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ʚ Going to Universal Studios Japan with them (ft. Izuku, Katsuki, Shoto, Denki, Eijirou, Shinsou and Dabi) ɞ *‧.₊˚*੭

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— uni student! izuku, katsuki, shoto, eijirou, denki, shinsou and evil turned good! dabi x reader headcanons ♡

— To further elaborate, this is a Dabi that turned Good for his bby bro because I know that this is physically impossible in the manga and i found it hard to play around with a cute and fluffy set of hcs within a villain context. so pls let me have a good Dabi just this one time qwq

— if you like to see more from me, i have an ongoing bakugo x fem reader! smau called cuddle buddy! read it here! for my bnha masterlist check it out here! ♡

— please reblog, reply and leave like if you enjoyed! it means a lot! c:

— all universal studios japan photos are taken by me. Most of these headcanons are also based on my experience in Universal Studios Japan! (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

— content warning: slight innuendo/sexual content, strong language and mention of Endeavor

— summary: You spend a wonderful day in one of the most happiest places on earth with your just as wonderful significant other.

— You and Izuku stroll through Hogsmeade of the newly opened Hogwarts area of the Park. Your hand in his and your arms interlocked.

— Izuku would geek out. As in geek out. He very much loved Harry Potter growing up and being able to go to USJ was a dream come true.

— “It’s LeviOSA not LeviOSAR.” You continue to make Harry Potter jokes and Izuku was loving every minute of it. He could not stop laughing.

— You loved seeing his laugh as it made your heart feel all fluffy inside. God. why must this boy be so cute?

— Izuku is just as big of a Potterhead as you. The two of you took the Hogwarts House test online and Izuku was sorted into Gryffindor whilst you were sorted into Slytherin. Two complete opposites yet you guys were the most adorkable couple ever.

— Even the amusement park goers (the couples in particular) couldn’t help but turn their eyes to the two of you.

— The two of you are wearing matching Hogwarts robes, earning compliments from the staff giggling about how cute the two of you are!

— YOU GUYS WERE MOST PROBABLY THE CUTEST COUPLE IN THE AMUSEMENT PARK!??

— LIKE YES TWO SOFT CUTIES AND IN HOGWARTS ROBES OF ALL MATCHING OUTFITS THEY COULD HAVE WORN?? COUPLE GOALS

— You were originally going to hang out with the entire Dekusquad but ofc your friends just decided to play matchmaker and instead collectively backed out and said they were busy bc of uni (obvs a lie)

— You wonder why they would play matchmaker when the you and Izuku were already together in the first place and they know that very well HSKHSHSKHS

— anyways ochaco, tsuyu, shoto and tenya are very supportive wbk

— Izuku just wanted this day to be very special and to be between the two of you only.

— “Izu-kun! Let’s try out the Butterbeer and see if it tastes just as good as the books and movies make them to be!” You point to a food stall that sells the famous beverage seen in the series, with both alcoholic and non-alcoholic kinds.

— “Of course (Y/N)!-chan Anything for you!” He says sweetly and gingerly hands the money to the food vendor.

— For fun and because why the hecc not, you decided to order the alcoholic variant of the drink whilst Izuku had purchased the non-alcoholic one.

— In turn, you ended up becoming a little bit tipsy as the two of you enter the Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey ride.

— Izuku stares in awe as the waiting line makes you go through the interior of Hogwarts Castle. Both you and Izuku couldn’t help but just stare in amazement.

— You smile at the sight of your cute freckled boyfriend admiring the view and the area before him. It was as if he was transported into the actual world of Harry Potter and you couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming emotions he was feeling right now.

— The two of you hold hands during the entire attraction as both of you are seated in a 3-seater ride. T’was cute uwu

— Albeit the fact that you were a little bit tipsy, the entire 4-D ride was magnificent as it literally took you through every adventure Harry Potter and the rest of the cast had experienced.

— It was probably one of the best rides you’ve been to tbh??

— “The Dementors were so creeeeeeepy.” Izuku shuddered, rubbing his arm. “”They looked so real!” He turns to you, wonder and amazement plastered all over his face.

— “THE WORST THING ABOUT PRISON WAS THE DEMENTORSSSS.” You howled, your voice practically echoing around the exit area.

— “IZUkU!!! I LOAF YOUUUUUUU SOW MUCHHHHHIE.”

— Midoriya knew that you got a bit tipsy due to the butterbeer, as soon as he had noticed the body language you were showing, he supports your weight by holding you tightky and then slowly take you to the cafe near the entrance that served hot coffee.

— Thankfully, you were able to sober up so that the two of you could go around the rest of the park before the Night show took place in Hogwarts Castle.

— “You know, I’m so lucky to have you (Y/N)-chan. Just like how lucky Ron is to have Hermione.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, he firmly holds you as the evening light show of Hogwarts Castle begins.

— “You’re overreacting Izu-kun. I’m not as smart as Hermione.” You shake your head, trying to avoid eye contact as he just made another cheesy Harry Potter Joke. “More like I’m the Ron to your Hermione. I mess up sometimes yet you’re always there for me to help me up when I’m down.”

— “Then I guess we don’t have to compare ourselves to Ron and Hermione then. Because I wouldn’t have a life like this with you any other way. I love you (Y/N)-chan.”

— “I love you too Izu-kun.”

— An array of colorful fireworks pop in the sky and the both of you look deep into each other’s eyes, holding each other tightly til the festivities end.

— The two of you arrived at Universal Studios Japan earlier than most people. Bakugo always wanted to be first in line even though the two of you had fast passes to specific rides. He just rolls like that.

— You forced him to wear matching matching elmo and cookie monster headbands with you. You were wearing the Elmo one and he was wearing the Cookie monster design.

— He’d spoil you soooooooo bad like he’d be grumpy at first and refuse to buy you this cute little souvenir item you’d probably never use, but he’d still spoil the heck out of you. Just as long as it was mildly reasonable.

— He was all for thrill rides. As long as he got to show off how bad-ass and brave he is to you. That was until you discovered one of the Jurassic Park rides in the park and HOO BOY...

— You were internally squealing at the sight of him wearing the cookie monster that your brain just?? kinda stopped?? You secretly take a pic of your explosive boyfie and then change his contact name to Cookie Monster.

— You first enter the Jurassic Park area at the insistence of Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero whomst you were supposedly going to meet after 2 hours

— As you roam around, there’s awkward silence between the two of you until you begin to obnoxiously sing the theme song of the series to try and annoy Bakugo, “TENENENEN TENENENENEN TENENENEN”

—‘’(Y/N) Geez, could you stop singing that stupid song? It fucking annoys me.’’

—‘’No way we’re riding that shitty fucking water ride. I will not get wet today.”

— “Oh really? What if you get wet in different ways?”

—He smirks at you, taking your hand and rubbing your thumb, “Let’s see when we get home.’’

— “OH WAIT BUT FIRST LET’S SHARE A TURKEY LEG!’’ You point to a nearby food stall, selling turkey legs for 980 yen.

— Katsuki begrudgingly follows you to the stall and buys a turkey leg for the two of you to share.

—You were deep in thought. Fantasizing if you could eat the Turkey Leg with Katsuki “Lady and Tramp” style.

— Much to your dismay, Katsuki had finished the Turkey Leg before you could get another bite. You pout and cross your arms, yet he doesn’t notice you silently shooting daggers at him.

— You then quickly forget about the Turkey Leg as soon as the Flying Dinosaur attraction hovered above you. The amusing screams of the people riding it could be heard as it passed at a speed you could have never imagined.

— ‘’Suki-kun!! Let’s ride that next!’’

— ‘’We just ATE. Are you fucking serious right now?’’

— ‘’Or are you too chicken?’’ You tease him playfully. ‘’Hmm… Looks like eating the entire turkey leg turned you into a chicken now didn’t it?’’

— ‘’Fine. Fuck this.’’ He tilts his head, gesturing you to follow suit. ‘’Let’s get into the fast pass line.’’

— You get on the ride and see up close the details of the dinosaur as it’s positioned upright for you two to get on. You take your seats and are instructed to strap yourselves in the seat.

— You get a wonderful view of the sea as the ride continues to ascend, going up and down, at high speeds. You begin to scream your heart out, the adrenaline rushing through you. Bakugo tries to put up a face, not wanting to scream and show any weakness. You look at him again as the ride arrives at a downwards slope, creating a momentum before it descends again at high speed.

— The ride begins to move, positioning itself like a pterodactyl would. You take Bakugo’s hand and give it a tight squeeze. You look at him for comfort and he nods at you lovingly. You were at ease albeit the fact that the two of you are about to experience one of the most terrifying amusement park rides ever.

The two of you are then positioned to be dangling in mid-air, the safety strap from a while ago being the only thing holding you in place.

— ‘’(Y/N)! I LOVE YOU!’’ He screams his lungs out as the ride passes through the ocean again, giving you a clear view of the sea surrounding the wonderful prefecture of Osaka.

— You smile cheekily and begin to scream from the top of your lungs too. ‘’I LOVE YOU TOO KATSUKI!’’

— ‘’Did you really mean that I love you?’’ You ask him. Your adrenaline is still pumping you up.

— ‘’Of course I did you nerd. I had to get it out of my chest.’’ He says, avoiding eye contact, scratching the back of his neck.

— The ride then ends abruptly and you could never feel more grateful. You could practically kiss the floor as your legs shaked once you got off. Katsuki supports you with his arm around yours and the two of you get off the ride.

— ‘’I want to hear you say that again.’’ You poke his cheek but he doesn’t move an inch.

— ‘’Come on. We have to go look for Kirishima in the others.’’

— ‘’One more time Suki-kun! Please?’’ You look at him with your most dramatic puppy eyes and he couldn’t help but give in.

— ‘’Fine.’’ He says grumpily. ‘’I love you.’’

— ‘’I love you too. Let’s never ride that again.’’

— ‘’Agreed.’’

— Shoto made sure that he would make the most of the time with you before the two of you go back to University. Booking the most luxurious hotel available, fine dining every single night you were in Osaka and going on private local tours and taking high-end trips to Nara and Kyoto.

— He’s spoiling you so so so bad and as much as you didn’t want Shoto to spend too much, he kept on insisting.

— This is also why he decided your trip near your birthday so that in a sense, this is his birthday surprise for you too!

— He wanted to go all out just for you.

— You feel like you’re in Cloud 9 every time you’re with Shoto. How much more when you’re going on an extra special trip with him?

— “This Eren Jeager’s voice sounds familiar. It’s as if we have the same voice.” Todoroki looks at the screen perplexed, putting on the 4-D Glasses and making sure you were already comfortable on your seat.

— ‘’I know right. You’re hotter of course.’’ You whisper, giving him a peck on the cheek.

— Attack on Titan is your all time favorite anime ever.

— Shoto wasn’t too well-versed in anime, so him bringing you to USJ is one of the best things he could ever do for you.

— Especially since the park had a limited time Attack on Titan 4-D Attraction!!

— YOU KNEW you had to go there and it was also a perfect opportunity for you to bond with Shoto

— As long as you were happy and he could support you with your interests, he was happy too.

— Being able to go on the Attack on Titan 4D Ride was a dream come true.

— You brought Shoto to the souvenir shop first and bought matching headbands for the two of you.

— You were wearing a headband that had two little chibi Levis on each side whilst Shoto had little chibi Erens on his uwu

— He’d be spoiling you so so much !!! Any souvenir item you’d set your eyes on, he’d immediately buy it for you!!

— Before you can even say no, he’s already bought it using his luxurious black credit card. YOUR BOYFIE WAS RICH OFC I MEAN WHAT WOULD YOU EXPECT!?

— "That was amazing." Todoroki says in awe, still trying to process the thrill he had just experienced. "I wonder what would happen if titans started appearing all of a sudden?"

— "Let's say a smol titan appears right now. I wonder if you could pierce it with your ice?" You tilt your head, beginning to think about unrealistic scenarios. "Anywhooo, shall we go to the next ride on our list? It's called Hollywood Dream!"

— "Let's gooooo~" He hums monotonously, earning giggles from you. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you walk side by side.

— “Okay... so there are two variants to this ride. There’s one that goes in reverse and the other one goes so high up that we have an overview of the whole park.” You go through a brochure that you picked up at the entrance.

— “Whichever one you’re more comfortable with (Y/N).”

— “Let’s go on the one where we can see our hotel because of how high it is!”

— “OKAY NVM THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.” You say as the rollercoaster begins to reach it’s momentum, the ride going higher and higher. Until you can see your hotel and every recognizable landmark from afar.

— Shoto then clasps your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s okay (Y/N). I’m right here. Just hold my hand okay?”

— You nod slowly, taking a deep breath. You close your eyes and feel a fell swoop on your stomach as the wind passes through your face.

— Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop the Feeling begins to play as the rollercoaster begins to descend from roaring heights. They purposefully attached speakers to the ride so that the park goers would feel hyped up and excited instead of being terrified of how high up they are.

— Shoto’s hands are still intertwined with yours. You weren’t letting go.

— The screams of everyone else in the ride grows louder and louder and you can’t help but sing to the song instead.

— “I GET THIS FEELINGGG INSIDE MY BONES! IT GOES ELECTRIC, WAVEY WHEN I TURN IT ONN.” You began to sing, raising your arms up high as you slowly begin to enjoy the ride.

— Shoto who was sitting on the end yet is still able to keep his calm composure, turns to you, and a small smile flashes on his face when he sees you channel your nervousness through singing.

— He begin to sing along with you too! AAAHHH WHAT A CUTIE

— “All through my city, all through my home, We're flying up, no ceiling, when we in our zone.” He continues. You look at him and ease up a little bit once you see his handsome face and comfortable presence beside you.

— And before you knew it, the ride came to a stop. It was finally over. You take a deep breath and Shoto helps you out of your seat.

— “I got that sunshine in my pocket! Got that good song in my feet. I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops!” You and Shoto begin to duet to the pop and colorful song. You begin to fully enjoy the ride, barely even noticing the ride making sharp and fast turns as it continues to go up and down.

— “I might have hated it at first but that was exhilarating.”

— “I knew you could do it.” He says proudly, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You are the bravest person I know after all.”

— “I wouldn’t have overcome my fears if it weren’t for you though.” You scrunch your nose, and hold on to Shoto’s arm. Your heart still beating so fast. “Thank you for being my safe space Shoto. I’m always at peace whenever I’m with you. Thank you for always being my comfort person.”

— “Of course (Y/N). Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, clueless. “Are you game enough to ride the reversed one this time?”

— “Of course I am!”

— He chuckles, “That’s my love. If you feel like you can’t do it, Just know that I’m always here to support you.”

— The first attractions on your list were the water rides. More specifically the Jurassic Park Water Ride and the JAWS ride.

— You and Kirishima would try every ride in the park if you could. He loved to try and experience new things especially if he’s able to do them with you!

— Kiri is a very very fun person and would always be game with anything tbh!!

— You’re wearing matching dinosaur hats with Kirishima!!

— ‘’RAWR!’’ You make cutesy dinosaur gestures at your boyfriend, jumping around in your place. ‘’Can you believe we’re finally here in USJ!?’’ He blushes profusely, pecking your cheek.

— ‘’I can’t believe it too.’’ He chuckles then pauses for a moment before...

— ‘’RAWR!’’ He says back, his hands forming into claws, his cute mouth open wide and his sharp shark teeth very much visible. You giggle at his returned gesture, finding it more cuter than you should.

— ‘’(Y/N) you’re adorable! You know that right?’’ He laughs and continues to hold you tightly.

— ‘’Pshh of course I do! I have an equally adorable boyfriend too!’’ You look up at him, beaming.

— The two of you then jump in your place in unison, both mimicking each other’s cute ‘’RAWR!’’ and hand gestures as Kirishima pulls you into a hug.

— ‘’Don’t forget manly!’’ He winks and grabs your hand, taking you to the Jurassic Park Water ride.

— “I actually find it smart that we go on the water rides first so that we can just change clothes immediately after. Good thinkening Kiri!” You remark, patting him on the head.

— THINKENING??? THINKENING??? Eijirou could not think straight right now because of how cute you are

— ANYWAY HE WASNT GOING TO LOOK OR ANYTHING KIRISHIMA IS A GENTLEMAN HE IS NOT A BAD BOI WHO WILL GIVE IN TO TEMPATION!!

— You looked so excited to go on the rides and he couldn’t be happier seeing you like this

— IT ALSO DIDNT HELP THAT YOU WERE WEARING A WHITE SHIRT SO IF YOU DID GET WET THEN 👁👄👁

— The ride begins and the all too familiar theme song of the series begins to play as the gates to the Jurassic Park opens as the water ride begins to move

— Although the ride was very predictable, and you knew the surprise at the end was the T-rex trying to jumpscare you as the ride falls down a high incline, splashing all of the people on the ride.

— Kirishima still looked like he had lots of fun.

— He turns to you, a huge cheeky smile plastered upon his face as he tries to dry his clothes. “That was fun!”

— The ride may seem calm at first, but then the T-Rex begins to secretly appear around the forest-ish area surrounding the water ride.

— “It was!” You smiled back. You look down on your shirt innocently. “I didn’t expect that I’d get this wet so I thought wearing a white shirt would be-”

— “LET’S BUY YOU A JURASSIC PARK SHIRT IN THE SOUVENIR SHOP OKAY!? SO THAT YOU WON’T WASTE YOUR OTHER CLOTHES AND YOU CAN CHANGE IN THEM FOR THE JAWS RIDE INSTEAD.” Eijirou stands up so suddenly from the boat. He takes you by the hand without shooting you another glance as not to show how flustered he was.

— “Okay then...” You reply, as Kirishima whisks you away, leading you to the souvenir shop just outside of the attraction.

— Kirishima breathes a sigh of relief as he sees you exit the comfort room.

— He calls you over, “(Y/N)! While you were changing your clothes, I went back to the souvenir shop and realized that they were actually couple shirts!

— We are so Adora-saurable! was written on both of your shirts along wtih a cute dinosaur couple print on them.

