready, you left parties and meetings with your friends for the weekends, friday nights were to rest. You began to believe that you spent too much time next to Yoongi the way you refused to leave the house after ten pm, especially during winter.

You knew him too well not to notice how the situation was getting sidetracked the more time you spent together in that bed. He hugged you and showered you with kisses as he apologized for not texting or calling once again, asking you about your day and talking about Jimin a little bit more before his kisses began to trail down your neck and his warm hands sneaked under your big shirt, pulling you closer to catch your lips between his teeth.

“Don’t say that.” He groaned, thrusting languidly inside you as his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, setting a slow pace “I just missed you.”

Shutting you up with a kiss, you knew it was one of those nights for Yoongi. You didn’t know if you finally managed to break him at times, but there were nights like these when he couldn’t help but show how maniacally in love he was. He got rid of your clothes and took all the time in the world just for you, burying his head in your neck, being patient and careful, sucking love bites on your chest, showering you in praises and sweet words, fucking you deep and slow as he tried to prolong the feeling of your walls dragging up and down his cock for as long as possible.

He loved to tease and play with you, but he discovered he also loved giving you what you wanted just how you wanted, hearing you purr in his ear and sigh in relief as he sank himself inside your pussy, running his hands all over you body and fucking you lazily enough for you not to know when your orgasm was about to hit.

Arching your back, you pressed your body against him to meet his hips with urgency. He had been drilling in and out of you for a hot minute now, you began to feel your body becoming hotter, or maybe it was just his body, burning on top of you as he rolled his hips against you, responding to your body in an attempt to drive you insane.

“My sweet girl.” He murmured, brushing his lips against your own “Made just for me, always fitting me so well.”

He stole a kiss from your swollen lips, opening your mouth to slip his tongue inside, sucking on your tongue until you forgot how to kiss him properly and moaning on his mouth.

You felt yourself getting tighter around him, you supposed that by now you were well adjusted to his body but every time you seemed to be wrong. You felt his skin brushing over your clit and his body getting heavier on top of you, your orgasm began to build so slowly that you almost didn’t notice it, “I think I’m close.” You cried, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He nodded, kissing your forehead “I know, baby. I’m close too.” He breathed out, his hand reaching for one of your hands to intertwine your fingers with him. “Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Just… inside me, please.” You pleaded, too intoxicated to think of anything else. He already knew your answer, but your words made his cock throb inside you anyway, making you shut your eyes closed, overwhelmed as he pounded inside you, picking up a faster pace.

It didn’t go unnoticed to Yoongi how in love he felt that night, he was sure that your whines and the little sounds you made were going to chase him in his sleep for a whole week, echoing through his mind, making him wake up in the middle of the night feeling like his skins was on fire. His mind didn’t make fully sense that you were his, so he had to repeat it out loud to you all the time. “Mmm, do you want me to fill you up?” His voice sounded raspy, meaning that he was in the same position as you, he could barely handle the way you were clenching around him.

You nodded repeatedly, not willing to open your mouth in case your voice failed you, but Yongi got drunk with the expression on your face, your mouth hanging open as you moaned, your hooded eyes fighting to see him clearly and your swollen lips just begging to be bit. You squeezed his hand, letting him know you were just a second to come undone, “Baby I’m- Shit, shit, shit.” Your words were cut by the feeling of shock waves of pleasure washing all over your body, sobbing his name as he helped you ride your climax, pounding in and out of your cunt as your whole body shivered.

“You did so well, baby.” He hissed, thrusting for the last time, urging to reach his own climax “Such a good girl.”

Just the sound of you sobbing his name was enough for him to finally snap, spilling himself inside you as he groaned your name, pounding inside you for the last time before he carefully removed himself from you, crumbling on top of you.

Yoongi looked at you, with eyes full of love, about to fall asleep. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder “And this wasn’t a booty call.” He cared to clarify once again. You ran your fingers through his hair, laughing. “Sometimes things turn out like this.”

“Yeah, I know, I was just teasing you.” You guaranteed him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“This is not fair, anyway.” He complained “If I want to see you in the middle of the night you have to take an uber to see me, it’s not fair.”

