#but while i'm sleepy with a sore throat this is awful...

[felicitypdf]

I'm so sleepy I think my body is fighting off a cold but I have an article to write on sports flooring, of all things

[fairysluna]

morning sex + cregan?? 🙏🏻

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this is a very old request, but i tried to do this since i had an inspo rush and i felt the need to write something. remember I'm having an awful writer's block so this is not the best, but i hope you like it either way! i tried my best🤍

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader.

TAGS — smut (p in v, creampie, dirty talk), husband!cregan, lazy sex. if something is missing let me know!

WORD COUNT — 0.8k

The way your husband snuggled into your neck gave you a hint on how he had decided to wake you up that day. You were bare already, still sore from the events of the prior night and still feeling the stickiness between your thighs as you squirmed closer to him. Cregan grunted against your neck, his tongue licking the marks he had left on there as his big hands traveled down your back until they reached your round arse; he gave it a firm squeeze — possessive, rough. You were still too sleepy to even notice how his hardened cock brushed against your belly before he grabbed your thigh and forced your leg on top of his hip. An involuntary movement was all it took him to moan, feeling the wetness of your growing arousal soaking his length as he moved it between your folds.

“I need you, my love,” he mumbled lazily, as you too moved your hips to feel more of him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. Usually, he would take his time with you by using his skillful tongue or thick fingers, but he was already aching for you and it was way too early in the morning to have the patience to wait any further. Cregan wrapped his own hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before his leaking tip found its way to your weeping cunt. A single movement of his hips and he was pushing inside of you, stretching your tight walls and stealing a gasp from your pretty lips. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, nibbling at your shoulder as an attempt to hold back. “So. fucking. tight,” he murmured with each thrust.

Your nails dug into his skin, your lips right next to his ear as he pounded into you slowly but so fucking deep. Cregan was mesmerized by the way your walls were already clenching around him, squeezing his sensitive cock while you were moaning so prettily against his ear. His body was still on fire from last night, his skin overly sensitive as well as yours; he knew neither of you would last long. “So perfect for me,” Cregan praised you as he searched for your lips. “Your cunt feels so perfect around my cock,” he whimpered, feeling his breath becoming ragged and uneven. “Squeezing me so fucking hard, like you don't want to let go of it. So needy for me.”

The blush rushed into your cheeks at his filthy words. You could hear it all; his hips meeting yours in rough but slow movements, your creamy cunt opening up and getting stretched by his thickness, the sound of the sloppy yet intense way your tongues clashed against each other in a kiss that was far too obscene — messy and wet. You were in heaven at that point, moaning shamelessly as your husband reached the deepest parts of you, reaching that sweet spot over and over again until you were nothing but a quivering mess between his big arms. “I- I feel so close,” you whined, forcing yourself to stop the kiss as it was starting to be so much for you.

“Mhm…” he hummed, pleased with the way your body reacted to him. His fingertips buried themselves in the soft flesh of your arse, holding onto you to thrust harder, faster and deeper. Your mouth dropped open, gasping for air as he seemed to have taken it away. “I can already feel it. Your cunt is begging for me to fill you up. Seven hells, I'll give it to you, my love. Every. fucking. drop.”

You felt him twitch inside you, and a deep groan left his throat before he could've held it back. You knew he was thinking about the filthy image of his seed falling from your weeping hole, your clit throbbing as your legs shake uncontrollably; oh, how he loved to think about it, about the mess he makes out of you everytime he fucks you. He loved marking you, feeling the stickiness between your thighs as he pushed his seed back inside you with his fingers, and he craved to do it one more time that morning.

He felt your walls milking him as you released, clamping around him and making it difficult for him to keep moving at the same pace as before. Yet, the mere sensation of your tightness was enough for him to spill himself inside of you, keeping his word and giving you every single drop as he whimpered your name like a prayer. His hips kept moving against yours, not stopping until he was sure that he had left all his cum in you. Cregan remained still for a moment, breathlessly caressing your soft skin and leaving soft kisses around your face and neck. You hummed, delighted by his touch.

“Good morning, Lady Stark,” he whispered in your ear after the overwhelming feeling has passed, followed by a deep chuckle that almost made you moan.

You sleepily smiled, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Good morning, Lord Stark.”

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[renaiswriting]

Shadows of Desire (part 13)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader

Summary:

You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.

Word count: (+) 1.7k words

Warnings: Kind of a claustrophobic moment, but I think that's it.

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Your head was pounding so badly that you thought a hammer was hitting you from the inside.

 

A painful cry erupted from your soul, and, from the darkness of wherever you were at the moment, a fake cooed could be heard.

 

You open your eyes wide open, getting even more dizziness from it. You quickly regretted the sudden movement of your neck as a sharp, burning sensation invaded you.

 

Your hand instinctively rose to touch the place that hurt so badly, but a hand that was not yours held it before you got the chance. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

 

You were in a room that was almost completely peach-black if it weren't for the vague flame next to you. The flame moved so slowly that it made scary figures in the room.

 

You were in bed, and your head was resting on a thin pillow, which did nothing to help the soreness on your neck.

 

A soft laugh echoed in the darkness: "You are truly the sleepy beauty; have anyone told you that before?"

 

"How long have I been sleeping?" You cleaned your throat. Mark chuckled again, walking closer to the bed with a glass full of water just for you.

 

"You slept for two days; if I'm honest, I'm surprised your stomach is not complaining for food by now."