— “Funny how you were able to find a Dinosaur pun on the word adorable! What a coincidence!” You giggle, poking Kirishima’s cheek. “I think we had enough of dinosaurs for now. Shall we check out the other rides?”

— “Right beside ya!” Kiri flashes you his signature smile, taking your hand in his again, swinging it back and forth as the two of you continue to your next destination.

— The way you scolded him was more in a joking way though!!

— You guys arrive a bit late because Kaminari ended up sleeping through his alarm 🙃

— When the two of you met up at the entrance you scolded him so bad because you practically lost two hours and HNGGGGG

— All he could do was hug you tightly from behind and say “gomen!” “gomen!” over and over again

— you were loving every second of it!!!! denki was being super cute and you couldn’t help but just go uwu

— BUT THEN YOU SCOLDING HIM DIDN’T REALLY MATTER BC YOU GUYS HAD FAST PASSES

— YOU DO BE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES THO

— THE TWO OF YOU FELT LIKE RICH KIDS FLEXING YOUR GUCCI FLIPFLOPS WHEN IN FACT YOU WERE FLEXING YOUR FAST PASSES

— OK SO you and Kaminari decided to go to the Despicable Me/Minions area first not just for the memes but also because it was the most popular attraction this season.

— You also wanted to get on the rides there first since it takes 2 hours before you can even get in

— YOU HAVE MATCHING MINION POPCORN BUCKETS WITH HIMM!!

— The design of yours was a cute little minion holding a teddy bear whilst his was a special Christmas reindeer edition.

— “(Y/N)-chan! Look at the line! Should we line up and take a picture with the Minions!?” He points to a meet and greet line for the yellow mascots

— You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of these abominations but facebook mom memes aside, Denki looked super super excited and you didn’t want to ruin a great start to a perfect day so you just went with it.

— The staff attendants thought Kaminari looked super excited like cute little sparky puppy seeing the minions so they gave you cute minion button pins!!

— The Despical Me Area pretty much played Happy by Pharell Williams non-stop as people stroll around so you and Denki couldn’t help but dance along to it.

— It didn’t matter if people looked at the two of you weirdly either!! Just being with denki and being chaotic with him is one of the best feelings ever and he feels the same way too

— You guys did all kinds of funky dances til the two of you got exhausted and decided to try out the other rides.

— There were also carnival game stands and Kaminari ended up winning you the exact same unicorn stuff toy seen in the Despical Me movies.

— Cotton Candy, Gumballs, Skittes, anything remotely sweet being sold on the stalls, you tried all of them.

— “IT’S SO FLUFFFFFY!!!” You imitate one of the cute characters from the movie, hugging the stuffed toy to your chest. “Thank you Kami-kun! I will cherish this forever!”

— Kaminari grins widely, “I know you aren’t too fond of the Minions but thank you for still going with me to this area first.” You can see the emotion and the appreciation in his eyes.

— “OMG DENKI OFC! WHY WOULD I NOT ENJOY THIS!?” You say incredulously. “I had such an amazing time! Minions and their annoying voices aside. I always have the best time when I’m with you!”

— Crocodile tears start to form on Denki’s eyes as he pulls you into a hug. “AAAAAAAHH (Y/N)-CHAN I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUU. THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME. I’M DOING THIS FOR THE MEMES.”

— You giggle, patting Kaminari on the back. “It’s alright alright. I love you too! But this time you have to compensate by going on a horror ride with me okay?”

— “Ahahahahahaha what?”

— Endeavor had sponsored your trip and all expenses to ~try~ and start to mend his broken relationship with his son, although you refused at first, Toya did not. When he went to visit his mother and Enji was there to visit too, He got the money from him, ignored him, and flipped him off (aka gave him the bad finger) before leaving.

His three other siblings were in on this trip too. However, Toya wanted your trip to Universal Studios Japan between the two of you ONLY. His siblings went on a different day.

— He wasn’t the biggest fan of matching outfits or any accessories with you like any couple would and you didn’t want to pry on that. He really wasn’t the type of person to do that to begin with.

— And although on the inside he does feel a bit sorry about not being able to be cutesy with you it just really wasn’t his thing.

The two of you would most probably make out in a secluded area in the Hogsmeade area that is barely noticed by any other park goers. How daring and how secsy

‘’Seriously? Snoopy and Hello Kitty? THIS is the area you want to go in first?’’

—‘’Come on! It’s not everyday you get to loosen up like this. Why not try out the kiddie rides first? Besides, I want to see how long you can last without taking the cuteness anymore.”

— The staff sees you enter the Snoopy and Woodstock ride and couldn’t help but ask a very imprudent question. “The two of you look like such a cute couple! I bet your child is just as precious!”

—“Excuse me�� what?” You ask, your eyes widen. “We’re not-”

—“The kid is on it’s way. We’ll have one soon once we return here.” Toya says casually, sending you a flirtatious wink and you feel flushed and slightly embarrassed.

—“Jeeeeeeeeeez. Did you really have to say that?” You try to avoid contact with him so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment or rather the arousal present all over your face.

—“What? It’s true.” He smirks, taking your hand. “Do you not want anything to happen between us?” He teases again.

—“NO NO NO NO ITS NOT THAT.” You yelp in embarrassment, your eyes still cast down on the ground.

—You notice him kneeling down and before you could even react, instead of facing the ground, you were staring down at your boyfriend’s handsome face instead.

—“Come on… I thought we were going to the Hello Kitty ride next?

— “Oh yeah right! That ahahaha let’s go!” You look up again before he could see your face looking like a tomato.

— You couldn’t help but be flustered by his words time and time again. This time though there was no point in hiding it. He got to you.

— He grabs you by the waist, and whispers into your ear, “Besides, I’m saving matching outfits with you once we bring our child here in the future. We would be the cutest fucking family out there.”

— You’ve already been dating for a year?? and your heart still flutters every time?? anything remotely romantic comes out of his mouth???

— HE WAS SUCH FLIRT OH LORD AND YOU JUST SWOON AND FALL FOR HIM EVEN MORE

— The other couples for some reason never thought of going on the cutesy rides, so as soon as they saw you and Toya going on them, the line for most of the rides got even longer.

— Toya might be lowkey an edgelord but you guys became trendsetters in a span of an hour!!

— OK BUT SPEAKING OF EDGELORD... DABI AS AN E-BOY HURRRRRRRRR YOU MAY OR MAY NOT BE MANIFESTING YOUR BOYFRIEND TO SUDDENLY BE IN E-BOY CLOTHES ON THE SPOT TOTALLY NOT NOPE NOPE NOPE NEVER

— He still looked hot just wearing a plain dark hoodie but you still couldn’t get the thought of Toya wearing those fits out of your head.

— “Earth to (Y/N)? You’re spacing out again.” He waves a hand in front of your face and you snap back to reality. “We’ve rode every attraction here. I think we should go check out the other rides? The Jaws one next please. I can’t stand all this cute sparkly cuteness anymore.”

— “AHAH! YOU FINALLY SNAPPED!” You laugh, acting as if you finally got back at Toya for making you such a blushing and stuttering mess just a few minutes ago. Dabi shrugs it off however.

— “OKIE! Now that I got out of my system, let’s continue to go around shall we?” You huff and pace off to the next ride that you wanted to go on.

— Toya shakes his head and smirks, following you to wherever you were going to take him next. That didn’t stop him from teasing you every few minutes though.

— The two of you did come back to USJ, but only a few days later to accompany Shoto since Fuyumi and Natsuo had to take the train home due to having to attend important matters.

— The same park attendant who complimented you and Dabi was managing the Snoopy ride again. She recognizes the two of you instantly and waves. “Oooh! I didn’t think the two of you would come back again so early! Is this the cute child you were talking about?”

— You and Toya collectively facepalm whilst Shoto looks at the staff with a very puzzled look.

— Hopefully, the next time you come back, you finally have a happy family with Toya and you can finally show off to that sassy ol’ attendant that you have a cute little kid with you to go on rides with.

—This is officially your 7th date with Shinsou.

— Although the two of you are already official, you can’t help but feel and notice how cold and distant he is to you still. As if he hasn’t exactly opened up to you.

— And you didn’t want to end this day without seeing him loosen up and open his shell.

— You wanted a relationship with Shinsou in where the two of you could talk to each other about your own problems and help each other out.

— That was the ideal relationship after all, and you knew for a fact that you could have something special like this with Shinsou.

— He did confess to you through a love poem and if that isn’t the most romantic thing ever, then I don’t know what is.

— You wanted to be his comfort person after all. Just as he is with you although I think he doesn’t know that yet exactly.

— “SOU-KUNNNN you know what else we can do?”

— “...What?”

— “Let’s go on all the boring rides!!” You take his hand and start running to the next attraction.

— “T-that’s not actually a bad idea. Let’s go.” He mutters, albeit shy at the touch of your hands at first, he grows comfortable after a few minutes with your hand intertwined with his.

— SHINSOU IS SO TOUCH-STARVED AND YOU CAN’T WAIT TIL YOU GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS AND KITHES IMAGINABLE LATER THAT NIGHT

— It was the middle of the afternoon and the park was less busier than usual, which meant all the time for you and Shinsou to try out every exhilarating ride the park had to offer.

— The only ones left were more performance-based attractions where you would be watching a live musical or play. One of those being a Terminator based ride.

— The concept of a Terminator live-action retelling was pretty cool but certainly not you or Shinsou’s cup of tea either. However, it was your goal with him to try out every ride in the park. So, eh why not?

— The two of you sit in the front seat, making Shinsou within range of the stage actors to be affected by his quirk.

— “Don’t try to make them do anything bad okay?” You whisper to him. “This live show does look boring and really needs to liven up a little.

— “I won’t do that of course. Let’s just make this show more entertaining.”

— He then uses his quirk on the stage actors, making them do fun and entertaining dances.

— The audience burst out into laughter as Shinsou had unintentionally made a twist to the musical playing before you.

— “Of course not! You made that Terminator Musical much better! I bet they took notes and try to switch up the acting and the cheesiness for the next show!”

— “Hopefully they will. Because the show was boring as hell.” He deadpans, putting his hands in his pockets.

— Everyone in the theatre left in good spirits.

— He stops in his tracks and looks at you. How lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

— “Thank you for today too (Y/N). I really enjoy spending time with you like this.” He looks away, yet fails to hide his flustered face.

— “You’re welcome!” You lean in and tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.

— Despite how cold and straightforward he may be sometimes, you never complained. You accepted him for who he was and who he is.

— The two of you take the train ride home in peace and solace knowing that slowly but surely, Shinsou becomes more and more comfortable with you and you can’t wait for the time he finally opens up and bears his heart to you.

Thank you for reading ♡

-Fin

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Little Black Book: The One You Trust (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Min Yoongi, the one you trust.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: Explicit. No minors allowed!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits

Word Count: 5.1k

Warning: Yoongi thought OC was a prostitute, oral sex in public restroom, Yoongi oral king (wbk), oral m & f giving and receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (they should’ve known better, please be safe everyone), making of a sex tape

Little Black Book Masterlist

A/N: Completely unedited, as I wrote it between free times I could get, so my deepest apologies for any mistakes made. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💜

~~~

You met Yoongi at an upscale bar. It wasn’t the kind of bar you’d willingly go on your own, but it was the bar your boss chose to impress your clients with expensive wine and cigars. Business talk soon turned into something more lewd, and you soon excused yourself from the party.

You chose to sit on the bar counter, purposely choosing the far end where it was much less crowded. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone, nursing your gin and tonic, while waiting for your group to get drunker and drunker, and for when it became your responsibility to ship them home one by one in taxis.

Yoongi approached you like a cat. Slow, quiet, gaze intense on you. You had caught him out of the corner of your eye, and you instantly liked what you saw. Lithe body clad in all black, jet black hair, feline eyes, and lips pressed into a tight line. He had a mysterious and intimidating aura about him.

He sat himself next to you, then ordered a whiskey. Seeing your half empty glass, he offered to buy you another.

“No thanks,” you shook your head. “I’m good.”

Yoongi glanced at your party. “Your group?”

You nodded. “Yup, gotta make sure they all return home safely later.”

“Ah,” Yoongi let out a dry chuckle. “I see.”

“That was a weird laugh.” You told him, narrowing your eyes.

He looked at you, his sharp features looked considerably softer. “Don’t be mad.”

“It never ends well when you start with that.” You warned him.

“You see,” Yoongi brought your gaze to a group of men and women seated not far from where your party was. “I thought you were one of them.”

One of them. The ‘them’ he referred to was a group of scantily clad women, throwing themselves onto the men in suits. It didn’t take a genius to know who those women were.

“Seriously? You thought this,” you pointed up and down your work suit, “equals to that?”

Yoongi looked you in the eye and knew you were teasing him. And you really were. You were intrigued by him. And you were hoping Yoongi could be a fun distraction.

“I’m sorry for assuming,” he apologized, “some men like skimpy dresses, I however, like suits. Obviously I have better taste than they are.” He smirked at the group.

You turned to face him fully, crossing your legs. You smiled inwardly when you caught his eyes dropping down to your skirt, slightly hiked up from your new sitting position. “I still feel very insulted.”

Yoongi rubbed his chin. “Let me make it up to you.” He leaned forward, and the proximity of his face to yours made your heart beat faster. He was a good looking guy, but with the cockiness in his words, his sexiness level was off the charts.

“Let me,” his voice dropped several octaves, sending a rush of warmth to your core, “eat you out. I’ll give you the best oral of your life.”

You felt your body was instantly lit on fire. Keeping your voice steady, you asked him, “What if I’m not satisfied?”

“I’ll give you my number. And you can call me whenever you need to evaluate my tongue technology skills.”

You burst out laughing. You couldn’t believe the balls on this guy.

“I can’t leave them.” You tipped your head at your group.

“I know for a fact the restroom here is clean.”

Your eyes widened. “How often do you do this here?”

Yoongi shrugged. “My first time tonight. I know the rest room is clean because I used it not ten minutes ago. So?” He hopped off his stool, and offered you his hand.

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. Your head still couldn’t believe what was happening, but your core was leaking arousal and you knew which one was making the final decision.

You placed your hand in his, and he smirked. It annoyed you how smug he was, but the way the corner of his lip lifted, it was so sexy. You were done for.

Yoongi led you to one of the restrooms, he told you the restrooms in the bar were all private so there was no need to worry someone would walk in on you both.

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

Yoongi locked the door. He directed you to lean against the wall. Your hand grabbed the sink next to you for anchor. The way he looked at you was so predatorial. His eyes were sharp and pierced through yours. The way he licked his lips was like a starved man finally being served his favorite meal.

“I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste since I saw you sitting on that bar all alone.” He looked you up and down, undressing you with his eyes. You swallowed. Your throat was suddenly dry. All the liquid in your body was pooling in your panties, you were sure of it.

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing your body against the wall. His hands skimmed the hem of your pencil skirt, and looking into your eyes, he slowly inched the material up. His fingers were grazing against your pantyhose, burning your skin through it.

When your skirt was finally bunched up around your waist, you bit your lip to still a whimper, and Yoongi chuckled. His face came even closer to yours, you prepare yourself for the feel of his lips yours.

But he ducked sideways, his mouth aimed at your ear instead. “My name is Yoongi, in case you need to scream it out when you cum on my tongue.”

Your chest heaved and you let out a small moan. His hands had found the waistband of your panties and your pantyhose, but instead of pulling them down- which you were hoping he would, SOON- because you just couldn’t take it anymore- he rubbed against the skin underneath, making you squirm.

He gave you that smug smirk again. And licking his lips, he leaned down to kiss you. Only to be met by your finger. He looked at you quizzically.

“No kissing,” you chided. “You haven’t earned that yet, you smug boy.”

His eyes twinkled at your challenge. “Do I get your name, at least? I’ll spell it with my tongue.” He yanked your panties and pantyhose down. Your knees immediately went jelly, and he chuckled again at your state.

“_______.” You breathed out. He kneeled before you, then helped you rid of your underclothes to bare yourself to him.

Yoongi hooked your leg over his shoulder. He parted your folds then licked his lips. He could see your sex throbbing, so desperate for a touch.

Keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue over your clit. You gasped loudly. Liking your reaction, he flicked your nub again, but this time putting more pressure on it. He started spelling your name on your clit, as he had promised to do, the pressure from his tongue sending your body into a fiery mess and your arousal dripping into his waiting mouth.

“Did I spell it right?” Yoongi pulled back.

“Fuck yeah.” You rested your head on the wall. Your body felt heavy, and you hadn’t even cummed yet.

“Ready to scream my name, babe?”

You looked down to him. His milky white complexion almost made him look angelic, such an irony to the sinful act he was doing to you. You buried your fingers in his hair and tugged softly.

“Less talking and more doing, hmm?” You directed his head to your dripping core.

You felt the vibration from his chuckle against your dewy lips, and you instantly moaned. With his tongue flat against your sex, he started lapping at you. He was encouraged by your moan and from your grip on his hair.

He found that you liked having his tongue poking into your hole and sliding up and down your slit. He could tell from your moans how you liked his lips wrapped around your clit and how he slurped up your juice obscenely. He wanted to finger you, to feel your walls around his digits. But he wanted to see how far his tongue could take you. And soon he got an answer.

Your thighs started shaking, and your moans were getting louder. He tongued your entrance, swirling his organ in and around your hole, eagerly exploring it. He groaned when you ground yourself down against his mouth.

“Close, so close,” you panted, “make me cum, please.”

Yoongi gripped your thighs tighter, pressing his face further in, diving deeper into you. His tongue fucked into your cunt mercilessly, while his nose rubbed against your clit. You felt him pushing you harder and up against the wall, as if anchoring you before your free fall into ecstasy.

And the orgasm came in a mad rush, a white hot explosion that burnt your entire body as you convulsed and shook above Yoongi. He continued to tongue you, groaning and moaning at the drizzle of your nectar oozing out, only slowing down once he felt your body going lax. He massaged your thighs, kissing the skin at the junction of your limbs and your pussy tenderly, until you pushed his head away.

Yoongi looked up to you and grinned. You looked so fucked out, and only from this tongue alone.

“You didn’t scream my name, babe.” Yoongi slowly stood up, his face ghosting over yours. “I’m sad.”

“You’ve got to do it again then.” You could smell yourself on him, a mix of your sex with the alcohol he had had before. “Kiss me, Yoongi.”

He crushed his lips into yours, immediately his wicked tongue invaded your mouth. You sucked on it greedily, and smiled when he groaned. He pulled away, his eyes heavy with lust. He moved your body towards the sink, bending you over it, then he spread your legs wide. You gripped onto the porcelain, and turned your head sideways to be met by your own reflection in the mirror.

Yoongi was above you, pushing your hair away from your neck. He kissed and licked it, sending shivers down your spine. Catching your reflection, he nibbled on your earlobe before pointing his tongue into your ear canal. Satisfied at the way your face crunched and the way you moaned underneath him, he stood up and massaged your ass cheeks.

“You look so sinful, _______ .” His fingers were kneading your flesh hard. “Still dripping too, you really like my tongue that much?”

“Yes.” You sobbed your answer. Your legs were shaking again, from the position they were in but also from the anticipation. You felt Yoongi breathing near your cunt, and automatically bucked your hips, but he held you down, rendering you immobile under his grips.

Yoongi gave you a long fat lick, from the clit all the way to the spot between your pussy and your asshole. “Oh Yoongi, that feels good.”

Taking your cue, he repeated the motion; sometimes spending more time teasing your clit, sometimes sucking on your hole, drinking up your juices, sometimes he went a bit higher, testing your reaction when he licked around your puckered hole. Whatever he did, he sent you deeper and deeper into lustful pleasure.

You felt his tongue stabbing into your pussy again, and his nose deliciously close to your other hole. Your moans were encouraging him, and he moved your ass back and forth, making you rut on his mouth. Without taking his mouth off you, Yoongie shuffled up higher until his tongue reached your asshole. With your arousal thick on his tongue, he circled around the hole and gave it little kitten licks. He growled when you wailed at how good it felt, but still, you were not screaming his name yet. So he continued eating your ass, until you became a whimpering mess, He quickly moved back to your pussy, sucking on it harshly and loudly. The slurping sounds his mouth was making were so loud in the restroom, with only your moans drowning them.

“Yoongi, ah… don’t stop..” you begged.

Yoongi went to overdrive. Hearing you moaned out his name spurred him on. He latched onto your clit now, flicking and sucking it, picking up his pace as your breathing got more laboured.

“Yoon… Yoongi..” you chanted his name like a prayer, and you were getting so close to your second orgasm. Yoongi sensed it too, and he continued to work on your clit, determined he would not stop until you cried with pleasure, with his name on your mouth.

With Yoongi’s tongue on your clit, you reached your second orgasm. “Yoongi!” you screamed as heat erupted from your core to the rest of your body. It was more intense than the first one, and you grabbed onto the sink for dear life. Your body was heaving, your thighs closed tightly around Yoongi’s head, and still, his tongue did not let up. You started to drone out, Yoongi’s name still repeatedly leaving your lips.

Yoongi stood up, then pulled you up from the sink, to hug you from behind. You were still recovering from your orgasm, and he wrapped your shaking body with his arms. His lips were all over your neck, kissing you softly as you returned back to earth.

When he felt your breathing had steadied, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You scoffed weakly. “You’re all sweet now you’ve heard me scream your name?”

Yoongi smiled against your hair. “Come home with me.”

You stiffened and pushed yourself out from Yoongi’s arms. Grabbing your pantyhose and your underwear, you asked Yoongi to turn around as you put them back on. Yoongi stayed silent, still waiting for your answer.

Smoothing down your skirt, you moved to the mirror by the sink to ensure you still looked presentable, and not like someone who had just had two orgasms in a public restroom. Yoongi stared at you through the mirror. Do you want to go home with him? God yes, you thought, if he could make you feel that good with his tongue alone, you definitely wanted to find out what the rest of him could do. But, as much as you wanted a warm body next to you, you wanted to make him suffer a bit.

“Give me your number.” You fished your phone out of your purse. Yoongi recited his number.

“I’ll get in touch, okay? And thanks for the two mind blowing orgasms.”

Yoongi laughed, nodded then waved you off. You felt a little bad, so you gave him a long lingering kiss before you exited the restroom.