“I live only twenty minutes away, Yoongi.” You reminded him, but he didn’t like that answer, he rolled his eyes.

“I want you to live zero seconds away.” You heard him mumble against your neck “I don’t like this anymore.”

“What is that you don’t like?” You inquired, pulling away to see him properly.

“That you spend more time with Nayeon than with me.” He explained, making you giggle.

“Well, but someone has to pay the other half of the rent.” You said.

He huffed, grazing your fingers over your face “Mmm, I don’t care about that. I just don’t like you being away for so long.”

“For so long?” You repeated, laughing at him “Three days is that long?”

Of course it was, you knew it.

“Three days is eternity, baby.” He groaned, closing his eyes shut “I want to come home to you, don’t you?”

You tried to ignore your heart hammering against your ribcage, “I miss you all the time when you’re not with me,” You confessed, a smirk tugged from the corner of his lips, he looked at you for a second and then scoffed.

“You’re so cheesy.” He blurted out. You wasted no time in punching his arm, making him groan.

“And you’re so mean.” You complained “Don’t you miss me all the time as well?”

As much as Yoongi liked to tease you, you were right. “Yes, I do, I miss you all the time.” He admitted “I miss you right now knowing you will leave me tomorrow.”

“At least I can promise that I’ll text you.” You kept teasing him, but he was very persistent about his argument, he didn’t want to hear any of that.

“No, I don’t want you texting me.” He murmured, pulling you by your waist to press you to his bare torso. “Move in with me, baby.”

Yoongi watched your eyes widen in surprise, not knowing if he was serious.

“You want me to live with you here?” You asked, just in case.

“Yeah, this is basically your home too.”

“But what if you get sick of me?” You tried to argue, half joking, half being honest “What if you don’t like how I make the bed and how I fold my clothes?”

Yoongi squinted his eyes, wondering if that was a real concern of yours “I think we can figure that out along the way.”

You didn’t miss the feeling on your stomach when you thought about living here with him. You had been sharing lives for quite some time now, when he wasn’t at your apartment you were here, when you weren’t sleeping on his bed, he was sleeping in yours, but the routine of everyday was different, Nayeon was always around and you couldn’t act like the apartment was all yours. On the other hand, you could wander around freely at Yoongi’s apartment, you could wake up in your underwear and walk around the house as you prepared breakfast without problem, could dance in the kitchen without fearing that someone would catch you and hang out in the living room for as long as you wanted. But apart from that, waking up next to Yoongi every morning sounded really nice, he felt more like home than anybody else.

“Okay, deal.” You said “But I think I will miss sleeping with you in my bed.”

Yoongi snorts, mocking you. “Yeah, sure. Good thing I won’t.”

It was sad for you to see your bed go when someone who wanted to buy it on Facebook Marketplace came to pick it up by the end of the month, but it only meant a new start. You didn’t have many things, most of the furniture in the apartment belonged to Nayeon, including the couch where you had sex with Yoongi multiple times, poor her, she didn’t need to know how many times it happened

But anyway, after that, there were many things to be excited about, at first it was your promotion as a titular teacher, there was family and friends and Holly, there was shared bottles of wine and summer nights, music and books, movies and food, there was holding hands during long walks in winter and calling in sick when it’s raining, and at the end of the day, there was always him.

Yoongi had wandered the world feeling like he was different for so many years, he resented the people that passed by on the street, thinking they had any kind of blame that he couldn’t stand living in his own skin, with a frown on his face, a hot black coffee without sugar on his hand and a bad attitude on the mornings, he believed himself to be disconnected from this world. Yoongi didn’t like his birthday, hated taking the bus, hated taxis, hated rainy and sunny days, hated flowers, they were for the death. He waited all year to get on stage and forget about all the people that he had hurt and all the people that hurt him, almost feeling like his life was slipping through his fingers. It was embarrassing to even admit that that only changed when he fell in love with you.

Love? He didn’t know a proper definition for that word, he just know he liked his birthday if you were going to be there, took the bus or a taxi if you were going to make him company, he liked rainy days if he was going to be cuddled in his bed with you, and sunny days didn’t seem so bad if you were beside him when he took Holly for a walk. He even started to like flowers when you bought a tulip for him on the first day of spring.