 

"Two days?" You asked shocked, attempting to sit but failing miserably as the dizziness from your head did not seem to dissipate. "Jeonghan—"

 

"Who?" Mark asked when you stopped yourself. His hand touched your sweaty forehead, clicking his tongue. "You had an awful fever."

 

"Your hand is freezing." You complained, pushing it away from your skin.

 

"No, you're just burning hot."

 

"Where's Luke?" You asked, not putting any resistance when Mark's hands pushed your shoulders back into the bed.

 

"He's resting. He had been watching you almost all day; he was on the verge of passing out because of exhaustion. One of my friends is taking care of him; don't worry about it, darling."

 

You hummed. Your head was feeling way too dizzy for you to nod. "I still think I should go; at least I need to make sure my friends know I am fine. They're probably too worried about me."

 

"What friends are you talking about?" Mark asked, confused. The sides of his legs were slightly touching yours, and now that he was sitting on the bed, the coldness you felt from his hand was now embracing you from his whole body.

 

"I was with my friend."

 

"(Y/n), you were alone in the forest. near the lake. I don't know what got into you, but you almost threw yourself there. Thank God I was walking in the right place at the right time. I don't want to know what could have possibly happened to you if I hadn't."

 

You looked at him, confused. "No, no. I was—I remember I was feeding some cows and—"

 

"Cows?" Mark started laughing, taking some pieces of your hair that were starting to pickle your check and twisting them around his finger. He touched your nose with his index finger. "Aren't you the cutest when you're all confused?"

You stared at him in a mix of confusion and embarrassment.

 

Have you truly imagined all that?

 

"I'm sorry, I think I need some time alone."

 

"Of course." Mark smiled at you, slowly standing up from the bed and letting go of your hair.

 

"Where am I?" You asked before you missed the chance. No matter how much you looked around, you couldn't find any comfort in recognizing something.

 

"My house—my parents house. It's closer to the lake, so I thought it would be safer to take you here."

 

"I'll let you rest for now; I'll bring you some food." He continued after your silence, and before he could get out of the room, he turned to you, making more eye contact. "And stop overworking that mind of yours. I mean it."

You let out a not-so-quiet sigh, your fingers gently massaging the sting of your eyelids.

 

Your head ached every time you moved it, but you felt your body needed to stretch.

 

You slowly moved your legs out of the bed, stretching your back. A groan emerged from the back of your throat; you felt like absolutely shit.

 

Your hand held tight to the wall once you took two steps forward, feeling a dizziness wave increasing abruptly.

 

If you sharpened your hearing, you could hear a faint murmur beneath the floor.

 

There was no space to see out into the room you were in, but apparently you were on at least a second floor.

 

Curiousity won over you, and, losing no time, you carefully brought the candle closer to the walls, inspecting everything that caught your attention.

You spent a good five minutes trying to reach a box in a closet that was way out of your reach before your head started aching powerfully again.

 

Your eyes fell on your barefoot feet; you hadn't noticed until that exact moment that your shoes were nowhere to be found. It wasn't that surprising, considering that Mark had informed you that you'd been sleeping for two days, but...

 

You got sick of waiting for Mark, and the need to go to the toilet was growing bigger and bigger. You attempted to open the door.

 

but it was locked.

Stupid Mark had probably locked it by accident when he closed it. Your ears had been ringing when Mark slammed the door a little harder than it had taken to get it to close.

You leaned your ear against the door; you couldn't hear footsteps rumbling down the stairs or any mumbling from Mark that would indicate he was returning.

So you saw yourself with no choice but to start banging on the door, lazily.

"Alright, let me out." You mockingly chanted, "Ya, let me the hell out."

Nothing.

Mark was known to have a good ear. When you sneak out of the house to hang out and play as kids behind your parents' backs, Mark could always catch his mother's footsteps minutes before the woman showed up to scold him for disobeying her.

So you didn't understand what could be going on down there for Mark not to be listening.

"Mark!" you shouted, rapping harder on the door with your knuckles. The wooden door was shaking with the force you were using. You could feel your skin starting to redden, hurting you. "It's not funny!"

"Shit." You muttered, giving the door one last angry knock and bringing the candle flame to your battered knuckles, where one of them was starting to bleed.

Your heart was beginning to pound hard against your chest.

And no matter how much you were breathing, the air didn't seem to be enough to fill your oxygen-starved lungs.

Your legs began to shake, and falling to the floor, you crawled against the wall, letting it crash against your back.

Calm down.

You ordered yourself.

Calm down.

Breathe.

Control yourself.

But the words echoed in your mind; you were too panicked to comprehend them.

The door handle began to shake, making your eyes travel from the floor to the door. This one was shaking hard.

 

"What are you doing here?" You heard an annoyed voice say, "You're not allowed to be here now. Go away."

 

The door was still shaking, but underneath, you could see two shadows moving.

 

"What? Aren't you listening to me? I'm telling you you're not allowed to be here." The annoyed voice repeated itself.

 

"Are you going to stop me from eating? You're starving me."

 

"It's just for some time."

 

"You can't do this forever. You know it." The voice growled, annoyed. "My food is just behind this door, so close. It can stop the aching in the back of my throat; why are you stopping me from it?" The voice spoke, even though it sounded breathless.

You have heard the owner of that voice stamp on the wall next to the door.

When the door finally opened, the fight that had begun to occur outside the room you were locked in had long since ended.

 

As much as you had been needing to call out to them for help, you were afraid of those angry voices.