~~~

Yoongi didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out. Three days after your encounter, you found yourself clocking yet another overtime, and feeling frustrated as hell. You sent him a text.

== [22:15] Hey, it’s _______ . From the bar. What are you doing?

== Yoongi-Bar [22:16] Depends on what you’re doing

== Yoongi- Bar (22:16] Didn’t think you’d contact me tbh

== [22:17] Aw, sorry to keep you waiting. Was wondering if your tongue is up for some workout?

You felt rather nervous seeing three blue dots appearing and disappearing. Was that too forward? It couldn’t be, from the way he approached you that night, this had got to be up his alley.

== Yoongi-Bar [22:19] I’m still at work. But you’re welcome to come (lol). Here’s my address. Text me when you;ve arrived. I’ll come down to get you.

In less than half an hour, you arrived at his office, which turned out to be a music studio. Ten minutes after that, you were on his desk, spread-eagle, with his head between your legs. Less than five minutes after your orgasm, you returned the favor, giving him what he claimed to be the best blowjob of his life. Shortly after midnight, the two of you were eating over-seasoned ramen at a nearby pochajang.

~~~

Your arrangement with Yoongi was a comfortable one. There was definitely lust at first sight between the two of you, but the chemistry started and ended there. You were both too career-minded to even consider a relationship, and so you settled being each other’s booty calls. Funnily enough, a friendship was formed too. You both would vent about your bosses and clients while getting dressed after your mind-blowing fuck sessions, and you sent each other encouraging messages too during stressful times. And most times, those messages included photos of body parts that would send your panties wet or give him uncomfortable hard-ons.

Four months after your first encounter, Yoongi told you he was going on a world tour with his artists. He would be away for six months, jumping from timezone to timezone, so it would be difficult to arrange a time for a regular online hook-ups.

“Yoongi, I’m pretty sure you can find someone during your tour stops.”

“I don’t want random women though. I’m comfortable with you. And safe.” He nearly whined.

“I can draft up an NDA if you’re worried about them going to some tabloids or something.”

He leaned back in his chair. “No. I don’t want that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, what do you want, then?”

“Let’s make a sex tape.”

You burst out laughing at Yoongi’s suggestion, but you immediately stopped when you saw the look on his face. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he nodded thoughtfully, “watching it would help me jerk off and therefore it would be relaxing, and we wouldn’t have to constantly figure out the time difference…. “

“Well what’s in it for me?” You cut off his lame reasonings.

“The satisfaction that the country’s most successful music producer is jacking off to you.”

“Most successful, huh?”

“Babe, I’ll be at the top before you know it.” You sometimes forgot what a smug bastard he was.

You thought about it. You were not going to lie that the idea of making a sex tape with Yoongi was making you extremely excited. And the thought of him touching himself while watching himself and you, well it was fucking hot. And most importantly, you trusted him, you really did. If you were ever to document your sexual acts, Yoongi was the best person to do it with in your books.

“Our faces cannot be visible.” You set out your terms. “And we’d have to do it where no one would trace it back to your place or mine.”

Yoongi nodded.

“And you’d have to keep it somewhere safe. Not in some cloud or wherever that can be hacked.”

Yoongi tapped his hard-drive. “It’d stay with my unpublished songs.” The safest place indeed, he guarded those works with his life.

“OK, when should we do it?”

~~~

You decided to film your sex tape a week before Yoongi left. Yoongi was setting up the camera in the hotel room you had booked. Once done, he rehearsed the positions you both would be doing to ensure none of your faces would be visible.

“Fuck Yoongi, you’re really setting the mood right now! Can we just start? It’s been half an hour!” You threw yourself on the bed.

Yoongi muttered. “Fine, fine, we’ll edit it or something later. Come on babe, lie there, in the middle.”

You positioned yourself in the space where Yoongi had pointed. You were already naked, and you watched Yoongi undress. “Remember, don’t scream my name no matter how much you want to.” He warned.

“Min Yoongi, just fucking start.”

Yoongi chuckled as he pressed the record button. Then with his back to the camera, he climbed onto the bed. Spreading your legs, he made himself comfortable between them. Your hands immediately went to his hair; he loved having his hair tugged and pulled when he went down on you.

He knew what you loved too. He knew you loved it when he spread your lips apart, exposing your sex to him. When he licked up and down your slit like he was savoring a melting ice cream cone. When he inserted a finger to tease your hole after he got you all soaked and dripping. When he inserted a second finger as he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked on it. When he moved his body up to lie on top of yours, to kiss you and give you a taste of yourself while his fingers were pumping you.

And when he pushed in a third finger, you moaned into his mouth, which sent him grinding his hips against yours. His free hand grabbed your breast, massaging it before his fingers pinched and tugged your nipple. He broke the kiss, and he rose up to look at you.

“So sexy babe.” He whispered to you. You closed your eyes, sighing contentedly and enjoying the pleasure he was giving you. Yoongi made his way back down, kissing and sucking both your nipples, before his head was between your legs again.

His fingers were covered in your slick; you had gotten so wet and he could feel your walls pulsating around his fingers. His mouth went back to your clit as he curled his fingers in you. You arched your back, biting your lip for you nearly moaned out his name. Yoongi felt the pressure building in you, so he licked and sucked your clit harder while his fingers were stretching your cunt.

Your grip in Yoongi’s hair was getting tighter as you were getting closer to your release. He recognised the signal, familiar with your body by now, and he sped up his movements. He groaned into your pussy, encouraging you to let go and fall into your climax.

You came, with your legs shaking and sandwiching Yoongi’s head, and your back arched, your stiff nipples pointing to the ceiling. Yoongi let go of your clit, but he kept his fingers moving in and out of you at a slower pace. Kissing your way up, he nuzzled your neck, waiting for you to come down from your high. You blinked a few times and swallowed to wet your dry throat.

“Want me to suck you?” You asked softly. Yoongi shook his head. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your arousal on his cock, lubricating it.

“I wanna fuck you now.” He got on his knees and grabbed your legs to push them back towards your chest.

This was his favorite position; it gave him a clear view of his cock sliding into your pussy and of your boobs bouncing as he pounded into you. You grabbed the back of your knees, opening yourself to him, and he guided his hard cock to enter your cunt.

You gasped softly as you felt the head breached your entrance. Despite his fingers having stretched you, your pussy still fought against the intrusion. Yoongi watched your face as he continued to push himself in. Your face contorted as he bottomed out in you, and he grinded on you to push himself deeper.

You moaned loudly at the pressure on your lower abdomen. It felt too full, but you whined when Yoongi pulled back. It was too empty, but not for long, as he slammed his cock back into you. He started to piston hard and fast, battering your pussy.

You pulled your knees back further until they were next to your bouncing tits. Yoongi groaned at the new angle and you sobbed over how your cunt was being impaled over and over.

Yoongi leaned further down, resting his forehead on yours, and your pants and moans were mixed together. His cock was jackhammering at a maddening pace, and his balls were slapping against your ass. The sounds of skin slapping against skin were deafening, along with the wanton slick noises of his cock plunging into your pussy like an erotic juicer.

“I want to suck you.” You declared between pants. “I want your cum in my mouth, babe.”

Yoongi growled and rammed his cock in, keeping it fully sheathed in you. You then wrapped your arms around each other, and keeping your heads down, he flipped you over so that you were on top. You pulled yourself off Yoongi’s cock, and you both whined at the action.

You left trails of kisses down Yoongi’s body, from his mouth, to his chin, his neck, chest, abdomen till you met his cock, still glossy and covered in your arousal. You positioned your body so that your ass was sticking up and your legs slightly spread to give a peak of your swollen pussy, hoping it would be smack centre in the frame of the video.

You licked the head of Yoongi’s cock like a lollipop, enjoying the taste of his precum mixed with your own juices. You stuck your tongue out to lap around the head while your hands cradled his balls. Then you licked up and down his shaft, replacing the liquid from your pussy with your own saliva.

“Oh fuck, don’t tease, babe.”

Humming, you wrapped your lips tightly around the head of his cock, and then slowly moved down to take him in. You felt his hips buck, and you immediately relaxed your throat to take as much of him as you could. When your nose bumped against the thin trail of hair on his skin, you flattened your tongue on his shaft and you started to bob your head up and down.

You glanced up to see Yoongi’s chest falling and rising sharply. You tightened your lips around him some more and you picked up your pace, hungry and greedy for his cum, but also being even more aroused by his moans and the thought of him watching this video you were taping later on when he was away.

So, keeping one hand on his balls, your other reaches down between your legs to rub your clit. Still feeling sensitive, you moaned at your own touch against his cock. You felt him jerk again, his cock twitched in your mouth. You rubbed your clit faster, knowing the vibrations from your moans were adding an extra sensation for Yoongi.

“Babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi warned as he grabbed your head, pressing it down on him. You closed your eyes and took him in, you felt spurts of his cum spraying into your throat, and you rubbed and pressed on your clit relentlessly, driving yourself towards your own release.

Once Yoongi’s cock had gone soft and your own heart beat returned to normal, you dragged yourself back up and laid yourself on top of Yoongi.

“Stay down,” he whispered, “I gotta turn off the camera.”

Yoongi stood up, still careful to ensure his face was not in the frame, and stopped the recording. He went back to bed with the camera.

“You wanna watch?”

You nodded. Yoongi pulled you up so you sat in front of him, your back to his chest. Your heart started beating fast again.

Yoongi pressed play, and you both giggled a bit in embarrassment when your naked bodies came into frame. Embarrassment soon turned into excitement, however, and Yoongi swiftly put your legs over his, and held them open as his free hand zeroed in on your pussy.

“Wet again.” He commented as he ran his finger along your slit.

You felt a growing erection behind you. You reached back to stroke it. “Hard again.”

“What time is check out tomorrow?” He nibbled your ear.

“Ahh,” you moaned. “I requested for a late check out.” You squeezed his cock.

“Mmmh,” he groaned. “You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, babe.”

You sighed lustfully as you felt his finger going back into your pussy.

“Worth it.”

—-

Today

You stop the video right before Yoongi in the tape starts cumming. You haven’t watched this video in a while, and you realise that watching it doesn’t elicit any reactions now, unlike before.

You sigh wistfully. You miss Yoongi. You miss hanging out with him, as friends. He’s been back from the tour for a few months now, and he has indeed become one of- if not the most- sought after producer, just as he promised he would be.

You have stayed in touch when he was away. Mostly through texts, teasing each other with r-rates photos, and he also shared his feelings over the world tour and the wonders he experienced watching thousands of foreign fans singing along to his songs. You were proud of him.

Somehow he also remembered all your important court dates and the clients who were driving you nuts, and he made sure you got enough encouragement to push through. You were grateful for his support.

He called you a few times once he had returned, and as much as you want to see him, you have been putting him on the back burner as you navigate your relationship with your new boyfriend. You realise it is about time you break the news to Yoongi- he’s not just a mere fuck-buddy to you, he’s become your friend. He deserves to know.

You dial his number, and after a few rings, he answers.

“Hey _______ ,” he drawls, “what’s up.”

“Hey Yoon. How are you doing?”

“Busy, still in the studio.” You glance at your clock. Eleven pm. Nothing has changed. “Wanna come over?”

You smile into the phone. “Sorry Yoon, I don’t think I can come over anymore.”

“Oh.”

“I’m seeing someone, like seriously.” You try to explain.

“Well, that’s good. I’m happy for you.” He sounds sincere. “He must be someone special.”

“Thanks. He is.”

Silence falls between you. It isn’t awkward, and you can imagine him smiling softly at the other hand.

“Uh, I’d still like us to hang out though, as friends.” You offer.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

You’re smiling from ear to ear. “Great. Maybe I can introduce you to him too.”

He chortles. “Seriously? You think that’s a good idea?”

“Well you’re my friend!”

“A friend who filmed a sex tape with you.”

You purse your lips. “Well he doesn’t need to know about that. Do you still have it by the way?”

“Yeah, I don’t watch it as often as I thought I would though.” He laughs. “Tour and work sucks out all my energy.”

You laugh along with him. “What a shame.”

“I will delete it, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You surprise yourself when you shake your head and reject his suggestion hastily. “No, no, you don’t have to.”

“______, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you answer with conviction. “Consider it as a fuck buddy parting gift.”

Yoongi laughs again. “Kinda feel you trust me too much, babe.”

“Ah Yoongi-ah,” you giggle. “I’ve always trusted you, don’t you know that?”

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dollwritesarchive · 4 years ago

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GOD MR SAVAGE HAS A BREEDING KINK WBK

I want you to know.. this request broke my mind KRKDKDK I will never be the same

the impact at your back as you’re slung on to the bed is tantamount to the ferocity at which you claw for him, hands fleeing to grapple at the fabric that gives against the pressure provided, tearing at the seams in minuscule shreds, essentially ruining the top completely. you don’t care, you only want his body on yours. the moment you feel the pressure of his weight on the mattress, knees sinking into it at the foot as if the bed were quicksand, you whine and tug harder. “C‘ mere-“ the breathy plea falls from your lips all too easily.

he does so, although not in the way you’d expected or hoped, for his palms keep his body leveraged, planted on either side in order to allow him to hover above you, just out of reach. a groan of frustration vibrates your couplet as your nails urge him, by thread or flesh, to meet your body with his own. one foot juts out of instinct, and his half-packed suitcase topples over, spilling garments into the floor. oh well, looks like he’s going to have to repack. “Tell me what you want, baby girl,” purring in that husky tone he only gets when he’s about to decimate your body, said baritone is thick with lust and sends signals of euphoric urgency to your core, soaking your skimpy panties. oh-so kissable tiers ghost over yours, even as you attempt to elevate in order to capture them in a more passionate embrace, they’re fleeting, he’s recoiling, managing to stay just out of reach, but close enough to taunt you with his taste and the warmth of his breath on your cheeks as stormy oceans lock on to your gaze. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“I want,” you pause, only long enough to hook your knees over his hips, ankles locking together at the small of his back as it desperately attempting to keep him in place. “No, I need you to fuck me, Sav. Right now, let me feel you.” you didn’t want to think about the hour that follows this one, the clock beside your bed a solemn reminder that he would be gone again, flying across the world and leaving you home alone, with only the memory you were about to make to keep you warm until his return. your back arches, hands sliding down the expanse of his chest until they reach stiff denim, cradling the already-firm tent found there. he didn’t have time to undress, this you knew, but it didn’t take away any of the intimacy of the encounter; if anything, the march of time made you all the more fervent. “Make me miss your cock days after you’re gone, ruin me, please!”