He wasn’t so different from everybody else, but maybe you were the different one, putting a smile on every situation and being optimistic, adoring your job, loving sugar, laughing at everyone’s jokes, even if they were bad. You had an efficiency to escape from the bureaucracy of school, work, society, life, how come he hadn't met you before?

He spent months trying to run away from you only to find out that he encountered you in every corner of his mind, in every corner of his bed, in every corner of his life. He was a fool if he thought he was the one keeping you, you were the one who decided to keep him.

Well, as you went on kissing him goodbye every morning, sharing baths with him after a long day, buying him tulips on spring days, Yoongi thought that as long as you were there, he should be okay.

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[proxylynn]

HIII HELLO HI pls tell us abt your ocs ! how would you introduce them to someone that's never heard abt them... free ramble pass

[Well...Lynsie aka Lynn is just me (it's my real name and nickname, hi there). I self-insert into stuff and she's the go-to I use. There's a Lynn in just about everything. She's always sweet, kind, and a little weird.

Shade is just a living shadow that I made to be a loveable little monster. Prone to attachment and lover of scares. Is far more gentle than they look. Can shift their form to look like anything but their face remains the same. Can be solid or intangible depending on how dark it is or the need of the situation...it can hurt. They feel cold but it's mostly due to them being made of darkness, so there's an absence of heat. Shade loves to cuddle you so they can feel warm without the risk of harm. Being a solid shadow in bright areas creates an unnatural reaction, a Shadow can not have a shadow, and that's why it hurts.

Billy is a good ol' mama's boy looking to make it into the pro-wrestling scene. He's very well trained in fighting and self-defense, as well as performing (modern wrestling is more of a show than a real fight). He traveled to the Uncanny Valley after hearing of the unique inhabitants and figured he'd make a name for himself by testing his limits dealing with "monsters". He ends up falling in love with a Regular Guy instead.

Cassandra aka Cassy was born in Uncanny Valley to a wealthy family. However, her silver eyes were seen as a sign of misfortune. Most of her family neglected her and in some cases were mentally/emotionally abusive. Her grandmother, the head of the family, was the only one to take pity on her...mostly because she's the heiress of the family. She's always positive and runs a flower cart that she pedals around town to bring smiles to those in need. She ends up in a poly relationship with a Realtor.

The vampire coven/family is made up of four members. Vincent's an edgy-looking dude, but that's because he just likes it. He's really more the kind of dude you can bring to your folks and have no worries about. He loves the stuff you can get at Hot Topic. No one would believe he was a vampire when he dresses so stereotypically to the modern vampire punk idea. He does a thing to center himself/signal when things are serious. He'll use both hands to smooth back his hair, getting that classic slick Bela Lugosi Dracula look or something similar to Vergil from Devil May Cry. When he does this, you better stop, his patience is getting thin. Dominic is younger than Vincent and with an inferiority complex so he tends to stay in a demonic form to feel strong. As is, his eyes can be 1 of 3 colors. White: normal. Gold: surprise. Red: rage. His fur is so black that humans can't make out his face till it's too late. While his family/coven gives him all the care and support anyone can ask for, he developed slower than his peers and was bullied for it. Taking the form of a hell beast allowed him to not only feel stronger but brought fear to his former peers, something that gives him great joy. Despite his chosen appearance, Dominic is a gentle and sensitive soul. He shyly stays in his room and listens to music unless needed or something gets his attention. He tends a garden, having a gift for making the most stubborn of plants grow. He's very proud of his moonflowers. Liam, the patriarch. The soft-hearted shield that is a master in the art of wordplay. He can get you under his will with a mere simple utterance. The only one he submits to is his beloved. He's been around for a long time, eldest of the family, the only one who knows his history is his love. In his time, he's gathered a vast fortune, something Vincent has given him the nickname "Smaug" for. But unlike the greedy dragon, Liam is more than happy to share what's his. He loves wordplay, you can tell how much he favors you by the amount he uses on you. The more witty and clever, he really likes you. But if simple and blunt, he cares little for you and wants to get away from you as soon as he can. It's hard to get in his favor if you lost it. He has the personality of Gomez Addams (something that was in the dream a lot). Very loveable, eccentric, charming, and protective of his family. He will welcome you with open arms and let your actions speak for you. You have to really be a huge pile of trash for him to hate you. And lastly, the matriarch, Philomena aka Mena (pronounced mee-nah, like Dracula's Mina). The sword to Liam's shield, all matters are settled by her. A gentle woman. But she is not to be taken lightly when pushed. No one messes with her loved ones. Slightly younger than Liam, she is highly intelligent and skilled in the vast array of powers being a vampire grants. A silly woman, she mothers all that enter her humble home. Expect lots of hugs and positive affirmation. Can often be spotted reading randomly in any room. She will wear makeup and fancy jewelry for only 3 reasons. One, to flirt with Liam. Two, important events. And three, if she's feeling sad and wants to feel better...which usually gets to Liam so it reverts to reason one.