 

Mark entered the room with his hair slightly tousled and his eyes slightly darker. "Why is everything lying all over the floor?"

 

Mark wasn't looking at you; his eyes were closed tightly as his fingers worked rapidly at his temple, trying to calm some discomfort.

 

You looked around; your throat was dry again, and it hurt to breathe.

 

"Why was the door locked?" you asked, trying to gather saliva inside your mouth to soothe the discomfort in your throat.

 

"What are you talking about?" Mark replied with a sigh. "The door was unlocked."

 

"No." You shook your head. "It was locked. I tried to open it and couldn't."

 

"(Y/n)," Mark raised his head, the expression on his face making it more than clear that he was somewhat tired and annoyed at your insistence. "I just opened the door myself; I'm telling you it was unlocked."

 

"Why didn't you hear me? I called out to you." You lifted the bowl of soup Mark had prepared for you to your mouth. The hot broth only intensified the burning in your throat a little, but your stomach had begun to demand food, and the broth had been more than welcome.

 

"I had to go outside to bring some carrots for your soup." He replied, sighing. "Drink it all."

You finished drinking the soup in seconds, setting the bowl down.

Your eyes felt heavy, and your breathing was starting to calm down, becoming so calm that it was hard to hear it.

 

"I'm feeling a little sleepy." You mumbled because your voice couldn't find the strength to speak louder than a whisper.

 

"I know." Mark commented, standing up. "Sleep. It's easier to put you to sleep than to try to fight it."

 

You tried to answer him, but Mark's silhouette blurred, darkening until your vision was pitch black.

"(Y/N)," you heard a voice echoing in your mind." (Y/N) I need you to be aware of what is going to happen. You need to be aware of what the shadows can hide."

You looked around, trying to find where that voice was coming from, but everything was black.

"I'll come back to you." You heard. "I promise I will come back to get you out of there, but in the meantime, please be safe."

[levi-supreme]

being sick means being treated like a baby. levi would do everything for you. cooking, cleaning, laundry, setting your clothes to be ready when you step out of the shower, drying your hair if you feel too sore. he will have you resting in bed all day or on the couch with a blanket, cuddled up with you and playing your favorite show/movie. he’d help you get to the bathroom if you really need it.

throughout the day, he would make tea with a bit of ginger or honey to soothe your throat, also because it helps you relax. will force you to take medicine, even if you dont feel like it. and depending on the severity of the sickness, if you’re not able to lift yourself up, he’ll help you bathe and he doesnt give a damn about getting sick himself.

then when you’re all better and now he’s sick, hes such a big baby and in denial about it or needing help XD

Suki please, this is adorable!!!! <3 Also shameless self-promo, I did write a fic where Levi has a fever and reader takes care of him hehe. Read it here (for those who haven't)!!

Levi would ensure you stay in bed and only get up if you need to use the toilet. He does everything for you and you have to tell and remind him that you are capable of doing everything on your own.

"Bullshit," Levi says as he scoops some congee into a spoon, blowing on it gently before bringing it to your mouth. "You're sick and you should remain in bed because that's what a good patient does." Levi scowls as he feeds you the congee, making sure you swallow properly before feeding you another mouthful.

"B-but, I'm bored to death, Levi, I've been in bed all day..." you sulked as Levi passed you a glass of water with a straw, letting you drink water easily.

"Fine, we'll watch a movie later, okay? But you need to take a nap first." Levi relented and you gladly nodded your head. When you finished your congee, Levi feeds you your medicine and watches you sleep. He gently brushes your hair and rubs your back, pulling you closer into his embrace as he accompanies you to dreamland.

When you wake up from your nap, Levi kept to his promise and allows you choose a movie to watch. The both of you cuddle under the warm blankets and instead of popcorn, Levi sliced some fruits for snacks instead. Halfway through, you dozed off and lay your head on Levi's shoulder.

"Hey," Levi gently tapped you. "Wake up, you have to take your shower first before you sleep." You rubbed your eyes, still drowsy from your medication. Instead of telling him you were tired, you let out a yawn instead. Sighing, Levi scooped you underneath his arms and carried you to the bathroom, setting you on top of the toilet seat. Levi slowly removed your layers and gave you a sponge bath, making sure the temperature of the water was just right. Levi also brought you a new change of clothes and carried your sleepy self back to bed.

As you got comfortable under the blankets, Levi came back with a warm glass of honey lemon.

"Drink this, it's good for your throat," Levi hands you the glass with a slight cough.

"Wait, are you falling sick?" Your eyes widened, afraid that you passed Levi the sick bug. Levi coughed again.

"My throat's itchy. Drink that, it's not effective when it's cold." Levi urges you to drink the warm honey lemon while it was his turn to take a shower. When he returned, Levi saw the empty glass by the bedside table and you snuggling into your bolster.

"Good girl." Levi whispers as he kisses your forehead, turning off the lights as he joined you in bed.

When you recover, it was Levi's turn to fall sick. Yet, being the stoic and 'cool guy' he think he is, Levi refuses to see a doctor, or to let you take care of him.

"I-I'm fine—achoo!" Levi sneezes midway while you were talking to him. With the blankets pulled up to his jaw, Levi turned his back towards you, refusing to let you see him weak.

"Aw, come on Levi, don't be a baby. Let me take care of you okay?" You whined, rolling on the bed to meet face to face with Levi. His nose was red and his eyes were a little watery.