“Yeah?” it sounds as though he’s teasing you, breath hot on your lips for a split second before he pulls back, sitting on his feet. one of his hands flee to unbutton his fly while the other takes its time, gliding through your roots and down your cheek, only for his thumb to dip against the seam of your lips, pushing past the threshold and into your waiting mouth. you take the digit in with the warmest of welcomes, tongue dancing over the flesh in greeting before your lips wrap around it in a tight embrace, the purr stuck at the back of your throat the moment you taste his skin. it’s so raw, so him. “Then pull those legs back so daddy can pound you proper.” you’re willing to do whatever he says, only you pause, fingers curling around the waistband of your lingerie in order to do away with it. “Keep them on,” a firm growl from your lover stills your movement, the action dissipating, and instead you reach for the underside of your thighs, pulling them wide apart and back as far as they could go. Sav always got that look on his face when you were completely open to him, holding your legs back with your knees against your chest; that cocky smirk, for he was the one that had trained you to do such a trick, and you did it oh-so well. “That’s my good girl.”

the moment his length is freed from the cruel confines of its denim prison your heart leaps into your throat. no matter how many times you’d seen his manhood before this, you always had the same reaction. awe, for it was truly a masterpiece to behold: from the thick, pulsating veins that trace the impressive length of him, to the bulbous, reddened head, and the dark patch of hair that peeks out from the gaping opening in his jeans. he’d wiggled them down on to his thighs, so luckily for you, you were able to admire the entire package. instinct urges your tongue to dart out and taste the air as it then glides along your lower lip, wanton for that familiar, musky flavor clinging to his skin. his thumb pushes further into your mouth, the pad seeming to massage the back of your tongue and you remember that it’s there the moment tears well up in your ducts, immediately encasing it once again. meanwhile, his chest heaves, weighted with desire, as his fist guides the tool within it to rub along the damp fabric of your panties: once, twice, thrice, until you’re whimpering’s muffled from his thumb prodding your esophagus, and it’s only when he sees your eyelids flutter from the stimulation he’s providing that his forefinger hooks into your panties and pulls them to one side, creating access to your sex just wide enough for him to fit inside.

you have little time to enjoy the ecstasy of that first, full thrust, before he’s withdrawing, only to bury himself to the hilt once more in a ferocious rhythm that has you wheezing in feeble attempts to catch the air knocked from your lungs. nails biting at the own flesh of your own thighs, your body is jostled about as if you weigh nothing at all, bouncing against his rabid thrusts. “F-fuck yes!” you manage to cry, albeit slurred around his thumb. his forefinger joins the extremity, while the rest of the digits grasp at your face and neck where they fall. it isn’t about the position of his hand, merely the need to hold you, to keep you in place and take you how he wants, and you accept that t graciously, welcoming his torso the moment he decides to use it and pin your knees to your chest with a lusty yelp. ankles resting on his shoulders, Sav is merciless in his conquest to please the both of you in what little time he’s provided, pounding you out hard and deep, allowing you not a chance to catch your breath before he bottoms out again; and with your hands now free to wander and his body so close to yours, they beeline for his nape, grasping helplessly at the curls found there. you’re able to use his locks as a sort of leash; finding out that the harder you pull, the deeper his cock pushes into you, until you’re so full that your back arches, you’re almost certain one wrong move and you would break in half, the pressure between your hips overwhelming. in order to curb the sensation, your canines sink into his knuckles and he groans, your walls clenching to keep his body locked within your own. “Mm!” is the only thing you can say, and it’s a incoherent moan of ecstasy.

the rutting of his hips seem almost mechanical, as he seemed to have no end in sight, eager to reach your limit and beyond; your body embraces the abuse with fluttering walls that milk him tighter than he’s ever felt before. though your eyes dare to roll back in your skull, your release quickly approaching if the tightening of your guts and the way your muscles draw up involuntarily is any indication, you desperately want to watch his expression. brows knitting together, you force your lids to remain peeled back; you’ve a front row seat to Rick Savage’s most vulnerable moments of ecstasy, and you refuse to miss it. the way his teeth grit, face contorting in pleasure is a thing of beauty, working in tandem with the depraved, broken moans falling from his lips to send you into a frenzy. “Damn, baby, you feel just like-“ his sentences are partials, interrupted by bestial panting and your own cries growing louder each time you feel him fill you to the brim, “-fucking heaven!” both of his hands fall to frame your cheeks, holding your face tightly in his palms with the tips of his fingers gripping your tendrils, crystalline oceans refusing to let yours leave his as his thrusts become more erratic, more wild. you know he’s close, you can feel the way he twitches within your depths, but that only pushes you into your own orgasm. “ ‘m gonna think about this every fucking night, baby girl, while I’m stroking my cock after every, single show. The only thing on my mind is, mn, going to be you- this pretty face flushed and hot when I am balls deep in your little honey pot, and how tight your delicious cunt is-“ it’s the way his voice cracks amidst his words that gives him away, however he’s gentleman enough to give you a verbal warning, toes digging into the sea of sheets beneath him as if preparing to pull out of you. “I’m so close, sweetheart, where do you want it?”

your nails scrape his scalp, a solid yank of his hair sending the most heavenly of whimpers to his lips as your back arches. it was your silent way of telling him he better not dare pull out of you, but you were awash with your undoing, body convulsing beneath him so the words wouldn’t come out right away. interlocking your ankles around his neck, the sole of one foot massages the space between his shoulder blades, the pleas of his name fading to a low murmur until you’re rocked with aftershocks, thighs quaking against his chest. you still couldn’t justify his member leaving your body. “... Cum inside me, Sav-“

the way his eyes light up has you pondering the notion that to do so had been his intention all along. ragged panting against your lips does little to distract you from the way the top portion of his swollen couplet curls over his teeth, tongue following suit to glide along the pearly whites, the bucking of his hips had slowed- now adding much more depth and fervency to the act, he holds your face practically against his own. “Oh? Is that what you want, baby? For daddy to fill you up, put a little one in ya?” cum drunk and yearning for him to feel the same bliss that you do, you nod with your eyelids fluttering. the weight of them is almost too much, but the moment you feel his forehead against yours, hear his demand, you obey. “Open your eyes, love... I want you to watch me knock you up.” your grip is much too weakened by your climax to continue to hold his hair, and you allow your arms to fall limp above your head in glorious defeat.

the statement is followed by a handful of aggressive thrusts that send ripples through your entirety, before he forces himself as deep as possible without snapping your frame in half. a long, guttural sound of pleasure resides at the base of his throat, only beginning to ooze from his lips when his own eyelids betray him, fluttering closed to allow him to lose his composure, and come undone with raspy cries of your name beneath his breath. it’s only after the beautiful, sordid visage that you feel the warmth invading your belly, filling you just about to bursting. in an attempt to catch your own breath, you hum with your lips sealed, forcing the oxygen to enter through your nose as you bask in the sensation of taking Sav’s load. you wanted to stay like this forever, completely full of his seed, reveling in the warmth, but you know it’s impossible.

moments after his release, Sav ejects himself from your core, earning a whine of utter distaste from your end, but he’s quick to rectify the action by, instead, pulling your panties back into place, running his hand along the fabric to massage your sensitive sweet-spot while he does so, until you squirm, rebelling against his fingers. “That’s my favorite girl,” he purrs, sitting back on his feet once again. his hands find yours, guiding them back to their original positioning against your thighs. “Stay just like that, baby girl. Daddy wants to make sure his boys find their way home.” he gives your sex a gentle pat as if to punctuate his sentence, before he kneels down to kiss the soaked fabric. “Mm, and by the time I get home you’re going to be so swollen, that every one will be able to tell I’ve made you mine. Completely.”

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yeochikin · 4 years ago

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little sunflower. | s. mingi

a/n: thank you so much to anon for requesting this, and for your patience! i honestly loved writing this so much aaaa but wbk that colly is a sucker for barista aus dffdnjf anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this! ✨💖

word count: 9k

main focus: mingi x fem. reader

warning(s): there could be inaccuracies in this regarding the floristry field and being a barista, with that, i do apologise ;; other than that, i don’t think there are anymore! also, do excuse any grammar mistakes as this has not been proofread!

pulling back the curtains that allowed the rays of the morning sun to seep through the dim bedroom, your eyes squinted over so slightly at the sudden brightness hitting your vision, causing you to blink rapidly to adjust to the bright light. once you were finally used to the brightness, your gaze was met with a clear blue sky, as if the morning hours were bidding you a good morning. the sight alone was enough to make your lips pull themselves into a contented smile. with how it was raining a few days ago for the past week, you were glad to see the sun shining ever so brightly as if it was a huge spotlight hanging in the sky’s canvas hanging above the small town you are currently living in for the past couple of years.

of course, you knew that there were a few people whom you had known loved the rainy days. deep inside, you would be loving it too with how relaxing the sounds of the rain gently pelting against your rooftop along with the cool air making you crave for something hot to drink from your favourite sunflower patterned mug before letting the sleep succumb you due to the sounds of rain acting as a soft lullaby, mother nature’s lullaby was what you had called it. however, with your current work?

you could only wish that rainy days would happen during the weekends.

being the town’s florist, rainy days meant there was a lot of cleaning up to do the very next day, with how some the soils of your flowers and hedges outside of your shop needed tending to do, some of them would even manage to get all over the ground outside of your shop. if you needed customers, a welcoming appearance would be crucial for said shop without it looking like some type of abandoned building instead. not only that, you had to make sure that some of the flowers were not ruined.

so now here you are, standing in front of your vanity. your fingers gently clipped some of your hair back with a couple of hair clips in the shape of your favourite flower, the sunflower if anyone couldn’t tell by now, then gave yourself one last look at your appearance for the day. once satisfied, you grabbed your work bag which consisted of your essentials that were necessary for your workplace, quickly making your way out of the house, locking the door behind you.

the town you are currently residing in is a safe place with how friendly faces would be seen everywhere you go but you can never be too sure. placing your work bag into the little basket that was attached to your bicycle, you finally got on and made your way to your little flower shop.

but of course, not before stopping by aurora cafe.

as soon as you stepped into the cafe, your senses were instantly hit with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee along with baked goods that lingered in the air, no doubt just having them fresh out of the oven after the cafe has been opened for – you checked the time on your phone – about half an hour or so. it was always a routine of yours, really, coming almost an hour after the cafe had opened before making your way to the flower shop. though it did not necessarily need a lot of energy throughout most days, you wanted to have that extra boost from the cafe’s goods or else you would easily fall asleep while tending your flowers.

but of course, other than grabbing your usual morning coffee with a side of a pastry of your choice for the day, there was simply another reason why you always stopped by the cafe.

“hello to you too, little sunflower.” a deep voice belonging to a certain tall owner greeted you as soon as you stepped up towards the counter, a sheepish smile playing over your lips at the name. despite how deep the timbres in his tone was, it held a certain amount of warmth that you were oh-so-familiar with.

standing at the cash register, stood song mingi, the barista of aurora cafe who smiled down at you through his large circular framed glasses, his eyes turning upwards that reminded you of tiny crescent moons as he did so. his hair was slicked back ever so stunningly that never fails to make you stop in your place every time to absentmindedly admire and hold yourself back from how much you wanted to run your fingers through the strands of his hair but the idea was enough to catch yourself, internally mentally scolding yourself for making it seem like you were some sort of freak for staring at him silently.

mingi, just like you, was one of the recent residents of the town that had recently moved in as well, though he had already been living here just a year before you moved into town. you still remembered how he offered to help you out in moving some of your things into your house.

“do you need some help?”

a deep voice reached into your ears, causing you to cease your soft huffs from the numerous amount of times going back and forth from the moving truck to the inside of your house by carrying your boxes. there, you spotted a tall boy who seemed to be around your age, standing in front of you with his hands shoved inside the pockets of his loosely knitted cardigan that somehow managed to look ever so stylish on him with the way his glasses hung over the bridge of his pointed nose. had he didn’t push them back with his index finger, they would surely fall off.

regaining your senses, your eyes blinked widely for a few times over the male who was still waiting for your response patiently, before giving him a sheepish smile after glancing over the bigger boxes in the truck that would have clearly taken most of your time of the day trying to move them around by yourself.

“if it is not troubling you in any sort of way possible, i would love some extra hands helping me out.” you said, shifting the box in your arms as you could finally feel the weight slowly growing heavier the longer you stood there, feeling the ache in your arms starting to appear.

as if sensing your discomfort, the other simply brushed off your comment with a gentle ‘it’s no problem at all.’ before taking the box in your hands away from your hands, shooting you a bright grin that could somehow rival the sun hanging above your heads in the early afternoon sky. looking over the small house the two of you were standing in front of, the male glanced down at you.

“this house right?” he asked, making sure it was not the wrong house that he would suddenly barge into without knowing to whom it belonged to. his smile only widened as soon as you nodded your head at his question as you made your way to grab another box.

and with that, the two of you started to make work of putting the boxes where they belonged in the house. from there, the two of you decided to get to know each other a little more.

from what you gathered, mingi, the tall boy’s name, is indeed around your age. you found out that he had just moved into town a year before you did, saying that he was working as a barista with a friend who owned a cafe along with his girlfriend in town, saying that the friend had took over his grandfather’s cafe after the man had retired was what you had heard by what mingi had explained. from the way the taller male had happily explained how he just loved to experiment with different recipes being taught by his friend’s girlfriend, you had made a mental note to stop by the cafe soon.

skies above would know what a good cup of caffeinated goodness could do to you. that is, if you weren’t still busy organising your things in the house. you could only hope that nothing too overwhelming would be waiting for you tomorrow, though maybe you should not have jinxed that.

as soon as you told mingi that you moved here due to the fact that you are soon opening up your flower shop in town, his eyes glinted in excitement. but who were you kidding? everything seemed to fill his curiosity as if he was a child wondering what the world has to offer around him.

the passing seconds of moving the boxes and rearranging some of the easier and smaller furniture in the house turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. before you know it, it was already nearing the late afternoon with how the sun was almost sinking deep into the sea of pink mixed in with the colours of dark blue. a low gasp was released from your lips at the realisation of how much time had passed, turning to the male next to you while sprouting up multiple apologetic phrases.

the boy, on the other side, could only emit a light chortle from your actions and gently gave your shoulder a gentle pat with a tilt of his head as soon as your eyes met his own.

“if you’re that sorry, stop by the cafe tomorrow. that is, if you’re not busy!” the taller said. and before you could even protest, his phone suddenly went off, one finger being held up as if to tell you to wait for one moment. quickly fishing out his phone from his pocket, mingi answered the phone.

“what’s up, wooyoung?” there was a brief pause in his sentence as he listened to the other end. despite speaking through the phone, your ears could hear the faint words of ‘help’ and ‘coffee beans’ from the other end.

patiently, you waited until mingi was done with the brief phone call, the boy flashed you a sheepish smile as soon as he shoved the phone back into the pocket of his denims.

“that was wooyoung, he needed some help at the cafe, saying he wanted someone to taste test the new coffee beans he just ordered so i guess that’s my cue to go.” he explained before the glint of mischief swirling in the pools of his dark brown irises came back once again.

“and about tomorrow, come by if you can, little sunflower!” with a hand ruffling your hair, mingi winked down at you, then he is already on his way, leaving you stunned in place.

who knew that after the first meeting could lead you into coming to the cafe almost without a fail every morning before going to work. you weren’t going to lie, something about the taste of the coffee and pastries had some type of.. magical taste to it? if that would make sense. though, maybe it’s just you having a sweet tooth. not only were the food and beverages absolutely delicious, you also got to know the main people who handled the cafe as you remembered the time you decided to visit the place as soon as you were done setting up the flower shop for the day back then.

the owner of the cafe, jung wooyoung was what you had learned his name as soon as you came into the cafe on the second day of finally becoming a resident of the town. at first you were intimidated by how intense his gaze was as he worked on some of the customers’ orders along with the fox tattoo on his arm. but as soon as he lifted his head from the espresso machine and saw you reading through the menu, a huge grin spread over his lips, immediately welcoming you inside his cafe.

the two of you had a short conversation after you ordered a medium sized vanilla latte, wooyoung asking the expected questions from where you lived before coming here, to what made you decide to escape the city life and come to live in a small town just in the outskirts of the city. as soon as wooyoung told you to wait for your order, a girl came out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked cinnamon buns, a cat resting on her shoulder blades with its tail swishing back and forth lightly.

with the softened expression on wooyoung’s face after seeing the girl gave him a gentle grin, you knew that she is the girlfriend mingi had mentioned before. like wooyoung, she, too, has a tattoo but for her, it was around her wrist which looked like a bracelet of roses.

the girl noticed you and greeted you with a bright smile forming over her lips. the two of you introduced yourselves and with what you had gathered, she is in charge of baking the treats in the cafe wooyoung owned. even if she did not mention her position before, anyone could probably tell that she is the baker of the place with how she seemed to spend most of her time in the kitchen.

and lastly, there was the other barista, song mingi. now, you should have really thanked him for convincing you to come into this cafe in the first place from how happy he sounded as he told you about his workplace. upon seeing you at the counter, his eyes widened ever so slightly, claiming that he didn’t expect you to actually come to the cafe.