[necraftbrew]

NE Craft Brew - Best of January 2023

Best of January 2023

I wanted to bring you the Best of January 2023 craft beers from the past month. I've reviewed a wide variety of craft beers from numerous craft breweries all across New England. Some of these brewers are widely known, while others I've just heard of when I started to take a closer look at all the craft beer offerings available to me here in New England. Before I take you to the beers, I want you to understand how I approach the rating of these craft beers. To keep it simple, I wanted to present my favorites solely based on enjoyment and drinkability. Because at the end of the day, that's all that matters. So, with that in mind, let's look at my top three favorite beers from this past month. Salem Lager - Notch Brewing For some time now, I've been looking for a refreshing Lager with plenty of quaffable flavors. The Salem Lager from Notch Brewing was delivered. It was crisp and refreshing from start to finish. It wasn't over complicated or gimmicky in any way. Salem Lager is just a straightforward Lager with great flavor that stays true to its roots. I'll be honest; when I first sipped this beer, it made me smile. So many times you crack open a beer, you've rolled the dice on, and you get let down. That wasn't the case at all. After my "professional tasting assessment," which consisted of drinking it slower than usual, I just sat back and enjoyed the rest. So if you spot this particular craft lager on any of your journeys, do yourself a favor and pick it up - you won't be disappointed.

Salem Lager - Notch Brewing Check out the full review of Salem Lager by Notch Brewing of Vermont. Mountain Haze - Woodstock Inn and Brewery Every once in a while, you find something that hits just right. Sometime earlier this year, I had tried Mountain Haze on a whim before I decided to start reviewing craft beers across New England. It was probably a post-hike snag from the local craft beer exchange. Regardless, this beer is the quintessential post-hike beer. Rich in flavor and refreshing. With this craft beer, you can sit and reflect in quiet contemplation as it doesn't demand your full attention. It lets you know it's there with its bright hoppy flavor without being too upfront. Woodstock Inn and Brewery have always delivered quality craft beer. Mountain Haze doesn't disappoint and allows you to enjoy it while calmly enjoying your favorite memories from your last hike. I'll be grabbing more Mountain Haze whenever I get the opportunity. This craft beer after a hot summer hike is perfect. Feel free to check out the full review of Mountain Haze by Woodstock Inn and Brewery, or grab some the next time you see it!

Woodstock Inn and Brewery - Mountain Haze Spiked Smoothie Strawberry Lemonade There always seems to be one can that catches my eye, whether it's the crazy graphic or bright color combination. This one was the latter of the two. I can't tell you how many times I have been burned by fancy can art. Perhaps, I'll start a section focusing on just beer with deceptive cans that draw you in only to be disappointed by subpar craft beer. Despite its bright colors, Connecticut Valley Brewing Company has one hell of a fruit beer with their Spiked Smoothie. I was checking out all their flavors, and they have quite a selection for the Spiked Smoothie line. Anyways - I was thrown off by this. I had circled back to the case where this can was twice before I picked it up. But, knowing I was taking a chance, I grabbed it anyways. This has had to have been one of the more memorable beers this month. I feel like a broken record when I mention that I don't care for fruit beers or sours. This is THE exception. I haven't tasted anything quite like this. Check out the full review of Spiked Smoothie Strawberry Lemonade by Connecticut Valley Brewing Company.

spiked smoothie - strawberry lemonade Best of January 2023 - Conclusion Well, that's it for NE Craft Brew - Best of January. It has honestly been an exciting journey so far. Looking at all these unique craft brews around New England has opened my eyes to how fortunate we are to live here. If you enjoyed this post, please take some time to check out more of my reviews! Read the full article

[lewisvinga]

bee mine | huening bahiyyih x fem! reader

requested; yes

request; hiii can you do fluff w huba (keipler) where she confesses to the reader after being friends for 3 years. ^^

warnings; none

kep1er masterlist!