"Please, Levi? Hmm?" You looked at him with the best imitation of the puppy-eye that you could manage, and Levi closed his eyes.

"Tch, f-fine—achoo!" Levi blew his nose on a piece of tissue. "Only just for today." You giggled, slowly helping Levi to sit upwards to feed him a bowl of chicken soup. Although Levi said it was just for today, you knew what he meant was that he will let you take care of him until he recovers.

[shingia]

hello I saw the request for fluff so here I am with a very self-indulgent request (I wasn't able to access your rules from your masterlist so I apologize if I violate any of them :(

this is probably bc I've been reading fics and whatnot 24/7 but I now have this intense desire to coddle the haikyuu boys. like calling them baby, cupping their face with my hands and kissing them all over, holding their head to my chest and playing with their hair, humming them to sleep... sksjsk is it obvious that I'm touch starved and lonely?

hopefully you like this idea! if you decide to write it, could you include akaashi, tsukishima, kuroo, iwaizumi, and daichi please? it's totally fine if you don't want to though. thank you so much and I hope you're doing well! <3

✗ CODDLING THE HAIKYUU BOYS

hii !! the problem with the link to my rules should be fixed now, sorry about that ! but dw you respected all of them <3 and, as a fellow touch starved and lonely person, this request is absolutely adorable and i loved writing it ! also, i’m doing good ty, hope you are too !!

-> akaashi, tsukki, kuroo, iwa, daichi

-> reblogs are v cool but do what you want besties 🖤

— AKAASHI

he absolutely loves it. falling asleep and waking up comfortably tucked in your embrace every day makes him the most grateful man on earth. he even clings onto your arm just to make sure he won’t move away from you in his sleep, because he would hate to open his eyes to anything other than your sleepy face as you place gentle kisses on his forehead, getting his arms covered with goosebumps. and the « did you sleep well baby ? » that rolls off your tongue seems to magically pull the corner of his lips upwards. there’s also something about having his head buried in the crook of your neck, with your smell being the last thing he focuses on before drifting off, that makes him realize that he will never get tired of the safety you bring him.

— TSUKISHIMA

at first, tsukishima has trouble understanding why everyone is making such a fuss about how nice it is to be pampered by a loved one. but one day - a really awful one that had almost made him cry - he discovers the joys of letting you be the big spoon for once ; and he promises himself to never turn you down again next time you’d ask to play with his hair. because the feeling of your fingers tangling in his locks is all he needs to fall asleep, no matter how much is on his mind. he doesn’t even get mad when you wake him up with a kiss on the tip of his nose, telling him that the dinner you have ordered has finally come. when you get up to open the door to the delivery man, he’s still by your side, his arm embarrassingly intertwined with yours because he just wants to make sure you won’t forget about him.

— KUROO

you’re a deity to this man, so you’re free to do literally anything your heart wishes. you want to squish his cheeks until they’re bright red ? and then kiss them until they’re back to their normal color ? go ahead. and have fun doing this please, because he loves nothing more than to hear you chuckle in his ear. also, since he mostly refers to you as kitten, it’s pretty logical for you to do the same. but the first time you call him baby :o ? not in a flirty way but in a genuinely sweet one ? he has never looked up from his homework so quickly, eyes wide because he didn’t expect to like the sound of it so much. « this is nice » he flashes you a satisfied smile before whispering to himself « this is very nice ».

— IWAIZUMI

he is so used to always be the one coddling you that it had never crossed his mind that roles could be inverted. but all it takes is for you to lovingly wrap him in a blanket on a particularly cold winter day to make him completely melt. the only times he usually lets himself being pampered is when he’s sick - and even then, he always tries to prove that he’s well enough to take care of himself. but it feels good to not associate your tender gestures of affection with runny nose, headache and sore throat for once… so screw having the upper hand during cuddles today, because he really needs those back hugs and hand massages. but most of all, he needs to hear that he’s doing well and that you’re proud of him <3

— DAICHI

daichi is always in charge. and as much as he loves his role, it doesn’t take him much to surrender to your sweet gestures, precisely because he enjoys being taken care of from time to time. you’re his favorite way to recharge his batteries, every kiss you pepper on his face makes him feel a little bit stronger. but paradoxically, you’re also the person that makes him relax the fastest. he could spend entire days listening to your heartbeat with his head on your chest while you let him talk about whatever comes to his mind - it feels nice to have actually have someone that listens to him, other than when he’s giving directions. but you can easily tell when he’s done talking because he always brings himself closer to you, inviting your arms to hold him just a little bit tighter as you take on the talking - only stopping when you’re sure he’s sound asleep.

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

[whumperooni]

Shaming Natsuo? I'M HERE FOR IT, I imagine it taking place in your fuckboy natsuo au after sis turns to papa enji and natsuo literally BEGS her to take him back, to allow him back into your life, but sis is being a bit manipulative and being like 'now you want me back natsu-nii? what happend to all your,,friends?' And he really tries to get her to spend time together again but put into this our posessive papa who says natsu has no bussines around his innocent sister anymore (1/2)

(2/2) and who is our baby girl to deny her papa? Cut to natsuo almost degrading himself in front of you to get you back and sis being like 'well, you have to try harder, daddy for example-' it's always daddy daddy daddy, never him, and it's so frustrating for him but it only fuels him to try almost stupidly harder to get you back, meanwhile sis can only smile to the thought of her desperate bro while still panting, tired but sated and well loved in bed cuddling with her smug posessive papa 💜

In this house we Shame Natsuo Constantly 👊

I love this a lot, nonny- you’re big brained af 💕

This is a continuation of this ask!

tw: incest, manipulation, toxic relationships, cucking (kinda)

It makes you feel a little sick to have your big brother beg you so desperately for your affection.