“gotta show you that i’m truly apologetic from yesterday, you know?” you laughed upon seeing how his jaw was slightly dropped at the sight of you standing near the waiting area wooyoung had told you as he worked on your drink.

mingi could only release a light laugh to hide his flustered gaze, a hand coming up to rub against his nape. “i just didn’t expect that you would come, i mean, i understand how busy you could be when you just moved i-”

“mingi, breathe.” wooyoung called out as he handed you your coffee, you mumbling a low ‘thanks’ in return before taking a small sip of the drink, careful not to burn your tongue.

instantly, your tastebuds were washed with the subtle bitter yet sweet taste of the caffeinated goodness. somehow, the drink felt really smooth on your tongue. the hot drink once you had swallowed it down was enough to make you feel warmth surging itself throughout your veins.

“this is really good!” you exclaimed, eyeing the hot drink in your hands before you heard wooyoung release a proud laugh, making his way to mingi’s side with his hand gently patting the taller shoulder.

“believe it or not, mingi was the one who taught me how to make the drink. at first, i wasn’t really good at it, surprisingly. so i hesitated to put it on the menu, but this guy right here,” he nudged mingi’s side with his elbow.

“was the one who showed me how to do it. perfect for when you just wanna wind down after a long day.” he said, mingi sinking down his teeth against the plush muscle of his lower lip to contain the bashful grin from forming.

turning to look at mingi, your lips curled themselves into a gentle beam, a brow quirking up, “might be a frequent customer with how good this is, i hope you don’t mind.”

the other could only simper at your words, giving you a subtle wink as wooyoung left the both of you to work on the other orders he received, “not at all, little sunflower.”

“the usual again, little sunflower?” you heard mingi’s voice reaching into your ears, him leaning on his elbows on the countertop with a lazy grin gracing itself over his lips.

feigning annoyance at the nickname, you merely rolled your eyes at him, effectively causing the male to release a low chuckle upon hearing the soft ‘you seem to forget my name.’

“i know your name is y/n, genius. but you know i like calling you little sunflower better, you remind me of one.” mingi winked, causing you to feel a familiar warmth reaching the apples of your cheeks before giving the tall barista a bashful beam.

suddenly, a loud voice came from behind. before you had the time to see who it was (not that you didn’t recognise the source immediately), wooyoung came out from the kitchen to greet you in his usual cheery manner. your irises caught sight of how some of the flour had managed to get onto his cheeks, effectively making you release a low giggle at the sight as you sent him a small wave of your hand. his girlfriend wasn’t in town at the moment, she had mentioned that she was going to visit her parents for a little while.

from the couple of years you have lived in the quaint town, the four of you managed to create a tight bond with each other but you would have to admit that the closest bond you have would be with the taller barista. it was truly a wonder why anyone would be intimidated by him at first. but by his height, it could be possible. yet if they truly get to know him, the way you would describe mingi would simply be… warm and safe.

despite only knowing each other for the said number of years, mingi had always been there for you (still is), even when you tried to shut everything and everyone from the outside world whenever you had one of those days where you feel like life has been an absolute pain in the neck. from the planned hangouts in the town’s diner every time the both of you finished with work for the day, to unannounced visits in each other’s houses for a lazy platonic cuddle session on your off days.

speaking of off days, today was totally not one of them, recalling why you stopped by here in the first place. you were too intent on listening to wooyoung as he animatedly boasted about how he managed to bake new recipes that were taught by his girlfriend and how you should try them that you forgot to mention that you needed your usual latte and a treat of the day. that was, until a brown paper bag along with a cup, which had a familiar distinct vanilla scent wafting through the little holes on the cup’s cover, entered your line of vision.

“can’t forget about these, little one.” mingi’s voice reached within your ears. you don’t know why but somehow, it made your blood rush to your cheeks, immediately causing you to look everywhere in the cafe, other than the tall male’s soft gaze on you due to being flustered, your hands taking the two items as he handed them to you with a quiet ‘thanks’ leaving your lips.

you knew that mingi always had different nicknames for you but lately, more frequently than not, you had noticed that he kept calling you little sunflower. not only that, you had caught him staring at you a few times whenever you decided to relax in the cafe as you waited mingi to finish his shift knowing that the cafe closes a little later than your own workplace. thinking that he would look away after being caught, you were the one caught off guard instead every time the said boy would send you a cheeky wink before laughing lightly at the sight of your confused (and red cheeks) face, going back to getting a customer’s order as they walked in. however, you only disregarded the feelings away with a simple thought in mind.

sure, he had called you that in the past but it was never with such a tone that was enough to make your insides feel all warm, stomach fluttering as if you had swallowed a bunch of butterflies.

song mingi is only being nice to you, like he is to everyone else. and with how close the two of you are, there was bound to be some sort of teasings in every friendship that had formed a tight bond.

of course, anyone would feel the way you were feeling. who wouldn’t be when he just held the brightest of smiles on his face along with the gentle deep timbres of his would be heard, asking about a customer’s day as they waited for wooyoung to make their drinks so they wouldn’t feel as awkward lingering around the waiting area. needless to say, he’s just a friendly giant.

“as much as i like you being here, i think you should go and open up your shop, i know that you needed some cleaning and tending to do after the rain yesterday.” wooyoung’s voice suddenly cut your train of thoughts, a cheshire grin curling over his plump lips before walking back into the kitchen, not before sending you a small wave.

mentally slapping your forehead as soon as your eyes landed on the wall clock hanging idly on the cafe’s wall ─ you had noticed it was a wooden clock carved in what seems to look like a cat and a fox cuddling up next to each other with the time being displayed in between the two forms ─ before shifting your gaze at mingi who merely chuckled down at you as soon as he caught sight of the slightly alarmed look in your eyes.

“i’ll see you later, okay?” mingi said, reaching a large hand out to gently caress the top of your head, a habit of his you had quite gotten used to in the years of knowing him.

your tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly at the action before giving him a faint nod of your head as you gripped the drink, and the paper bag in your hands, scurrying out of the cafe, shouting a quick ‘bye wooyoung!’ while doing so.

and with that, you made your way to the flower shop on your bicycle, the corners of your lips quirking up as the wind brushed against the strands of your hair.

unbeknownst to you, a certain tall barista watched your retreating figure grow smaller and smaller through the large windows of the cafe before heaving out a low sigh.

“you still haven’t told her?” wooyoung asked, wiping his hands on his apron as he walked out of the kitchen. the one in question could only shake his head, cheeks puffed slightly from the way his lips formed a small pout as if he was disappointed in himself.

the shorter boy shook his head and gave mingi’s shoulder a light tap.

“what are you scared of? i’m sure she feels the same way.” the raven haired boy piped up, mingi scrunching his nose in response.

“she sees me as a friend, woo. so, i guess i might not have the chance. what if she rejects me? am i in the friend zone?” mingi whined, head tilting back as he emitted a deep groan out of frustration from the conclusion he had uttered.

deadpanning up at the taller boy, wooyoung gently slapped the back of mingi’s head, the other yelping at the sudden action while the shorter one simply rolled his eyes, an amused smile playing over his brims as he made his way to the kitchen upon smelling the sweet scent of the pastries being baked in the oven.

“i swear, both of them are so dense.” he mumbled to himself.

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“and that’s the last of them.”

you huffed as you finished applying fertiliser around the base of your newly sprouted sunflowers, a hand resting on your hips while the other one lifted up to dab away the thin sheet of sweat that had formed itself over your face from the long hours of tending to your flower shop.

as expected, the rainy days had already made you instantly got you to start working as soon as you arrived with wilted flowers and weeds being removed, the hedges that lined against the windows of your shop being trimmed from the ever growing branches, making sure to check the flower pots in case of hidden pests are present, and so on. despite how difficult it could be working in the flower shop, you are still content in choosing the florist’s life.

standing outside of your little shop, you stretched out your gloved hands up in the air to release the little tense knots that had formed in your lower back from a long while of just leaning down to trim the hedges earlier, sighing in relief upon feeling the ache subside before walking back inside your shop as soon as you were done with your little self-given tasks outside.

it was another slow day in the flower shop today, but you didn’t mind. you thought that you could spend some of your spare time to focus on making the bouquets someone in town had booked for an occasion. they didn’t have to say what it was for, but with the amount of roses they had chosen for the bouquet, you knew it was for someone special.

that’s what you liked about being a florist, you get to see the hidden messages in the bouquets being ordered by the people in town, from a gift to someone special that had caught their heart’s attention to a bouquet full of remembrance of one’s family member. of course, you could understand why some would choose the wrong types of flowers for an occasion, so you are happy to help them any time they had trouble in picking them out. you could only imagine the happiness that would etch itself into their beloved’s faces upon receiving the gift.

your nimble fingers made quick work of tying the little ribbons around the bottom of the bouquet, then leaned back slightly to give one last look of the bouquet in front of you, checking if there were any misplacements of flowers, or if the paper wrapped around the flowers did not quite compliment the colours, even checking if the wrapping was a little loose in fear that it could fall out of one’s grasp if not handled carefully. much to your delight, the bouquet of tulips managed to look as pretty as they were on their own bed of tulips that it made you mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

of course, that was not the last bouquet you needed to do. though it was a slow day, you had received a few calls on your phone, requesting you to do a certain themed bouquet in each request. you were thankful enough that the dates they needed the flowers were varied and not back to back, or else it would have made you stay inside your shop for a few days without going home.

deciding to take a small break from the endless time spent on decorating the bouquet, you leaned back against your seat and checked your phone, in case you missed any requests from your customers or simply notifications from your friends. to your surprise, you see a text message from mingi. opening the text, a picture of the boy, showing his signature heart pose with a caption asking if you were doing alright in the shop displayed on the screen of your phone. giggling to yourself, you switched to the camera application before posing with the bouquet you had made near your face.

[ you ] i’m alright, how do you think i can manage my shop, hm? and also, look at this bouquet i made!

grinning to yourself, you pressed send. not even a minute later, you had received a response from the tall boy.

[ mingki !! ] i like the sunflower.

you read the text over and over again, even to the point of staring at the sunflower and pink heart emojis being included in his reply, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. you glanced over at the bouquet, and shook your head, fingers flying over the keyboard to type up a reply.

[ you ] dummy, these are tulips???

[ mingki !! ] little sunflower…

[ you ] huh?

[ you ] oh wait.

[ you ] nvm.

[ mingki !! ] took you long enough, heh. also, i gotta go before wooyoung yells at me. see you later!

you swear you could feel your cheeks burning as your eyes went over his previous reply over and over again, subconsciously smiling to yourself as he familiar fluttering feeling was felt in your stomach. however, a sudden thought had intruded your mind once again.

he only sees you as his close friend, nothing more.

with a groan, you buried your face on top of your arms that rested on the surface of your worktable, cheek pressed against your arm as your eyes stared out the clear sky being displayed outside of your window as you were slowly losing yourself in your thoughts.

you are going to admit it. for the past few weeks now, you have started to see mingi in a different way. ever since the day the two of you had your platonic cuddle sessions while watching a random documentary about penguins at his place one time, the close proximity was enough to give you a brief opportunity to admire the taller boy, of course, in a discreet manner by glancing up at him from your lashes as you were pressed against his chest.

everything about him was just so breathtaking. from his eyes that held so much life to them, twinkling in happiness every time they landed on you, to how pointed his nose was and how much you wanted to just.. ‘boop’ it with the tip of your finger. his cheekbones were prominent and high that made it was easy for anyone to see the faintest of blushes dusting over the apples of his cheeks whenever he received compliments or praises, or maybe it could be when you were the one who showered him with so many praises without even realising it.

and lastly, his lips. those lips that would always greet you with their usual bright smile that you couldn’t help but to find so contagious that you would find yourself smiling with him. you had to admit that you were a bit envious of how luscious his lips looked, and how pretty was the dip of his cupid’s bow.

it was from there that you realised that it was no ordinary admiration towards the tall barista. you weren’t dumb, you clearly knew why you felt these certain feelings towards the male. you knew that no matter how many times you brushed away those thoughts, it would always come back at you with a bigger bite.

you knew that you have indeed developed feelings towards song mingi.

“damn it, y/n! he does not see you in the same way.” you groaned, burying your face deeper against your folded arms on your worktable.

every day ever since then, you kept telling yourself that it was merely a crush and it would go away as soon as it appeared. but with the time almost stretching into two months by now, a small voice deep inside you whispered that it will not go away any time soon. however, you being you, you would be in a constant stage of denial at the fact, stubbornly shoving any ideas involving the boy away.

sure, mingi is a really nice guy, and not to mention, a very good looking barista as well. sometimes you would even notice a group of schoolgirls would giggle in a flirty manner whenever he served their drinks, mingi smiling politely at their way with a bow of his head to greet them before going back to his work. there was no doubt everyone in town liked the cheerful and friendly neighbourhood barista. it would be selfish of you to think that you would be the only one he treated with such warmth swirling in his irises.

but.. is it bad if you wanted to be a little selfish?

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seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours. the day has stretched into the late hours of the afternoon, the clear blue sky was now slowly being replaced by a river of pink and crimson, the white clouds blending in with the swirl of late the afternoon colours while the rays of sun danced over any surface it landed on as if saying goodbye for the last time of the day.

standing in front of your flower shop, mingi peeked in through the windows with confusion laced in his features. the cafe closed a little earlier than usual today due to the fact wooyoung had something else, so mingi had texted you prior to coming to your place after not receiving a reply from you after a little while. concerned that something might have happened, he decided to see you. hence, why he was at your workplace.

“y/n?” mingi called out, looking around the area for you, yet only silence greeted him back which caused him to grow a tad more concerned at your whereabouts.

it was when he walked in your little workstation for bouquets that made him release a little sigh out of relief. it had seemed you had fallen asleep on your worktable with the way your head was resting on your folded arms. quietly walking over to your hunched figure with the intention of waking you up, mingi noticed the bouquet a few inches away from you, the same bouquet you had shown him earlier through text.

just as his gaze shifted to you, you shifted ever so slightly in your sleep with a tiny groan leaving your pouty lips. mingi’s eyes watched as you slowly lifted your head up before fixing your position on your chair, the grimace in your face no doubt already feeling the dull ache in your muscles, before a hand reached up to rub the sleep away from your eyes.

“had a good nap?” mingi chuckled, hip resting against the edge of the worktable.

the sudden deep voice reaching your eyes made your head snap up at the source, eyes blinking up at him a few times, thinking whether the inner conflict you had earlier somehow reached your dreams. but with the aching in your shoulders and back, this was very much reality. with a sheepish smile, you simply gave the tall male a shrug of your shoulders.

“could be better if it weren’t for the soreness afterwards.” you said, causing mingi to let out an amused chortle, you chuckling along with him due to the contagious laugh.

“i was wondering why you weren’t replying to my texts, got me worried, little sunflower.” he said, head tilting at your phone sitting idly on the table.

with furrowed brows, you grabbed your phone to check. and true to his word, mingi indeed had texted you earlier. immediately, a string of apologies left your lips as your hands rubbed against your palms, eyes shutting tight as if not wanting to see some type of disappointed expression forming on his visage. clearly, it was never your intention of ignoring him or the like. much to your surprise (and relief), your ears picked up the sounds of his deep laugh rumbling out of his chest after your reaction before making his way around the table to reach you.

feeling a slight weight on your head, you peeked an eye open but nearly fell out of your seat with how close his face was with your own, his hand resting itself on top of your head to give it a fond caress, meeting your gaze by kneeling a little next to you. his expression softens at the sight of you pulling your lower lip between your teeth, still thinking if he was mad at you.

“hey, don’t worry about it. i understand you had a lot to do earlier. besides, i wanted to see you anyway now that i got out early.” his voice was gentle as he reassured you, the hand on your head gently stroking your hair.

that gentle look in his eyes.. that damn look.

it was enough to send your mind spiraling once more, the feelings you had been shoving deep down inside you managed to spring out so easily as it was a switch that only he could do. you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks as your hands dropped themselves in your lap, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt afterwards.

“i still feel a little bad, though.” you mumbled, mentally scolding yourself for the slightest crack in your voice as you finally had gathered the courage to speak.

shaking his head then getting back up on his feet, mingi held out his hand for you to take, his fingers wiggling playfully as if teasingly telling you to hurry up. with a quirk of your brow, you looked up at the male in question.

“come on, little sunflower, i wanted to show you something.” he simply said.

“how do i know you are not planning to murder me, mingki?” was your response, playfully squinting your eyes up at him, to which caused him to scoff in disbelief.

“no matter how annoying you could be-”

“excuse me?”

“i can’t do that, you’re too precious to me, little sunflower.” mingi said, sending you a cheeky wink in return upon seeing the glare you sent towards his way at his previous statement, laughing to himself as his fingers ruffled your hair.

“come on!”

“okay, okay, just let me close up my shop!”

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you let mingi lead the way as you had no idea where he was planning to take you, sitting on the little seat of your bicycle as mingi was the one who maneuvered it, your face slightly warm as he told you to make sure to hold onto him tightly, your arms encircled around his waist.

with the familiar trailway with trees and the meeting branches to create a natural arch above your heads, you may have an idea of where the two of you were headed. while he carefully avoided the big rocks on the trail, not wanting the both of you to fall off of the bicycle, the two of you talked about your day, you giggling at the way mingi had complained how wooyoung kept scolding him for making the slightest mess on their workstation. knowing wooyoung, he’s a bit of a perfectionist whenever it comes to the cleanliness of his working space so you felt a little bad for mingi who had to sit through wooyoung’s scoldings throughout the day.

after a few more minutes of walking, mingi finally announced that the two of you have arrived, your eyes lighting up in excitement upon the sight in front of you. you were right, he had indeed brought you to a favourite place of yours in town.

“you’ve been whining how you missed going to the lake lately ever since the rain had started.” mingi chuckled once the two of you had gotten off of the bicycle, resting it against a large tree.