Bahiyyih quickly realized into your friendship that what she felt for you was not platonic, in fact it was the opposite. She’s had the biggest crush on you for the past 3 years ever since you became friends. She was obsessed with you to say the least.

You two were constantly hanging out. She loved spending her free time with you. Any break she had from practice or in between comebacks, she wanted to spend her time with you. She assumed you would never like her back which wasn’t the case at all.

You were equally as obsessed but you just weren’t as obvious. You didn’t come to terms with your feelings until very recently, unlike Bahiyyih who realized 2 weeks into your friendship.

Her members, Kep1er, knew all about you. She spent her nights telling Hikaru and Youngeun everything you did earlier that day. She’ll tell Yujin, Mashiro, and Xiaoting all about your likes and dislikes whenever they cook. Meanwhile Chaehyun, Dayeon, and Yeseo always hears her talk about your favorite things and activities.

It was obvious she was in love with you. Another night was spent with Bahiyyih telling Hikaru and Youngeun about the food you two made earlier.

“Oh and she kept making the funniest jokes! One time, we were-“

“Just ask her out! Please, we’re begging you!” Hikaru exclaims, grabbing onto Bahiyyih’s shoulders and shaking her. “I’m basically her best friend too at this point! You talk about her so much. Just ask her out!”

The blonde pouts, trying not to smile at her outburst. “She doesn’t like me anyways!”

“Yes she does.” Youngeun replies. She runs her hands through her hair, turning to her. “She’s obsessed with you! It’s so obvious. She looks at you the same way you look at her. Bake her something, write out your confession on like a cake and give it to her!”

Bahiyyih eyes and mouth widened. “Youngeunie, you are a genius!” She shouts as she runs out of their shared room. Youngeun and Hikaru look at each other with three faces as they hear the sounds of pots falling. They high fives each other before bursting into laughter.

.•° ✿ °•.

Bahiyyih takes a deep breath as she rapidly knocks on your door. She was filled with every emotion possible. She was nervous yet excited. She holds on tightly onto the tray of cupcakes she spent all night baking as she waited for you.

“Hiyyih!” You say in shock as you open the door. “We were supposed to meet up later, why are you hear early?”

“Because!” She exclaims as you let her in. She heads straight for your dining room and sets the tray on the table. “I have something very important to tell you that has been on my mind for 3 whole years! I am also running on 2 hours of sleep and an iced americano.” She says in one breath. She takes a deep breath as she takes the cover of the tray revealing a bunch of cupcakes.

Most were decorated with bees and the color yellow. Two cupcakes were next to each other that had “I like U” written in frosting. A big one in the middle caught your eye. “Bee Mine” was written in a bright yellow on a cupcake.

“Hiyyih? What’s-What’s this?” you ask her, looking up with confusion all over your face.

Bahiyyih nervously laughs. “I’ve liked you. I’ve liked you since we met 3 years ago. I like you too much that I can’t stop thinking about you, y/n! I want to be with you, so.” She grabs the big cupcake in the middle and holds it out. She smiles widely before continuing, “So, bee mine?”

She continues to stare at you with a nervous smile. You snort at her anxious foot tapping. You lean in close to her. “I’ll ‘bee yours’, Hiyyih.” Her face immediately lit up after hearing your words. “It felt like I waited so long. You aren’t the most secretive you know.”

“I’ve been told.” Bahiyyih laughs as she remembers all the times her members have pointed out how obvious she was. “So does this make us girlfriends.”

You nod, grabbing her hand. “Girlfriends now.”

“Wait until I tell Hikaru and Youngeun about this! They’ll be so proud!”