Sick. Angry. Sad.

Vindicated.

You want to forgive him for abandoning you. You want to forgive him for hurting you.

You want to forgive him...

but you don’t at the same time.

Natsuo-nii abandoned you just to make daddy mad. You had to suffer through his hookups and loneliness and so many awful fights because he wanted to act like a spiteful brat.

You’re still hurting and it’s not easy for you to forgive him right now. There’s some upset, mean part of you deep down inside that wants him to keep begging you for your attention and forgiveness- a twisted little streak rarely ever seen that thinks Natsuo’s pleading is just desserts.

There’s satisfaction under your hurt and despair and it disgusts you. But...but you can’t help but feel that it may be a little justified.

Even if watching your older brother turn so pathetically desperate makes your stomach twist in knots.

“-I know you wanted to see it. We can go get coffee after, too- your favorite place! And maybe pick up some ice cream on the way home?”

Your upper lip threatens to curl and spite chokes at your weak desire to say yes to Natsuo-nii, strangles it and makes you look away from your older brother with his sad eyes and pleading expression. It makes you feel bitter, this, but anger reminds you of whenever he ditched you to fuck a girl in daddy’s car and frustration floods over the sour feelings making your stomach churn.

“...why are you asking me? What about all of your friends? You were more than happy to spend all your time with them just last week.”

The words come out cold- cool and callous and more icy than anything you’ve ever said in your life. Natsuo flinches from them and that breaks your heart, but it makes the mean part of you think good; you better be sorry.

“Angel, please. I am so sorry. I-”

“Shouldn’t be talking to her.”

Your father’s voice makes you both jump, but Natsuo’s face drops even more from it. You look over his clenched fists and Enji places his hands on your shoulders and let your father pull you back against his chest, keep your eyes on the jealousy and frustration twisting your brother’s expression.

You don’t say anything while Natsuo fumes and you only close your eyes when vindication zips through you, lean further into daddy’s chest and let his warmth soothe you.

“You have no business being around her,” Enji continues on- voice rumbling in anger and his hands tightening on your shoulders. You open your eyes to catch Natsuo’s reaction and let yourself watch his face contort in guilt, fury. “You do not deserve to be around her. Your little sister doesn’t need another bad influence in her life.”

Natsuo’s mouth opens like he’s going to snap back at Enji, but you’re whisked around before anything can be said- your daddy’s arm wrapping around you and nudging you to walk away with him.

You don’t fight him. Daddy’s right, probably. And he’s...he’s the only one that’s been good to you lately. He’s the only one that has never let you down.

Daddy has always been there for you.

You let your father lead you away and something dark in you pulses whenever a faint, choked, anguished sob sounds behind you. _____________________________________________________

Natsuo keeps coming to you even after that rejection.

It makes you angry that he keeps coming to you even when acting like a kicked dog, but it makes something in you feel satisfied too.

It’s not nice having to beg someone for attention, is it?

You want to be snide and ask him that, but there’s the part of you that still loves him truly and deeply that keeps your nasty, hurt feelings in check.

If you’re being honest with yourself, the cruel little thoughts scare you a bit- you’ve never wanted to be mean to Natsuo-nii before.

But...well.

If you keep being honest with yourself, it’s vindicating to keep seeing him try so hard. It rubs a smug streak that you never knew existed when he brings you gifts and trinkets, when he grabs your hand and begs for just an afternoon together- a trip to the amusement park, a date to the cafe, even just to watch a tv show together.

You accept the trinkets mutely and put them away somewhere you don’t have to see them.

You don’t accept his pleas for time together.

He breaks down one night and demands to know why daddy- why not him? He’s so sorry and he’ll do anything to get you back, but please please not Enji anymore.

And all you can is smile at him- a little tired, a little sad and so very frustrated.

“Daddy has never abandoned me. He’s never ditched me for his friends. He’s never brought anyone over and let them be mean to me. He’s never made me sleep alone before. Daddy cares for me- he doesn’t let infantile spite get in the way of loving me.”

It’s harsh and cruel, but it’s true. Natsuo knows it’s true as well- even if it has his face scrunching up in anger and frustration.

“Angel, I- I love you! I never stopped loving you! I was just-”

You leave before he can say anything else and go to your daddy, sit yourself in his lap and curl up in his warmth. He’s satisfied whenever you tell him about what happened- possessive, too. Enji kisses you and he tells you that you’re a good girl for denying your brother, that you’re his sweet little one and that you only need him to love you.

And you let him do just that- you let him love you by mouthing over your neck and curling his thick fingers into your cunny, filling you with his cock and cum until you’re a sleepy little wreck against him with a sore throat from being made to cry his name out again and again and again.

You wonder tiredly if Natsuo-nii heard.

You hope he did.

It’s punishment and it’s twisted, but it makes your big brother try even harder to earn your forgiveness. He does everything for you in the hopes of winning you back- chores and cooking breakfast, lunch, dinner; buying you expensive jewelry and pretty flowers and cute plushies; gifting you tickets to shows you want to see and giving you money to go shopping with your friends.

He does so much for you- is wearing himself down to the bone- and...well...your anger is starting to fade.

But so is your guilt over your anger.