“i swear, it gets prettier and prettier with every visit..” you breathed, making your way to the little pier above the water with mingi quietly trailing behind you, his hands shoved deep inside his pockets.

everything around you felt so magical. you could hear the birds singing their songs around the two of you as the both of you stood on the pier together, the ripples of water rolling towards the lakeside along with the calming breeze of the late afternoon wind, shutting your eyes momentarily upon feeling the cool air brushing against your face with the faintest of smiles gracing itself over your brims.

on the other hand, mingi leaned against the railing behind you as his gaze was focusing on your figure, his lips forming a small ‘o’ at the way you looked so in peace. with the sun’s rays hitting against your face, the wind gently caressing the strands of your hair, and the scenery in front of you acting as a background, there was one thing that appeared almost instantly in mingi’s mind.

you looked so effortlessly ethereal.

the corners of his lips twitched up at the last word, knowing for a fact that if he ever said it to you, you would instantly hide your face against the palms of your hands, claiming that he was exaggerating and how you had your flaws to look… ethereal. but that was the thing, all of your flaws, from your little insecurities to the features that you are very proud of to have whether it was a freckle or a little mole on your face, everything about you is absolutely endearing to the boy’s eyes.

and he wants you to see that.

remembering the true intention of bringing you here, mingi swallowed thickly as his hand fidgeted with the little velvet box in his cardigan’s pocket before taking it out to discreetly check the item inside. mingi could feel his heartbeat increase its pace with the way his eyes had caught sight of the silver simple necklace, the sunflower pendant laying ever so prettily in the middle of the box. he had finally gave in to wooyoung’s advice, or rather, naggings ever since mingi had told him his little secret involving the town’s florist.

true, from what he told you was about wooyoung scolding him throughout the day, but half of it was telling mingi to finally stop beating around the bush, knowing how the two of you clearly see each other in the same way yet too afraid to even speak up about it. hence, sticking to giving you flirty winks whenever you looked at his way or even affectionately using the name he gave you often, loving the way your cheeks turn pink due to being flustered every time he called you ‘little sunflower’.

but today, he is finally going to do it. no more dropping hints.

before coming to your shop earlier, mingi had stopped by the town’s little gift shop as if something deep inside him steered his mind to do so. at first, he only wanted to look around the little place but as soon as his eyes landed on a particular item, he knew he had to get it.

taking a deep breath, mingi closed the lid of the box and hid it back inside his pocket. lifting his head up, he noticed that you were still admiring the way the sunlight has touched the waters, creating some type of naturally made shimmer on the waters.

“little sunflower?” he called out, your head immediately turning to give him your full attention with a low hum of response.

taking a couple of strides to stand in front of you, his free hand reached up to carefully move the stray strands of hair that had managed to cover your eyes, smiling faintly as soon as his eyes were met with yours, wonder and some type of hidden affection filled in your irises, before resting his hand against your cheek. mingi ran the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone as the two of you stood in silence, the only sounds that were made were from the jovial chirpings from the birds along with the rippling water from below.

“i’m not gonna drop any more hints, we both know about our feelings towards each other.” he started, your breath hitching in your throat, feeling nervous as to what he was going to say.

“we both know that we are too scared to even take that huge step, fearing that everything around us would change no matter what outcome it’ll be.” mingi continued, trailing his hand down to rest it just below your chin as if silently asking you to keep your eyes on him, his thumb now ghosting over your lower lip which sent shivers down your spine.

“but today, i’m finally going to take that step.” he whispered.

you swear that you could feel the whole world slowing down its pace, the only ones mattered were you and mingi. from the sounds of the water rippling underneath, you could only make out the sound of your own heart beating against your chest that you swear the taller one could hear it as well.

mingi, on the other hand, could feel his hands shaking from the nerves racking his body, making him to pause momentarily in his ministrations before eyelids fluttering shut as an attempt to calm himself, collecting the words he wanted to say as soon as he felt like he was ready to say them. now meeting your eyes with his, he finally said it.

“even though i know my feelings towards you, and yours towards me. you aren’t quite subtle with the staring, you know?” he teased, grinning upon seeing you sending him a playful glare as if denying his claim but the slight flush in your cheeks were enough to tell him otherwise.

“all i’m saying is that i absolutely adore you, i can’t stop thinking about you, little sunflower.” mingi continued, voice growing soft.

your hand reached up to rest itself on top of mingi’s cheek after finally gaining the courage to do so, smiling softly to yourself as you watched how easily the boy leaned against your touch.

“i feel the same way. every day, i could feel my feelings for you growing stronger and stronger.” you mumbled softly, but mingi had caught them word by word.

another wave of silence hung over the both of you once again, eyes full of unspoken love towards one another. slowly, you could feel how the both of you felt as if some type of invisible force was pulling your faces closer, and closer, until the tips of your noses are barely touching. your eyes glanced down at his full lips as you could feel an unfamiliar tingling sensation on your own, then shifting your gaze back up to meet with mingi’s.

from the look in mingi’s eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted to do next but looking as if he was holding himself back.

“alright?” he heaved out, you nodding your head.

“alright.”

and with that, the both of you finally closed the distance. his lips felt soft against your own, and very faintly, you could somehow taste the distinct flavour of coffee on his lips which caused you to grow addicted.

you felt his arms snaking around your waist and tightened around it, then playfully lifting you up, causing you to release a muffled noise out of surprise while your own hands quickly held onto him for support. the both of you only parted from the kiss to let your laughter mingle with each other as mingi spun you around in his arms briefly, and placed you back down on the wooden floor of the pier, the two of you staring at each other’s faces, both wearing the same fond smile on your lips.

that was, until a look of realisation washed itself over mingi’s features as his hand quickly fished itself in his pocket to grab at the little velvet box in his hands. “i have a little gift for you.” he said in a sing-song voice, telling you to close your eyes afterwards.

staring at his face for a few seconds, you obeyed. eyelids fluttering shut, you patiently waited for whatever surprise he has up in his sleeve.

“and now, open them!” you heard his excited voice called out.

your hands flew to cover the loud gasp escaping them at the sight of the sunflower necklace laying inside the box, eyes meeting up with mingi’s nervous ones.

“mingi, you didn’t have t-”

“i know but i wanted to.” he cut you off almost immediately, his expression softening up as he watched the way your eyes kept glancing down at the necklace, then up to his face, then back at the necklace.

“it’s so beautiful..” you breathed out.

you heard mingi softly asking if he could put it on you, to which you gladly agreed to by turning around so your back was facing him. with your help by moving your hair away, mingi swiftly put the necklace on you, clasping the two ends together, leaning down so he could press his lips against your shoulder blade with his arms encircling themselves around your waist.

“my little sunflower.” he whispered into your ear, the both of you smiling as you watch the sunset together.

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“a sunflower has come to brighten my day it seems.” the deep timbres of the barista reached into your ear as soon as you stepped foot into the cafe, making you release a tiny scoff, feigning disgust at the cheesy line.

“are you really going to say that every time she enters the cafe, mingi?” wooyoung called out with a shake of his head, scrunching his nose in distaste.

“let the love birds be, love.” you heard a feminine voice say, grinning as wooyoung’s girlfriend, who winked at you in return, walked out of the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls in her mitten cladded hands.

it had been a few months since mingi and you started dating. if you were being honest, it felt as if nothing much has changed between the two of you but at the same time, something did changed, if that makes sense? the flirty winks turned to discreet kisses on your head every time mingi would pass by your table while no one paid attention to the two of you, and the staring between you two changed to affectionate words being mouthed to the other whenever you would catch each other staring.

the platonic cuddle session in your house would turn to not so platonic as mingi and you would exchange kisses as you sat on his lap which then turned into a brief slow makeout session with the television acting as background noise for the two of you, whispering affirmations to one another into the night sky hanging over your heads.

“but babe.” wooyoung whined, following his girlfriend from behind like some type of excited puppy.

mingi could only roll his eyes in a playful manner and made his way around the counter to pull you into his arms, pressing little kisses all over your face. the cafe won’t be open in twenty minutes or so. hence, why mingi has been openly showering you with his affection, not that you were complaining.

giggling softly at the ticklish feeling of his lips all over your face, your own hands reached out to cup his cheeks, finally being able to press your own lips against his in a brief kiss.

“got my usual, now i’m ready for another day to lift sacks of fertilisers and potting some plants.” you teased, pressing the side of your face against mingi’s chest as he pulled you close against him.

“uh-huh, last time you said that, you got grumpy because you didn’t get to have your morning coffee.” mingi deadpanned, poking your side with your index finger to which made you lightly move his hand away.

“i promise i won’t get grumpy again!” you grumbled, lower lip jutting out.

mingi could only pinch your cheeks, slowly letting you go, although reluctantly, to make his way to his workstation to work on your latte anyway despite you not wanting him to.

“you don’t have to.” you mumbled, leaning against the counter while watching your lover make your cafe.

“i want to, little sunflower.” he shrugged, sending you a playful wink.

you are going to admit it, the name he gave you seemed to never grow old no matter how many times mingi had called you that. something about it sounded so special to you no matter how cheesy it could sound to someone else. or maybe you are just whipped over the tall barista, which of course, you will not deny that as well.

of course, that goes the same with mingi.

every time you enter the cafe, you would see him smiling ever so happily. you also noticed how he could be rather bouncy in his place whenever he was excited as soon as you mentioned that you would sleep over at his place. some would have thought that you were the one stealing his hoodies when in reality, he was the one who made you wear them. something about you wearing mingi’s clothes was enough to make his chest swell with so much adoration and love that he would just scoop you up in his arms, and kiss all over your face.

“one vanilla latte, made with love for my little sunflower.” you heard mingi say, handing you the cup, which you thankfully took no matter how much you denied of it earlier.

“this cafe will be filled with the scent of cheese with how much the two of you are flirting.”

a certain raven haired barista called out, coming out of the kitchen with his girlfriend trailing behind, her hand holding the back of his shirt while doing so. you merely stuck your tongue out at wooyoung before checking the time, realising that you were running a little late to open your flower shop.

“i gotta go and open up my shop. a customer of mine would be needing their bouquet today.” you announced as you grabbed your things, mingi leaning over the counter with lips puckering up.

“you forgot something.” he mumbled.

shaking your head, your hands reached out to cup his cheeks and pressed a couple of quick kisses on his lips, before making your way out of the cafe, bidding your goodbyes to wooyoung and his girlfriend.

“right in front of my coffee.” the raven mumbled, his girlfriend laughing at him.

“you don’t see mingi saying that when you’re being all whiny for hugs.” she retorted, mingi grinning at the words.

he failed to pick up the next response from the raven haired barista, opting to lean against the counter as he watched your figure getting on your bicycle before heading off to your shop. mingi could feel a fluttering feeling in his chest as the smile on his lips seemed to never disappear from his lips.

truly, mingi was infatuated with his little sunflower, and nothing could ever change that.

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leelysian · 4 years ago

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Chan as your older brother AU 💖✨

word count: 1.4k

genre: fluffiest of all fluffs, you’ll rot your teeth, bullet point fic

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Chan. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

☆ Let’s start with you two as babies.

☆ Chan probably LOVED the idea of having a younger sibling he probably crawled to his mum with her baby bump and he'd softly talk to you "please come out quickly baby 🥺"

☆ Then he’d get impatient and ask “is it time yet?” Then he’d start whining and pouting “How much looonger? Baby is so sloooow”

☆ “is it gonna be a boy or a girl?” he wasn’t particular about the gender as long as he gets a playmate

☆ Probably helped your parents pick your name even

☆ He was just THAT much invested in helping mummy raise the baby and in return he gets to play kill me I might just start crying just by THINKING about it asdfghjkl

☆ When he heard the baby is here, the Flash had nothing on Bang Christopher Chan as he literally ZOOMED through the corridors of the hospital to where his mum was staying to jump up on the bed.

☆ There’s at least 10 different photos of Chan holding you on the hospital bed as soon as you were born. #cutie

☆ When your mum was discharged and everyone came home, he would cuddle you and just WOULD NOT LET GO

☆ And he'd sing lullabies to you

☆ He would speak in ᵗᶦⁿʸ and just talk ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ around you so he wouldn’t frighten you

☆ No jealousy whatsoever........ okay maybe just a liiiiiitle bit

☆ He’d feel a little jealous when he realised he didn’t get as much affection as he used to when he was the only child

☆ But that quickly changes when he receives attention from one of his parents preferably his mum Channie is a mamma’s boy I don’t make the rules

☆ When you were a newborn, your parents would have you sleep with them in their room. Chan would scamper out of his room in the middle of the night to sleep with the three of you because he was a wee bit jealous you got to sleep with mum and dad.

☆ It became a routine very quickly after that

☆ But your parents wouldn’t let him sleep next to baby because what if he accidentally hits you in his sleep. What a struggle. So he’d sleep on the edge of the bed cuddled in his mum’s arms. don’t touch me I’m soft

☆ Your mum would dress you two in matching outfits and take dozens of photos. “EW MUM WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” you two looked the absolute cutest so it doesn’t matter

☆ Slowly when you two grew up and you started crawling, you’d follow him everywhere because he was so intriguing to baby you

☆ He started finding you annoying “STUPID BABY”

☆ But he’d still cry if something happened to you

☆ Slowly he started liking you back again

☆ He liked the idea of someone looking up to him and from then on he was your little protector.

☆ He was your guardian angel, he was your hero. He’d do anything to protect you. Scratch that, he still is. He always will be.

☆ Now you guys are older as tweens/teens/young adults whichever you prefer

☆ Eats your share of food- looking into the little nook in the fridge to take out your hidden stash of candy but your favourite one is gone.

☆ You confront him about it and he looks guilty. You're extremely annoyed but at the same time you can't stay mad for too long.

☆ He makes it up to you by buying you two of your favourite candies or treats you to something else.

☆ "Why steal my food in the first place if you're gonna treat me anyway?" He'd shrug "for some reason it tastes better" so you smack him upside his head and then it escalates into a mini wrestling match

☆ He's a very active guy who’s into a lot of sports but when you ask him to teach you he's very whiny "noooooo later" but then when you're chilling he'll show up "come on let's go swimming" and you're like "noooooo" he'd be like "I thought you wanted to go? Come on" and drag you along even though you don't want to and it’s like “why didn’t you do this WHEN I TOLD YOU?”

☆ But he makes it fun for you in the end and afterwards he treats you to ice cream.

☆ Eats a lot. If your mum gives you both a bowl of food. He'll inhale it like he's never eaten before in like 5 minutes and you're confused like how did he finish it all and it was piping hot meanwhile you haven't even finished 1/3rd of your bowl

☆ so he's done and he's staring at your bowl with greedy eyes "you gonna finish all of that?" *switches to puppy eyes* you're like "yeah" so you continue eating until you finish half then just hand the rest over to him and it's all gone in a minute.

☆ Your mum has no idea he eats half of your food when she gives you equal amounts and you'll never tell her because she'll scold you for never finishing her food so Chan is like your personal eco garbage disposal because he eats everything

☆ It’s like a dirty secret between you two what she doesn’t know won’t kill her

☆ He'll be your emotional support human he'll be the first person you always go to when you need a pick me up.

☆ And it's a guarantee he'll always make you feel better whether it's through his words or his actions because both feel like a huge, cozy and warm hug

☆ If someone bullies you, your normally sweet and gentle older brother will go on a rampage "WHO THE FUCK HURT MY BABY BROTHER/SISTER?! I'M GONNA KILL EM"

☆ He’s the Golden child of your parents because he's good at everything but it never matters to you because Chan never makes you feel lesser than you seem to think of yourself. He's always supporting you and uplifting you

☆ Tries to help you with your homework and in turn learns a few things himself.

☆ He's a big help with poetry, literature or creative writing homeworks (wbk)

☆ You two are really close and you always talk about random stuff he's not just your older brother he's also your best friend

☆ Even your friends ask about him and want to be his friend too because he's so cool, some of them have crushes on him and you’re like “ew what’s there to like?” *fake gags*

☆ He's always nice to everyone he sees. Elderly people love him too because he's such a gentleman.

☆ He's very proud to have you as his sibling he'll proudly show you off to his friends. “THIS IS MY LITTLE BROTHER/SISTER :D”

☆ If he's having fun with his friends but if something is wrong with you he will drop everything and race to you as quick as humanly possible to make sure you're okay because he's not okay if you're not okay. this is science ok

☆ Sometimes you two bicker a lot but it's sibling banter where you end up laughing

☆ Shows you funny memes or jokes he finds on the internet be like "that's you" or "this is so me lmao"

☆ Tags you in siblings memes be like "us"

☆ If your parents are angry at you for something he'll try to defend you if he feels it's not your fault

☆ But if something IS your fault he'd try to calm his parents down and then tell you about how wrong you are to do something in private so your parents don't put you down even more

☆ You always go to him for advice first. Not your parents, him. His input, opinions and approval mean the most to you. Because he’s the coolest.

☆ You two goof around a lot. Carpool karaokes on the daily.