[yanderemommabean]

Mermaid? Yandere mermaid?! Shake mermaid (merman) yandere?! Protective, bitey, siren boi?!

You stir in the waters slowly, feet kicking to keep you afloat while looking to the sky as the sun begins to set. You didn’t want to leave the serene waters, the cooling sensation on your skin mixed with the near weightless feeling made you feel inner peace that didn’t come with everyday life.

You’ve been here for hours, skin warm and definitely burnt to an extent (sunscreen has never worked for you, no matter what, you always set sun damage) so you should at least give in and take a good nap right? Let your cells heal what they can before the burning sensation really kicks in and you regret ever existing at the same time as the sun?

You shake your head and splash back into the waters, wanting to be care free for just a bit longer while your friends pack up and clean. The waters here are secluded, deep and still during the day, save for a few small fish that pass by your feet or some bugs that won’t fuck off from landing on you.

“Dude! Seriously, you know swimming at night is dangerous!” one calls out, waving to try and get your attention, but you just dip your head back and let the water block out the noise of their nonsense. Yeah ok bad idea for your ears, but hey short time solution! You don’t want to go back to the crowded camper with noises that make your skin bristle and people who don’t understand low-social battery. You don’t hate your friends, no, but they seem to think they always know what’s best for you and having alone time wasn’t on that list.

Backstroking, you ignore their growing cries to get you back on land, something about the fish aren’t safe at this time or some bullshit. Whatever, you’ll get to them in a minute. You just wanted to relax a bit more before putting on a smile and pretending to give a shit about the festivities they had planned for tomorrow.

OK maybe you’re cranky from no good food but hey, they’re the ones who can’t cook.

While basking in the hunger induced anger you created, a tug was felt on your ankle. Wet, slimy almost, firm grip tugging you under the waves. You suck in a breath in panic, a yelp being cut off while your head goes under and you take in water. Below the surface, in the now darkened depths with scattered moonlight, you meet the eyes of a creature who drains the color from your face.

Big, black eyes, curiously looking at you. Human like, finger- like appendages grasping your calf and tugging you closer. You’re horrified, fighting to break free only for another arm to come up and grab you, holding you under. The beast's eyes are wide with wonder and awe as they hold onto you, letting go abruptly and letting you rocket back to the surface.

Coughing and sputtering, you feel your lungs burning while trying to call for help, your friends rushing to the waters in a rescue attempt. “Help! S-somethings got me!” you cry out, seeing the whites of your friends eyes in a slight moment of hope, only to be yanked under again, this time more aggressively. You clench your eyes shut, water surrounding you no longer comforting, but suffocating. Webbed hands come up to cup your face, lacing something around your neck. You hold your breath as you kick, however it’s useless. The zero-gravity effect makes any actual possibility of a painful contact a fantasy. You soon wear down, dread overcoming you as your body forces open your mouth to try and take one last breath. Eyes shooting open, you are met with the black voids of the creature before you.

And you’re in awe at the fact you can breathe. You, a human underwater, can breathe. No, no you’re just dying! You’re just hallucinating from lack of oxygen and are about to pass on! Right? No chance is given for you to gather yourself, behind you another being wraps their arms around you and begins to swim downwards to the abyss below, moonlight dissipating into nothing.

The last thing your eyes can make out are the kicking feet and splashing arms of your friends searching for you, helpless and horrified.

“Shh shh” One shushes, cupping your face as you’re brought to a small cave. Your chest was glowing a bright blue, illuminating some of the area as you were laid upon a sandy bank, like that of a grotto. Their heads poke out, watching you gather your senses to the best of your ability, kicking the sand as you cry out for help (in vain, but hope can cause a person to do crazy things).

“N-No danger” a voice croaks out, wincing at the echo your terrorized voice made. They didn’t like knowing you were scared, and the rest of the pod felt the same. More and more heads pop out of the water to observe you, wondering why on earth you were so scared.

Your chest felt like a drum, tight and beating much too loudly. They can TALK? Oh fuck they can talk- and in your language! What the hell is happening?! You just wanted an extra five minutes to swim, that’s all you fucking wanted! Why? Why is life doing this to you?! What is happening?!