It just seems right for your big brother to be panting and begging after you now- you’ve done so much for him over the years and now it’s finally time for you to be paid back.

And it’s...well...as horrible as it may be, it’s starting to get satisfying reaping the spoils of your brother’s hard work only to deny him and go to daddy instead. It’s starting to get satisfying knowing that Natsuo-nii is forced to listen to daddy fucking you brainless while all he has is his hand and your loud whines to get him off. It’s starting to get satisfying to lay on top of your daddy after being stuffed with his cum and get your hair petted, hear him murmur about how he’s going to take you somewhere nice and buy you a pretty dress and new shoes and all the things his little one deserves. It’s starting to get satisfying being spoiled by daddy and waited on hand and foot by Natsuo.

It might make you a bad person but, if you are, it’s Natsuo’s fault for hurting you in the first place. And, besides, he’s the one that keeps coming back to you- he’s the one that’s a glutton for punishment.

It’s his fault that he gets nothing but rejection while daddy holds your heart and gets to be with you in bed, gets to have you wrapped up in his arms.

It’s his fault that you belong to daddy now- you had always been your big brother’s ever adoring little sister but now you’re daddy’s girl through and through.

Natsuo is just going to have to keep trying again and again- keep pleading you each and every day until you decide to give him a crumb of affection.

Maybe one day you will but, for now, you’re going to stay content in your daddy’s arms- a smile on your face as your father plugs his cum inside you with a thick finger, as you drift off to sleep wondering just how your big brother will try to prove his love and devotion tomorrow and the day after that.

[shimmeringclouds]

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Chorosuke had long since given up on trying to kick the two out, seeing as they had absolutely no intention of moving. Instead, he hesitantly sat himself down amongst you all, eating with a sour frown on his face directed towards Ozo, who either didn't notice or didn't care.

"So, why Akashika?" Ozo asked suddenly after a few moments. You stifled a laugh at the crumbs scattering his cheeks, taking a sip of water to stall for time, noticing how all eyes were now on you.

"Well," you started, pushing your food around lightly with your chopstick, "I just wanted to go on a holiday for a little while. Akashika seemed like the best place." You shrugged nonchalantly, going back to eating your food.

"Akashika? Really?" Ozo drawled, raising a brow.

"Is.. Is there something wrong with that?" you asked nervously.

"Not really," Chorosuke replied, a thoughtful look on his face. "It's just that, since Akashika District is a small village in the countryside, not many people know that this place even exists. We rarely ever get visitors, other than those who already have a direct connection to this place."

You hummed. That did make sense, in a way.

"How did you find out about this place, anyway?" Ozo pushed, resting his chin on his palm.

"I came across an article online about Akatsuka Village," You paused, thinking about the contents of the article with a slight smile. "It was talking about a bunch of mysteries this place has, and after a bit of digging around, I found that this area of Japan was quiet and unknown, which was convenient for me."

"'Mysteries,' you say..." Chorosuke groaned.

"'Convenient?'" Ozo asked.

"Karamatsu-niisan must've wrote that article!" Jyushimatsu chimed in.

"Karatsugu." Chorosuke iterated.

Your mind raced to come up with an answer to Ozo, leaning away from him as he came closer, waiting for you to say something.

"Uh, 'convenient' as in..." you cleared your throat, "..I-I've never been to the countryside before. I've always lived in the city, so I wanted to start somewhere that wasn't overwhelmed by tourists and such." You ended with a nervous chuckle, which quickly died down under Ozo's unreadable stare. Should.. Should you say something? Did he even listen to what you said? Why was he looking at you like that? Your cheeks turned pink the longer he held your gaze.

"Ozo," Chorosuke kicked him from under the table, a 'huff' leaving said man's lips. "Stop being creepy. Ignore him, [Y/N]."

"Yeah, yeah..." Ozo muttered something under his breath, which you couldn't quite hear, but it didn't seem to matter as his grin came back onto his face.

"How long are you staying for, [Y/N]-chan?" Jyushimatsu suddenly spoke from beside you, making you squeak. You did your best to ignore the chuckles from Ozo and Dayoko, although the flush on your cheeks only darkened in embarrassment.

"T-Two months."

"Aw, that's it?" Ozo whined. "Well hopefully by the end of it, you'll want to stay for longer!" He winked your way. You glanced away, taking larger sips of water to distract yourself. With that, everyone focused back on their food, finishing the last bits from their bowls. It was mostly silent, save for the clinking of utensils and the gentle song of birds from outside, adding a sort of serenity to the air. It was comforting, an atmosphere you very much appreciated. It was a far cry from what you were used to.

Eventually, you all let out a hum of satisfaction, praising Dayoko for the fulfilling meal. Ozo and Jyushimatsu lay comfortably on the floor, spreading out their limbs as they shut their eyes, large sleepy grins on their faces. You smiled softly at their antics. With the way they acted, you would have thought they were brothers. You didn't want to jump straight to conclusion, though. You'd probably make things awkward if you said something like that.

Dayoko stood up and began gathering everyone's dishes. You attempted to get up and help, feeling bad about her doing all the work, but she waved you off with a smile. Chorosuke placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, gaining your attention.

"[Y/N], why you don't you head on upstairs, instead?" He offered with a smile. "I've had a bath drawn for you. I'm sure it will help you relax before heading off to bed. You've had a long day, after all."

"Can we have one too?" Ozo perked his head up, eyes hopefully.