☆ You two would sing/rap together to songs and have a blast

☆ You feel insecure about your voice but Chan makes you feel like a popstar

☆ You two would post anonymous YouTube covers together when you slowly grew confident with singing. Just a side thing for funsies

☆ He’s your rock sometimes you feel like he does too much for you and you can't do anything for him in return

☆ But little do you know Chan is the strongest because of you by his side always cheering him on. Your very existence gives him strength for everything

☆ You two have each other's backs through thick and thin

☆ Because of Chan as your older brother you're a better version of yourself everyday

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drreidhjp · 3 years ago

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music taste of hp characters in my humble opinion (in like a modern au)

i’m 200% open to discussion but let’s all be nice, yeah?

harry: i’m torn on whether he would just not listen to music at all and the only music on his phone is for when ginny makes him play it while they’re chilling or something OR if he would listen to exclusively really sad ballad type songs. i think either one could work.

ron: this man would be ALL OVER THE PLACE. he’s go from listening to the saddest shit to an upbeat rap song to the most yee haw country you have ever heard. respect his range.

ginny: she would would definitely be a taylor swift stan i don’t take criticism. she’d also listen to a ton of indie and pop. she’d probably like artists like clairo, conan gray, ariana grande, phoebe bridgers, and fun times like that.

hermione: listen, i don’t know what genres she would listen to, all i know is that she would pick 1 singular genre and make it a PERSONALITY TRAIT. probably like indie or pop because ginny got her into it.

sirius: i know this is a super basic take but it’s 100% true so i’ll repeat it: sirius black likes classic rock. the man is a queen stan.

remus: idk what to call it but like folklore by taylor swift, hozier, that kinda vibe. also he WOULD bully you (lightheartedly) for having basic taste and think the shit he likes is no niche and nO oNe WoUlD kNoW iT. (dw we love him anyway)

james: pop. top 40. rap.

peter: whatever the fuck james is into at the moment.

luna: i firmly believe that luna lovegood would exclusively listen to instrumental music and spend like an hour explaining the very deep and complex meanings behind each song and harry and ron are just like, “there aren’t even any words🧍‍♀️.”

neville: 70s and 80s hits. idk why. he would only listen to that until the day ginny convinced him to listen to taylor swift, which he was convinced he would hate (but didn’t say so) because he’s not into modern music but absolutely LOVES it and becomes a swiftie. his fav albums are fearless and lover.

lily evans: another resident swiftie. she’s just cycle through taylor’s nine albums over and over. also a theatre kid. definetely had an embarrassing hamilton phase.

marlene: one direction stan. harry styles is her top artist of the year on spotify

mary: female rappers like meghan thee stallion, nicki minaj, doja cat, etc. also i feel like she’d be an ariana stan. idk why. but i think she’d like pretty much anything, that’s just what she listens to on her own time yk? i also think she’d listen to lorde (taste mary, taste)

dorcas: indie girl. wbk. adds pretty colors to all her playlist and makes like 40 different playlists of niche aesthetics on her spotify with same like 10 artists on each one

#harry potter #hp #taylor swift #indie #lorde #meghan thee stallion #nicki minaj #doja cat #hozier #who else did i mention?#anyways #not me projecting onto lily #sn*pe and dr*co don’t get a mention okay?#they’re too ugly for music #music is for hot ppl only

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belle-keys · 4 years ago

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Incoherent thoughts about A Court of Silver Flames (2021) by SJM

Do not expect this to be a critical, unbiased review at all. Eet just ease what eet ease. Spoilers ahead laddies.

*unwanted preface*

Okay, so like, you know those things that are neither objectively perfect nor unproblematic yet you love them and are attached to them anyway? Yeah, this is me with SJM’s writing. See, I been with Sarah and Throne of Glass since March of 2015 and with ACOTAR since the summer of 2015 when I was 13 and honestly, ACOTAR in particular occupied a decent portion of my formative teen years. Eventually, when I was about 16 I sort of ended up getting distracted from YA books and went into my thot and kpop era. A main reason for this is that I found ACOFAS particularly disenchanting. This ain’t about that book (sigh) but let’s just say as much as I was still attached to and in love with the ACOTAR world, I was still able to get very annoyed by the decreased quality of the writing and also the evident projecting Sarah was doing onto Feyre with regards to her own life and experiences (ahem). No, the lack of developed POC in the book had nothing to do with it ironically.

So basically, since the spring of 2018 I haven’t read any SJM yet I never fell out of love with the books either. I’ve sworn off TOG after whatever the hell EOS was, but ACOTAR was always more special and close to my heart by tenfold, honestly. See, the best day of my 2016 was the day I found out ACOTAR was getting the extra 3 novels and 2 novellas. ACOFAS was a dumpster fire but I was actually surprised to really, really enjoy A Court of Silver Flames while it obviously has a couple (multiple) sus facets to it. The susness aside, I thoroughly felt at home reading Nesta’s book despite how irrational that might sound. No, I’m not here to say the book was objectively good but I’m here to say I still enjoyed it despite my love-hate relationship with SJM and her writing. :( :( :(

That being said imma still roast tf out of a couple aspects of it. :)

*the susness*

Aight wbk that SJM like, projects a lot onto feyrhys right. I’m not even gonna deny it. Like as horrible as it sounds, when feyrhys were, like, struggling as a couple and shit in ACOMAF, that’s when I loved them the most but then the shitstorm that was ACOWAR hit and they couldn’t go without boning every two seconds or calling each other mates and shit and basically every character in the book started kissing their asses (except Nesta) to the point where they were infallibly good and powerful and everyone’s heads were lodged up their asses... I got PISSED OFF then, right.

Now, in ACOSF (is that correct?), they were side characters and, gratefully, that romance between them was toned down. But here are some things concerning feyrhys and the Court of Dreams that irked tf out of me, and the implications that they had for Nesta (who is perhaps one of the baddest bitches ever) had me feeling homicidal towards the IC:

Every single time Nesta said shit about Rhys and then Cassian got mad I wanted to SCREAM like yooo let her roast tf out of him like yeah I get Rhys lowkey did a lot for her both directly and indirectly but cmoooooon not everyone needs to be riding his dick like the man HATED Nesta from the get-go. I loved the idea that someone in the book lowkey abhors Rhys just for the TEA it gave me. Like yeah, okay Cassian, I get that he’s your bro but he can SUCK NESTA’S DICK also like my girl is a DEATH GOD.

Here me out: the Inner Circle completely dehumanized Nesta, they completely disregarded her personal autonomy and caged her in which is ironically the very behavior that was villainized when Tamlin did it to Feyre. First of all they restricted her movement, they made decisions FOR her, they withheld from her knowledge about her own powers, they decided what’s best for her and acted like she was a rabid dog the entire time. Only Cassian and Azriel seem more blameless in this regard, but the level of scorn and abohorence and moralizing Feyre, Elain, Rhys, Amren and Mor did towards Nes made my blood boil. At the end of the day, the Inner Circle did the VERY THING they hated being done to Feyre. Whatever happened to the freedom they professed? The autonomy they decided all members of their court deserved? That was all bullshit, or was this switch-up SJM’s way of creating justifiable conflict between Nesta and the Inner Circle... either way, there was no closure about this and the way they dictated Nesta’s behavior whilst completely mistreating her imo.

More on Nesta’s treatment - okay listen the way the narrative had every character acting like Nesta was fricking scum and for WHAT??? Okay, she didn’t hunt when Feyre and they were poor, she was bitchy, she hates the Fae... okay, why is Nesta still being punished for her mistakes like this by the Court? Does their forgiveness only apply to those in their clique? They’re acting like her drinking and sleeping around and her general bitchy behavior is sooooo toxic when they ALL coped with their respective trauma in questionable ways in their centuries of living. And the narrative never condemned them for this behavior either... like cmon they had an “intervention” about Nesta like if she needed to reach a certain moral standing to be lovable or something. Seems to me that only Cassian was willing to love her, bruises and all... “There’s nothing broken to be fixed. You are helping yourself. Healing the parts of you that hurt too much - and perhaps hurt others too”. But as beautiful as that it, it seems the IC see Nesta’s healing as her “redemption arc” when I never saw her as a villain or monster to begin with. They acted like she had to become deserving of their acceptance. Bullshit.

No cus more on this... Cassian is the only person who defended Nesta, the only person that wanted to help her heal and grow when everyone else wanted to fix her. He was the only person who was kind to her from the original trilogy (i.e. not counting Emerie and Gwyn). He stood up for her and I’ll gush about them in the next section, but the dynamic between Nesta and the IC was the least enjoyable aspect of the book for me. It was clear SJM wanted to spur Nesta towards the path to healing yet only figured out how to do so whilst only keeping feyrhys as the nucleus of this arc, and so she had them force Nesta into her “special journey” (because she loves them so much, cus they’re sooooo perfect right *rolls eye*), yet, the narrative didn’t quite condemn them for their toxicity towards Nesta at ALL, even towards the end. The good thing is that Nesta did not become an ass-kisser throughout the story and laud them for “helping her” every waking second. Only Cassian didn’t shun her for her inner negativity but embraced her. And Az was pretty cool too, can’t hate him.

Ahem, the ending: okay, I’m not even capping, but I hated that Nesta lost her power for feyrhys. I get that she genuinely did it out of love and shit and I’m not even gonna lie, the thought of feyrhys dying had me on the verge of tears cus as much as I hate them, I also love those bitches. Yet, the culmination of Nesta’s power was, what?, to save feyrhys. This way, the narrative put Feyre at the center of Nesta’s narrative towards the end. And Nesta lost that Death God power that she basically EARNED in that Cauldron. This is the biggest flaw of the story. She fought against her own power to give it up... for Feyre. Like??? What??? Why was that baby arc even necessary????? Why was Nesta giving up her power necessary to fulfil her healing arc which was the POINT of the book??? Like what?????? It left a sour taste in my mouth. No- an abhorrent acidic bitter taste in my mouth.

Elain. I CANNOT STAND THIS GIRL. She completely abandoned Nesta and for WHAT??? For Feyre??? This only served to reiterate from the narrative’s POV that Nesta was scum and again, idk WHY. And also, why tf does this girl mistreat Lucien like this??? LUCIEN AKA MY FAVORITE CHARACTER???

I just don’t get how the narrative reiterated that Tamlin is the worst of the worst when you got Rhys hiding shit from Feyre, hiding knowledge of Nesta’s power from Nesta, all of that. Like, was the entire point of ACOMAF not for Feyre to embrace her power and become her best self? Rhys never for one second tolerated withholding Feyre’s power from her. So why tf does this apply to Nesta? Cus she’s unhealthy? Okay... so what??? Why villainize her like this and imply she’s undeserving of her power and a waste of life??? I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN LIKE WHERE DID THIS EVEN COME FROM??? What did my girl do that was sooooo bad that yall needed to treat her like this. Tell me why feyre and amren and varian and rhys all acted like Tamlin in this book. Cardi voice WHAT WAS THE REASON. I AM SO MAD ABOUT THIS CUS THEY ACTED LIKE THE FRICKING MORALISING SYCHOPHANTS THEY CLAIM TO HATE.

Like bitch??? They’re like those youth pastors that reiterate how broken and messed up people with mental illness are? Acted like Nesta screwing guys was the worst thing ever when they should have embraced her? Like I get she would push them away but really??? “Waste of life”???

So we gon gloss over how Amren was insisting Nesta shut up about the baby business to Feyre (aka hiding shit from her)? How she was implying that Rhys should conquer all of Prythian? Hear me out, even as someone from a Caribbean country that was colonized by the whites, it actually doesn’t bother me when the theme of conquest comes up, like, this is a fantasy novel and colonization does not exist within the same context for me. That being said, like, it felt as if the narrative telling me lil Rhysie is just sooooo perfect that he needs to be High King. Like, I respect the fact that Rhys has no wish to do so. Homeboy never seemed to care for conquest beyond ensuring his Court’s prowess and safety so WHAT WAS THE REASON AMREN??? Like? What kinda crack was Amren on this entire book???

The worldbuilding... listen, the politics and history felt all over the place, felt incoherent and flat honestly. Didn’t bother me as much as it did in ACOWAR but it was just *meh*, not good. Not horrible, but not great. I preferred the world when it was directly the result of Beauty and the Beat and East of the Sun, West of the Moon.

The Fae have lost their *magic*: no cus what I loved about the first book was that the Fae were one with the Courts and felt very fleshed out in terms of their powers and shit, but now only Eric and Lucien and Tamlin and sometimes Rhys have that same magic for me. Like... the sensuality of the Fae in terms of their actual Celtic roots, that which felt whimsical and immersive in the first book, feels lost to me. I can’t explain it but I feel less nuance and orthodoxy in their portrayal. However, I DID love this one line featuring none other than the loml : “Amid the pink and white blossoms, the cold-faced Autumn Court heir looked truly faerie - as if he’d stepped out of the tree, and his one and only master was the earth itself”. LIKE I SALIVATED THAT IS MY MAN.

*good stuffs*

Okay let’s talk about the smut like I didn’t like the word choice as usual like quit with the euphemisms and say cock and goooooo. That being said like, okay, I like how she set up the physical dynamic between Nesta and Cassian cus the sex wasn’t some big romantic climactic build-up like how it was in acomaf like they were being NASTY from the get-go and I respect that drip. Like she did not cap on how porny the smut was and thank God it wasn’t some cliche romantic honeymoon type shit, like it was almost on the ao3 level of smutty goodness. All it was was missing was coarse language and hard kinks but in general, I liked the Nessian smut in this book more than the feyrhys smut in particularly ACOWAR and ACOFAS, like Nessian just do not cap.

Listen... you see that whole part when Nesta was like imagining how awesome it would be to dance Lucifer’s Bachata with Az and Cassian? Yeah, my girl just let her thoughts run wild. Like Nesta makes Feyre look naïve. Like you know how Tumblr porn in 2016 used to be with the aesthetic type shit? That’s Feyre, but Nesta is like on Pornhub level and it’s so fitting I was YELLIN lowkey. I feel like less importance was placed on how meaningful the sex and shit should be in the book and I respect that.

YOU SEE WHEN NESTA TOLD FEYRE ABOUT THE BABY!!! I WAS CHEERING HER ON. No cause they were being so nasty to Nesta especially Amren and then Feyre entered with all of her moralising shit like honey you KNOW damn well what you’re doing to Nesta is what you hate being done to you. Like damn right tell her, cus I could not STAND the double standard.

The whole training the women thing was a nice touch. It was kinda corny but also sweet. That being said, I laughed so hard when I realized how this entire book was Nesta’s quarter-life hippie rebirth where she learns to meditate and work out and read romance books and face her inner demons like this is some real New York college shit. All that was missing was a Starbucks.

Cassian. Man I love this man so much. No like he displayed peak dilf behavior. I think his attractiveness isn’t based on his bravery or his hotness but his humility man. Like he’s not a thot, he’s respectful, yet tough, yet contemplative. He’s contented with his life station yet wants to always be a better person yet is such a strong rock who really loves Nesta not despite her flaws but because they are part of her. I love the way he stood up to Rhys a lot, he didn’t shame her when she was awful to him, and he is protective (annoyingly so sometimes) but he really wanted her to empower herself. Their relationship isn’t perfect (I’m not in the mood to dissect the problematic aspects rn) but they were so sweet together and I didn’t expect to like them as much as I did back when they were lowkey a thing in ACOMAF.

The mates thing didn’t bother me cus I saw this shit coming since 2016. Yes, it’s cliche and annoying but the mates status also, like, has no meaning to me so it is what it is. Didn’t think they NEEDED to be mates but I was happy that them being mates wasn’t the core of the novel and it was secondary to Nesta’s individual healing journey.

Prepare for me to get sappy but another reason why I loved this novel was because it was a story of healing. :( :( :( The road to healing and growth in the emotional sense is always beautiful to me despite how flawed it often is when SJM writes it. I just felt really immersed in the emotional woes and eventual growth of Nesta despite my issues with the book and this is perhaps one of the main reasons that I found it beautiful, because healing as a theme is always beautiful and raw.

More of Nessian but like their relationship feels so real and raw too. No, cus like, it wasn’t tinged in as much fictitious idealism as feyrhys’ relationship was. They weren’t all stupidly in love and seeing each other in the universe and shit, like they just made each other happy and weren’t portrayed as the perfect soulmates who were each other’s yin and yang and whatever thank the LORD. Them having each other’s back was enough and ughhhh Cassian was just so sweet and such a good trainer and so aloof yet passionate like I been waiting to see more of him since ACOMAF so yayyy.

Okay... that scene where Rhys kneels to Nesta and she embraces him. yes. YES YES YES YES YES that shit was the shit that made my year like I want this man to be in her debt for the end of time like this hoe saved yall like big strong high lord better bow to the “witch” like I could hear angelic choirs at that scene like Rhys doesn’t just yield to people so easily so like, it was just kinda epic okay. Little bitchass Rhys with his perfect little river house and emo boi clothes stfu hoe.

No cus I love how Nesta told Cassian she didn’t wanna hear about Feyre’s special journey or Rhys’s special journey or Mor’s like I got fed up of people acting like they epitomized “good” and the “good path” to self-discovery when they can choke on a baguette as far as I am concerned.

*shit no one except me probs cares about*

Eris. So here is the thing. Since 2015 in ACOTAR when Eris was Under the Mountain being all red-headed and cunning and sexy and evil I have been obsessed with him... well, the idea of him I had in my head and how delectably abhorrent he seems (I like villains and side-characters okay). Maybe it was just his name (Eris is a hot name shut up) or the idea of a rich, cunning fox-faced prince in the same universe appealed to me. Either way, I actually never expected by favorite cameo-character to become... important. I’ll die on the hill of loving him. Here is the thing... I don’t want him to be good, in the same way I did not want Rhys to be a good guy in ACOTAR either. I don’t need him to be a secret angel, I don’t need him to be sweet and good like Rhys always was apparently. Honestly, I want him corrupt but likeable and pertinent to the story. That being said, I really want him as the main character for one of the upcoming novels sooo bad like please PLEASE let me see the autumn court and it’s two-facedness please like if not Eris then Lucien as the main character please.

Lucien... aka my fave character since the first book man. Mannn, SJM does homeboy so dirty like I have always loved Russian fables and hence, I am so ready for Lucien x Vassa x Jurian in the Vasilisa retelling with the firebird trope and Koshei. NO CUS in 2018 I was finna write a 100k word fic about this but then I forgot about it no cap, I still have the story plan in my Onenote actually but let us not reminisce. See, my ao3-loving ass wants an angsty poly relationship and also a hot Koshei I have been waiting YEARS for this you hoes, ever since Elain got the premonition of Vassa as a firebird in ACOWAR like God please please please give it to me and make it feyrhys-less as well yasss.

I lowkey wanna suspect Eris is gay and Mor, also gay, knows and that’s why she lowkey kinda tolerates him now. Yet, I cannot be sure and yeah I just wanna say that I kinda want that arc lmfaooo (my ao3-self is showing shut up).

No cus I was TEASED by only seeing a glimpse of Vassa and Jurian but THEY SHALL HAVE THEIR TIME I KNOW IT.