You clench your hair and try to stop the ongoing panic attack, tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration and confusion, building up and coming to a head. You let out one more anguished sob before falling to the sand, passing out entirely.

“They’re scared, they don’t know what’s going on” one murmurs, crawling up to the bank and petting your hair back. “We definitely need to explain ourselves, but they can’t take much more stress. What’s our plan?”

The pod talks in chitters and clicks, debating on how to care for you and how to explain their actions. The crystal on your chest thrums with each passing second, indicating your current state of health while the merfolk observe and debate. Some fingers come up to play with your hair, or to feel your soft skin as you are moved to a more comfortable area they could still reach.

They’ve waited a long time to find a new member to join their species, magic being the only way they can reproduce, and seeing a cute, delicate human just waiting in their territory was too good of an opportunity to pass up. It’s a sign! You’re meant to be with them, become one of them and live a new life in the deep!

Of course you wouldn’t exactly take the news well. You passed out just from hearing them talk, you wouldn’t exactly be in a state to comprehend their needs and their dedication to keeping you with them. But they’re prepared! A newcomer is needed, for many reasons.

They survive by having bonded mates, yet cannot reproduce without the help of magic. And to be lonely and have no one to bond with is killing them, literally. They have to have a lover to survive, a second (and in some cases, a third) half to stay alive and well and merry!

One of the merfolk will choose you as their bonded mate, but only if you don’t try to leave. A mate leaving will end a life quicker than a harpoon in some cases! Other cases, it’s agonizingly slow and painful. They can’t risk you, a lovely specimen, leaving and dwindling their numbers even more. They need to make a plan to keep you, whatever it takes.

You’ll learn to love your new marine life! Just give them a chance, will you?

(-Mommabean, hi I wrote this at 4 am and on little sleep! Tell me what you think! )

[astronartists-writes]

Hiya! I wanted to ask if you could maybe write shigaraki x fem!reader (gender neutral would alao be ok) where Shigaraki takes care of the reader because she’s a little:) Maybe something where he sees his little kinda moody so he helps her regress so she can feel better. Plus points if reader has trouble with regressing but can’t (maybe because she’s embarrassed-)

I hope this is not too detailed! If it is then feel free to change it or ignore my request <3 srry if it’s too much

a/n: hello! i’m sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it!! i had fun writing this <3 as always, if anyone sees something that slipped my mind for a warning, please let me know and i’ll fix it! thank you for requesting!!

TW: i don’t think there are any but read safely just in case!

CW: agere, struggle to regress, the nickname ‘princess’ is used once. This takes place pre-Kamino :)

Race Unspecified :)

Shigaraki helps fem!reader regress :)

It was supposed to be a good day. You would go out with Shigaraki for a while to spend some time together and then go back home, where you’d get something to eat and curl up next to each other to watch a movie.

What ended up happening was Shigaraki being recognized the second you entered a public space, the both of you having to be warped back to the hideout. Gone were your plans and you were not happy about it.

Shigaraki, to his credit, had tried his best to make the day special despite the unfortunate circumstance. He managed to get you flowers, worked with Kurogiri to make your favorite food, and even set up a rooftop picnic for the two of you, but nothing was helping you relax. The anxiety from earlier just wouldn’t budge and you were honestly starting to get frustrated by it.

After your picnic, Shigaraki took you to your room and sat you on your bed. He told you to stay there and then started to flit around, grabbing things you hadn’t seen in quite a few days.

“Tomura… what are you doing?” you asked, sighing.

“Getting your little stuff out,” Shigaraki said, as that was obvious.

“Duh. I can see that. Why?” you huffed, not appreciating his tone.

Shigaraki set the toys and change of clothes on your bed, sitting next to you with a pacifier and your favorite stuffed animal. He handed the latter to you and you accepted it, finding the texture soothing to your overstimulated senses. “I can tell that today has been stressful for you, so we’re going to have some time in here for us to relax together.”

You processed his words quietly, avoiding looking at him directly by fiddling with your stuffed animal.

“Let’s get you changed, hm?” he changed his tone to the one he used to speak to you while in headspace, grabbing the bright colored pajamas/animal onesie he had set aside before, and dangling it in front of you.