"No." Chorosuke shot sternly, glaring at the man as he let his head fall back to the floor with a grumble.

"Choromatsu-niisan's no fun..." Jyushimatsu's voice was muffled, his face pushed against the floor.

"Stop calling me that.." Chorosuke was exasperated by now, but he opted to ignore the both of them, turning back to you expectantly. You mulled over the offer. A soothing bath after a warm meal sounded very appealing to you, especially since your back did feel a little sore still after sitting on a rocky train for most of the day.

"That sounds lovely, actually. Thank you, Chorosuke," you smiled appreciatively, slowly picking yourself up from the floor.

"It's nothing. Our guests always receive the best of treatment here in the Midorito Estate," he stated proudly with a bow of his head. Ozo glared up at him from the floor.

"Careful. You're rising again, Chorofappysk-"

A pillow was thrown harshly onto his face, startling him as his head smacked onto the ground with a hollow 'thud.' You gasped, covering your mouth to hide the giddy smile from the others in the room. You felt bad that he got hurt, but you couldn't deny that their childish ways of bickering was starting to become comedic for you.

Dayoko re-entered the room before things could escalate, hooking her arm with yours.

"Ah, Dayoko!" Chorosuke's smile was thin and forced, his brow twitching dangerously as the pillow he threw hit against his side. "Could you please escort our guest to the washroom while I deal with those?"

Dayoko looked unimpressed, not even replying to her brother as she tugged you out of the room, closing the door behind her without so much as a second glance. As soon as it slid shut, loud voices erupted as an argument broke out. You managed to pick out a few insults that were so ridiculous, you couldn't help but splutter a laugh. You tried to cover your mouth to stop them leaving your mouth, but eventually, you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"S-Sorry..!" You apologised to Dayoko through your bouts of laughter, clutching at your stomach as you followed her on shaky legs down the hallways. She looked at you for a moment in surprise before joining in with a playful roll of her eyes. You both giggled and chuckled endlessly, almost completely breathless by the time you had made it to the washroom.

Slowly, you both regained your composure, wiping a couple of stray tears from the corners of your eyes. Dayoko sighed happily.

"Dayon! Dayon!"

'That's the most I've laughed in a while!'

You smiled brightly along with her. "Same here!"

Dayoko took your hand, opening the door to the washroom to reveal, yet another, large washroom. It was slightly steamy in the room, a low mist of wafting over the tiled flooring, which was emitting from a wide bathtub on the other side of the room. You glanced around with wide eyes. The mirrors were somehow clear of any fog, the small plants scattered around the room were perked up and lively, the towels looked so soft and fluffy, hell -- even the toilet seemed to sparkle in its environment.

The girl tugged on your hand, snapping you out of your daze. She wore an amused smile on her face, but didn't comment on your surprised look.

"Dayon, dayon..."

She began telling you where everything you needed would be, and that she would leave fresh set nightwear for you to put on once you were done. You thanked her profusely once more as she left you to your own devices, closing the door to give you privacy.

You looked around, somehow feeling unsure of where to even start.

'..That's stupid,' you thought to yourself with a shake of your head. You began stripping down, neatly placing your clothes in a basket nearby so they could be washed later. Then, you moved over to the bathtub, gingerly placing the tip of your toe into the water, delighted to find it just the right temperature.

You slid in, settling down comfortably with a long sigh of relief, feeling the tension in your muscles fading away. There was a faint aroma of lavender and peppermint in the air, and you took deep and steady breaths to help clear your mind for a moment. It was truly heavenly, sitting in the warm water with your eyes closed and body relaxed. You wished you could do something like this all the time, but of course your situation back home wouldn't allow any kind of relaxation for you...

Another sigh left you, heavy and full of built up emotions. You brought a damp hand up to your face, resting it against your forehead as you frowned sadly. Your chest felt tight for a moment as a memory flashed through your mind. Your ears rang with loud voices, yelling and screaming, a complete one-eighty from what you had just heard downstairs a few minutes ago. It made your head throb uncomfortably, and your eyes suddenly prickled with un-shed tears.

'No,' you thought immediately. You sat up and reached over to a shelf beside you, grabbing a bottle of shampoo that Dayoko had pointed out to you earlier. You squirted a handful of the liquid into your hand, the scent of cherries hitting your nose as you began lathering it into your hair, using the time to give yourself a brief massage over your scalp.

'I have two months to not think about that,' you reminded yourself, finally pushing away any other intruding thoughts from your mind as you busied yourself with washing up.

After a nice long while relaxing and cleansing yourself, you stumbled out of the bath, rubbing at your wet skin with a towel (which was just as fluffy as it looked). You looked over to the door, finding your nightwear and undergarments folded neatly on a small tabletop beside a pot of blooming Dahlias. You admired their vibrant layered petals for a moment before taking your clothes

You slipped on your oversized short sleeved shirt and shorts, perfect for the warm summer night, briefly ruffling your hair with the towel before exiting the washroom. Upon not seeing Dayoko nearby, you decided to make your own way to your bedroom, somewhat confident in being able to find it yourself.

It was clear to you, though, that after only a few turns, you found yourself lost.

"How can I get lost in a house?" you muttered with slight panic. You glanced behind you, turning around. "I'll just... head back to the washroom. She's probably there right now, waiting for me..."

You turned back down the corridor you were sure you had just come from, but... you couldn't' find it. You couldn't' find the washroom you had just been in two seconds ago. Worrying your lip between your teeth, you wondered if it would be childish to start calling out for her, or Chorosuke, to come and help you. Just as you were about to make a decision, a set of footsteps sounded behind you.