Tamlin living as a beast is so interesting to me. He’s a side-character now but ughhhh he was so mystical and interesting as our good ole Beauty and the Beast beastie like it’s sooooo mysterious and alluring how he’s becoming his own villainous legend like I still care about Tamlin’s blond ass self despite everything.

Give us the snowball fight scene you coward.

I just gotta say Nessian could outsmut Feyrhys any day and that makes me proud.

FRICKING AZRIEL like first of all Mor doesn’t NEED to come out until she’s ready but she gotta let the man down nicely some other way so he can move on. I do not like Elain. Never did. I still do not. I do not, frankly, want a whole novel where she and Azriel fall in love and she rejects Lucien like... okay, I DO want her to reject Lucien so he can be with Vassa at the very least but also I am not interested in Elain’s POV rn. BUT I WANT AZ’S POV AND LIKE WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO I WANT MY EMO BOI TO BE HAPPY. This is so frustrating cus Az is a walking DILF right and so, what am I supposed to do now.

I kinda miss the Spring Court just a little. It’s pretty shut up. It got that Zuhair Murad fashion too.

Umm like, what the hell is up with that business with Helion being Lucien’s dad? We need more on this which is why I want a Lucien POV book goddammit.

Yoooooooo yall remember that bitch from ACOWAR who hybern was finna kill and she had a name and everything and then there was some foreshadowing and shit? What’s up with her? Like I can’t even remember her name lowkey but yeah what’s up with that. Was it something like Briar or Briannon or somthing???

Is Mor getting a book? Like deadass I need the Lucien and Vassa book, I need the Eris book, I need the Mor book and I need the Azriel book. Damn. Been waiting 6 years for some of this shit.

Okay that is all for now. Yes, this book has problematic elements at every level but I still loved it yet also hated some things about it. I won’t read House of Blood and Earth nor will I finish the TOG series but I guess I’ll stick with this series which remains near and dear to my soul despite what people gotta say about it. It made me happy and that’s what matters. Nesta is a huge ass inspiration to me as a character and I still wanna see her make the Inner Circle’s life a living hell uwu. I admittedly got HELLA emotional reading this story because it’s nonetheless super meaningful to me even at age 19 and it’s really powerful for me as a comfort book, and I look forward (a little) to what this woman put out next... sort of.

Signing off! Don’t @ me (okay you CAN @ me but idc).

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kutemouse · 5 years ago

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You are such an amazing writer!! Need pt 2 with jimin :(

Well, well, what a coincidence! You are an amazing person, kutie. Wish granted!! 😘

Apparently Necessary Disclaimer: I don’t own Netflix, but wbk. Also, the above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use it however you want, just give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swears, a bit o’ angst, mostly glorious fluffiness, Jimin badly procrastinating, kissing, brief (hella light) mentions of the frick frack. Nothing more than you’d hear about in a PG-13 movie. This was so fun to write, I hope you like 😘

Word Count: 2,281

Summary: You reflect back on your summer you’ve spent with vampire Jimin, getting closer and closer as you continued painting his portrait. But now summer’s over and you have to go back to university. How will Jimin react?

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Summer Portraits (Jimin one-shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part Two

You sat in your bay window, staring at the way the wind whipped through the trees and wound through the grass, creating swirls of hypnotizing green. You were leaving Jimin’s mansion tomorrow and going back to Seoul where, in only three days, another term at your university would begin. Feelings of unease and doubt crept through you. You knew this was the way things had to go, things had to end… but what if you didn’t want them to? After all, this summer had been one of the most interesting ones you’d ever had.

After Jimin confessed to you that he and Soobin were vampires, you were extremely apprehensive around them. The only time you felt relaxed was when you were painting, allowing the mixtures of color to settle your nerves. As time wore on, you realized their intentions probably weren’t malicious, and you found yourself enjoying the company of the eccentric vamp and his brooding butler.

“I love it,” Jimin said, coming up behind you and examining your work one sunny afternoon. He sighed. “Am I really that handsome?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to the canvas, trying to detail his full lips with one of your smaller brushes. Jimin suddenly chuckled, causing you to lean away and toss him a glare. “Sorry,” he said, seeing your look. “It’s just… the last time I saw what my face looked like was thirty years ago. You would think things would’ve changed, but…”

He trailed off, giving you a small smile before continuing. “I’m a vampire. My face has never, and will never, change.”

“That is true,” I murmured, catching the trace of sadness in his gorgeous tawny eyes.

“No matter. Good work, Y/n,” he said, patting your shoulder and turning to leave. You were shocked to feel tingles shooting down your nerves from the place where he touched you.

Shaking your head roughly, you brought yourself back to reality with a harsh thought. “Never in a million years.”

A couple weeks later, Jimin announced at dinner that he was going to head out on a business trip and would be gone for the next few days. “Soobin will be here to attend to your needs,” he said. You shrugged in response, a strange feeling of disappointment settling over you. Were you going to… miss him? You supposed you were. The hallways would feel empty without Jimin’s laughter and his bright-yet-tasteful outfits.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he murmured, tracing his finger over the rim of a glass filled with dark red liquid. You had felt strange, eating full meals while Jimin and Soobin didn’t eat anything. As long as Soobin put it in a glass, you could just pretend they were drinking wine instead of blood and it didn’t make you squirm nearly as much.

Forty-eight hours later, you realized you were definitely missing him. Soobin was fine to have around, but he was so… so… professional. Always “Yes Miss L/n,” or “No Miss L/n.” He refused to call you by your first name, and except for the occasional game of chess, he didn’t have much talent in the way of entertainment.

Bored of browsing Netflix, you got up and went into your studio. A blank canvas sat on your easel just waiting to be turned into a beautiful work of art. You absentmindedly picked up a brush and squirted some paint onto your palette, swirling the bristles lazily in the color and brushing it onto the canvas. By now, you’d memorized the perfect, pale tone of his unblemished skin, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the soft curve of his lips that met in a barely-there cupid’s bow… every detail was yours to paint. You painted for hours, not even noticing when the room started to darken.

“Miss L/n?”

You jumped, the brush stroking across the canvas as your hand spasmed out of control. You turned to see Soobin looking at you in horror. “Oh my, I’m so sorry,” he said, pressing his hands to his mouth.

“Don’t worry about it,” you sighed, setting the brush down. You’d been using a dark brown color for the eyes, and now it was streaked across the portrait’s cheek. Whatever. This painting was kind of just for fun anyway.

“Is anyone here?” a voice called out.

Your heart soared at the sound of his melodic voice before falling and crashing in a fiery explosion. The painting. You couldn’t let him see it. Couldn’t let him see how you truly felt.

You hurried to take the canvas off the easel, placing it just inside the door between your studio and your room before closing it hurriedly. Soobin shot you a look of confusion and you shook your head at him just as Jimin entered the room. “Hey there,” he said, taking you in with a smile.

You smiled back, placing your paint-covered hands behind your back. “Hey. You’re back.”

“I am.”

“How was it?”

His tawny eyes bored into you as his smile turned into a small smirk. “Productive.”

The next day found you painting Jimin in his study. He dressed in just a normal black suit and tie today, claiming he wanted to see how he looked. His dark locks were swept backwards from his forehead, making him look more refined, and he chose to pose with his hands in his pockets, leaning against his large oak desk.

His sultry gaze seemed to pierce right through you as you did your best to capture it. “Can you do something for me?” he asked. You looked up and nodded.

Jimin smirked and you gasped as his eyes flooded a deep red. “Can you paint me like this?”

You took a step back, suddenly nervous, before regaining control of your emotions and nodding. Jimin leaned back against his desk once more, and you picked up a bottle of red paint, adding it to your palette before brushing the color onto the portrait’s eyes.

“Y/n,” Jimin said. You looked up once more. He beckoned you over with a long, pale finger.

You put down your brush and stepped towards him. Jimin’s mouth parted slightly open, and you caught a glimpse of pointed fangs. “Do I make you nervous when I look like this?” he asked. You hesitated before shaking your head.

“Why not?”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“How do you know?”

You swallowed hard. “Because you told me you wouldn’t… and I trust you.”

“You do?”

You nodded then let out a little shriek as Jimin grabbed you by the waist and tugged you close. Your face was only inches away from his as he looked down at you, an amused smile dancing across his lips. You watched in amazement as his eyes faded from red back to that tawny brown. “How about now?” he murmured.

You clutched the collar of his suit jacket and glanced down, a heated flush rising to your cheeks. He chuckled, the sound low in his throat. “Tell me, Y/n… did you miss me while I was gone?”

Your eyes widened. He knew. He knew how you felt. How you saw his face even when your eyes were closed. How you fantasized what it would be like to be with him.

Jimin impatiently squeezed your hips, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I-I-” you stuttered.

He closed his eyes and rolled his neck, opening them only to give you a quizzical look. “Well? Did you?”

“Yes,” you finally admitted.

Jimin smiled. “You know, I haven’t let myself get close to anyone in years. Soobin and I have just stayed out here, away from everyone and everything… You’re the first person I’ve ever let in here, and I half-expected you to run the first chance you got.”

“I almost did,” you confessed.

“What stopped you?”

You smiled. “You.”

“Me?”

You stared up into his tawny eyes. “Yes, you. I couldn’t… I mean, initially I was just curious and wanted to know more, but as you and I got to know each other, and as I continued painting your portrait, I…”

Your voice cracked and you stopped talking, afraid you’d already said too much.

“I feel the same way,” Jimin murmured, gently grasping your chin and bringing your lips to his. They were as soft as you’d imagined they’d be. He drew back, but you wanted more, wrapping your fingers through the belt loops of his trousers and yanking him back in. You kissed him with all of the pent-up feelings you’d had since the day you met him, hoping that one action could convey them all.

Jimin didn’t hold back either, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, tasting you, desiring you, adoring you. You drew back for breath for only a second before diving back into him, drowning in the exhilaration that covered you from head to toe. He was finally yours.

Until he wasn’t.

The next few weeks were filled with nothing but heat, passion, and dreams coming true. You spent your days tangled up with Jimin in between the sheets, painting him, going on long moonlit walks with him, and fully indulging your nearly-perfect summer.

The only shadow looming over all these serendipitous events was your leaving. In the week leading up to now, you’d kept waiting for Jimin to say something. Anything. Would he come back to Seoul with you? Would he visit? Were you two even official enough to expect that kind of thing? Or was this all just meant to be a memory, eventually forgotten?

You sighed and stood up, dragging your suitcase from out of your closet and throwing things haphazardly into it. He hadn’t said anything, just acted like you two would go on forever. Maybe that was literally possible for him, but for you, it was not realistic in the slightest. You would just have to move on. Throw yourself into schoolwork. Maybe find someone else.

Who are you kidding? There is no one else. Even if you searched the entire planet, no one else would compare to Jimin.

You continued packing, trying to distract yourself with the repetitive task of folding and placing. “This is such bullshit,” you muttered.

“Yeah. It is.”

You looked up to see Jimin leaning in your doorway, looking down at your partially-packed suitcase with an apprehensive look on his face. “What are you doing?” he asked.

You placed your hands on your thighs and squeezed. “Packing.

“Why?”

“My term at University starts in four days, Jimin,” you muttered, grabbing another blouse and folding it up.

“You’re leaving?”

You looked up to see Jimin biting his lip, his brow furrowed. “That was always the plan. I stay here for a summer, get paid, then go back to finish my degree.”

Jimin stepped close then slipped down to his knees, kneeling on the ground next to you. “Is that what you want?”

You didn’t answer. Jimin suddenly placed his palms on the ground and leaned forward, getting so close he caused heat to rise to your cheeks. Even after weeks of being together, he still gave you butterflies. “Tell me, Yn,” he murmured, tilting his head. “What do you want?”

“D-Depends on what you want,” you stuttered.

Jimin let out a scoff, yet a smile still lingered over his full lips. “I thought that was obvious,” he said. “I want you.”

He leaned forward even more and pressed his lips to yours, softly engulfing you in the sweetest kiss. Your lips separated and Jimin smirked, his face still hovering close to yours. “I’m coming with you, you know.”

Your mouth dropped open. “You are?”

His smirk widened. “Of course. I got a nice apartment close to your university. Close to you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“You dork,” you said before wrapping him in your arms.

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, his nose nuzzling into your hair. “I know nothing I do could match this summer, but I can try.”

“You’re already succeeding,” you murmured, holding him tighter.

You felt Jimin tense up. “What’s that?” he asked.

You turned to see where he was pointing and felt embarrassment rush through your body. “That? Oh, that’s nothing, just-”

Jimin pulled out the portrait you had painted of him while he was on his business trip. “I don’t remember you painting this.”

“I-I, well, I painted it while you were… while you were…” You seemed to have trouble getting the words out.

Jimin tossed you an amused grin. “You painted this… from memory?”

You nodded, clasping your hands behind your back

“Y/n, that’s… this is… I mean, this is amazing,” Jimin said.

You pointed to the dark streak that marred the portrait’s complexion. “Soobin made me jump,” you explained.

“That’s alright. I know you can fix it. In fact, I’ll pay you to fix it. Out of all of the portraits you’ve painted of me this summer, I think this one is my favorite.”

“Okay, but you don’t have to pay me with money,” you said, taking the painting from him and propping it against the wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Just promise me I’ll get the real you.”

“You already have me,” Jimini murmured, leaning down and kissing you.

You sighed into the kiss, a feeling of contentment working its way through you. Everything would be alright. This summer wouldn’t be just a flash of a memory, left unfinished and marred by regret. It was the start of a painting detailing the rest of your life. Despite the unknown future plaguing you, you knew one thing for certain. You and Jimin would finish that painting… together.

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slippersmoo · 4 years ago

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Little Mix Confetti Lead Singles

Is it just me or do the 3 lead singles not really match the entire vibe of the album? Don’t get me wrong i genuinely love Break Up Song and Holiday was a vibe too; its just that listening to the other songs I feel like there was no real plan from their team (who’s surprised) when it came down to creating hype for the album

I’ve seen some people say BUS and Holiday could’ve been released as unofficial buzz singles and I love that idea. Especially for BUS, when they were promoting i right in the thick of lockdown as a song we all needed to lift our spirits, it definitely did that for me (maybe I’m partial to it because of that haha)

Anyway, here’s what I would’ve done in an ideal world where I was in charge of it all (obviously these are just my opinions) and wbk that Mixers can definitely come up with a better campaign than their label

1. Make Gloves Up the lead single!!

Genuinely its such an uplifting song and its Little Mix at their best; with a vocally strong, badass, empowering anthem that is CATCHY AS HELL. Also the themes are universally relatable and I can see the song being synced for movies, TV shows or commercials.

Anyway, they mentioned a tour concept for the song but I think its absolutely perfect for a music video. Think absolute glam, serving outfits, epic pop queens version of Rocky. The fans could get something we haven’t gotten for a while too, a narrative driven MV, which we all love.

LM rock the athletic wear vibe a lot and this would be the perfect time to highlight that on their live performances/ press tours (but that’s not the important part haha)

Even a (real!) acoustic performance of the song can be stripped back and really emotional if they really lean into the emotions of it all

2. Either Happiness or Not A Pop Song as the second single

Both of these tracks have so much potential as a second single. They don’t have as much of an intense vibe as Gloves Up so the gp won’t get tired of them too.

For Happiness, its again the girls coming in clutch with a self empowerment bop. Its really easy to get stuck in your head and the content is right up their alley. The good thing about most of the Confetti songs is that they’re short and I can imagine them being perfect on the radio.

with so many of us feeling low, happiness really can remind everyone of their inner bad bitch.

If they went with the NAPS route, the amount of press coverage for the S*mon line alone would’ve been astronomical. Pair that with the fact that they are one of the few mainstream pop artists that honestly speak about the industry, we could’ve gotten tea all over the place! Its totally on brand for the girls as empowered artists taking back their narrative.

Also, it can bring more light onto a topic which I feel isn’t spoken about much which is the girls’ songwriting abilities!! This goes for everyone especially Leighade but they DEFINITELY DO NOT get enough credit for heir lyricism and storytelling abilities. They could address that in some way.

In terms of music video, an NSYNC vibe would’ve been EPIC and even short clips depicting their experiences (in a tasteful way) would’ve been poignant and well respected imo.

Like all their songs, they also show off their vocals extremely well. I especially like the fact that NAPS isn’t particularly flashy and yet it still shows what powerhouses they are.

3. Keep Sweet Melody as the final single

Sweet Melody is perfection and I wouldn’t change a single thing about the music video or live performances whatsoever. It was honestly strange how well they planned the release and I was shocked. Hopefully seeing the success of releasing the song and video on the SAME DAY sticks with them because I’m sick of settling for anything less. It’s nearly the end of the year and we can definitely hit 50m by then. If that doesn’t show success I don’t know what does.

I would love it if they released a lot of content surrounding the song. To take a page from other foreign music industries, they practically milk the song for all the content they can get. A proper behind the scenes of the music video, the girls talking about the songwriting aspect, dance rehearsal videos, etc. As much content as they can would really bring in the hype and get socials to blow up

One thing I would nitpick is the acoustic version but due to COVID and the (foolish) hope that we’ll get a proper arranged acoustic version in this lifetime but i’m not taking any chances.

I’ve clearly been thinking about this a lot hahaha If only RCA wasn’t so damn pathetic we could’ve gotten this or practically ANYTHING

#little mix #confetti #confetti album #sweet melody #happiness #not a pop song #gloves up #perrie louise edwards #perrie edwards #jade thirlwall #leigh anne pinnock #jesy nelson #leighade

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bluewhale52 · 4 years ago

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Little Black Book: The One You Trust (M)

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED!

Genre: non idol au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefits

WC: 5.1k

A/N: Completely unedited, as I wrote it between free times I could get, so my deepest apologies for any mistakes made. Hope you enjoy reading it! 💜

I am also reposting this because I changed my tumblr setting, so hopefully this link will work better overall.

Series Masterlist: Little Black Book