You accepted it begrudgingly. You knew it would help you feel better, but it always took so long for you to accept the headspace, and sometimes longer to go into it, and now you were worried about taking too long.

Shigaraki helped you change, doing most of the work on his own, and you let him, preoccupied by your mind supplying unhelpful thoughts.

“It’s okay, princess, just let it come, take as long as you need,” Shigaraki said. He worked on your hair next, very careful to not touch it with all five fingers as he pulled it out of your face into the hairstyle you usually preferred when regressing.

You could feel the fuzzy feeling that came with headspace already clouding at the edges of your consciousness.

The thought of someone else coming into the room made you stiffen. Oh God, Dabi wouldn’t let you live in peace if he saw you.

“Hey,” Shigaraki said, pulling you out of your head. “What do you need?”

It took you a moment to process the question, and to decide what you needed. “The door…” you said softly.

“The door? You need me to lock it?”

Oh, right. He understood.

“Yes, please,” you nodded.

Shigaraki went and locked the door without another word, and when he came back and sat next to you, you felt much more at ease with being in a vulnerable state.

“Is that better?”

You nodded, grabbing his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder. He sat with you quietly, letting you do your thing, and fixed your clothes a bit.

It took a while — maybe ten minutes — but you slipped into your headspace with a giggle.

Shigaraki huffed a laugh at your giggle, looking at you. “All good?”

You nodded, wrapping him into a tight hug as the last remnants of your usual headspace melted away, replaced with joy, relaxation, and affection for your caregiver.

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AOT HEADCANONS

what car would they drive?

featuring: eren, jean, armin, connie, mikasa, porco, sasha, reiner, zeke, historia, ymir.

warnings: one (1) mention of marijuana, profanity. shitpost - not proofread.

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eren: silver 2002 ford taurus that has been through absolute hell and barely runs anymore. lots of dents and paint scratches, the AC doesn't work but the heating does. he invites you to hotbox in it but it smells so bad in there that you say no.

jean: dark blue 1978 GMC pickup truck (old country boy pickup truck because jean would be a romantic cowboy.) he would let you carve your name into the passenger seat with his pocket knife. he keeps blankets in the truck bed so you all can cuddle and watch the stars.

armin: volkswagen beetle/bug. self explanatory.

connie: connie has a dirt bike. he totaled his first car, which was a 1980s subaru leone that he was obsessed with. he had a new sound system with subwoofers put into it and everything. now he races around this dirt bike, which is probably not even street legal. he would offer to take you for rides on it though.

mikasa: a sexy red lexus sedan because she’s sexy. like just imagine how pretty she'd look driving around in it. always has a big pair of sunglasses and lotion in the console.

porco: new jeep wrangler, either white or an obnoxious bright color. it’s decked out with the light bar on top, bike rack, cool fenders, lift kit, and bumper stickers that say shit like "life is good." no doors, but he keeps the top on it so the wind doesn't mess up his hair. (idea inspired by @peachy-momos)

sasha: white toyota rav 4. equipt with crumbs under the seat, an ecosystem growing in her cupholder, and an entire wardrobe in her back seat. however she is very fun to go for drives with - windows down, music up, screaming lyrics to early 2000s breakup songs.

reiner: red ford f-350 pickup truck. he keeps it shiny and spotless, has like 5 air fresheners in there. it sits pretty high off the ground, so he would open the door for you and offer you his hand to help you up into it (even if you don't need it.)

zeke: 1988 blue jeep wagoneer (with the wood paneling on the side.) yes, it’s dated, it’s arguably ugly, but he loves it. he’s proud of it. he says its engine “purrs like a kitten.” he has one of those dancing solar powered figurines of a girl in a bikini sitting on his dashboard.

historia: baby pink range rover. would have a fuzzy steering wheel cover. she has cute ass keychains on her car keys too.

ymir: no car. in historia's passenger seat, playing with historia's hair and shit while she drives.

( my anxiety is telling me that this is way too simple of an idea and that someone else must have already done this the exact same way before so if that's the case lmk )

ANYWAYS feel free to reblog this and elaborate / make up your own headcanons :)