You breathed a sigh if relief, turning with a sheepish smile.

"Finished with your bath already? And here I was thinking I could jump in with you!"

You froze, cheeks ablaze for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. It was Ozo, not Chorosuke or Dayoko, wandering causally down the corridor towards you, a hand tucked into his trouser pocket. He kept walking until he stopped right in front of you, leaning against the wall.

" 'Sup?"

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[thirstyfortom]

I'm having an awful month. May I ask for a lot of comforting fluff? MC breaking down after a really hard day and RFA comforting MC after a rough day?

Fluff till the end of times! (I’m sorry you had a bad month, hope you’re feeling better by now, honey)

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA comforting MC

Zen

Tough day at work

Zen knew when things didn’t go as you expected, your frustration was all over your face

He plopped beside you in the couch, and you leaned on his chest immediately.

He hummed some lullabies, his fingers brushing your shoulder lightly.

“Can I do anything for you, babe?” “Can you get me a beer, please?”

Oh, okay… yeah, not what he was expecting, but he’d be more than glad to oblige.

You two ended up on the rooftop, chilling with the beer.

And he listened to all your venting, that was very vivid due to the alcohol.

He texted you during your break at your job the next day. “I’m rooting for you, babe! That chilling beer and I will be waiting you to come home

Work was incredibly more manageable that day.

Yoosung

You had a little fight with your parents

Yoosung knew what this was about, you already told him you were meeting them to discuss a few things, he’s so sad to know it didn’t end up well.

He’ll do whatever makes you comfortable, whether you want to be alone whether you want to talk.

But he’s happy you chose the second option, it makes him feel reliable and mature.

“Do you want me to do something? Do you want me to talk to your parents?” you chuckle. “No, just come here and let me stroke your hair.”

Okay… though it feels like you’re comforting him, not the other way around, he’s happy to oblige, so he lays his head on your lap and let you do as you wish.

And though it’s very relaxing, he’s not sleepy, he’s listening attentively to all your venting. “That really helped me, thank you…”

“Don’t mention it. Anything else I can do for you?” “Nah, I’m better now, thanks.”

“Are you suuuure?” he asks with a smirk, you sigh “Can you do your omurice for me?” yep, he knew this was coming.

So he did the omurice, and wrote “it gets better” with ketchup.

Jaehee

College is driving you nuts

She gave you some days off the cafe for you to focus on your studies, but you’re still very stressed out.

She could make you coffee, but this wouldn’t relax you, much the contraire…

So she sits next to you and your pile of books, and takes the one you’re reading from your hands, leading to a glaring protest from you.

“Before you say anything, just know you’ve been studying for four hours non-stop now, and I know very well how unhealthy this is. Come on, let’s take a break.”

She drags you to the kitchen, and your expression change in the minute you see what’s on the counter: CAKE!

“I made it myself. Hope you don’t think this is too sweet…” “There is no such thing as too sweet!” “Well, there is, you could end up in a sugar rush and…”

You hug her. Awww, she totally forgot her lecture about the dangers of sugar in excess.

So you two sit and eat the delicious cake while you vent a little, but you don’t want to keep talking about it, why not talk about the future? When this cake will be on the cafe menu?

“Are you sure it isn’t too sweet?” “I think it’s sweet enough, just like you.” Yep, she’s never getting to that sugar lecture.

Jumin

You argued with one of your best friends

He doesn’t really know what to say to make you feel better, doesn’t have good advice either.

But your gloominess is hurting him, even Elizabeth seems restless, missing her other owner’s patting.

And since he doesn’t really know what to say… he needs to find out what he can do.

So here he is with Elizabeth, she wants to know what she can do. At least that’s what he says.

You giggle imagining if he tried to do a high voice for her, and though he doesn’t know what he did, he’s happy to see you smile.

“Unfortunately, Elizabeth, this is a thing only humans can solve. But you can come here while Jumin stroke my hair?” Yep, will do.

So you’re laying on your back with Elizabeth on top of your tummy while your head rest in his lap, his fingers in your hair.

He listens patiently and attentively to your venting.

“Elizabeth thinks you’ll come through and find a solution, since you’re smart and amazing.” “Why doesn’t she tell me that herself?” you tease “Her throat is a little sore, her voice would sound odd for a lady.” You both laugh, but for different reasons, he’s just happy to hear you laughing.

Saeyoung

Your family’s dog is sick

And judging from how sleep deprived you’re getting because you’re so worried, you’ll end up sick too.

There’s nothing much you or him can do but wait. And this waiting is making you very anxious.

He’s so worried, it took him all this time to get a normal sleeping schedule, and now it’s your turn to get a messy one.

“Hey, why don’t we go for a ride?” he twirls the key of one of his babies in his hand. “I don’t know, what if the hospital calls while we’re on road? I’ll have no service!”

“Who said anything about going on road?” he asks with a playful grin. Oh lord, what is he thinking?

You go with him because you’re starting to feel curious, you two go inside the car and he proceed to start the car… but he doesn’t.

He just turns the radio on.“Saeyoung, what the hell?” “Shhh… that song is my jam! Isn’t it your jam, too, MC?” “Well, yeah, but…” “So let’s sing!”

And you two do the cheesiest duets ever, with him always doing the female singer verses and you doing the male ones.

After laughing a lot, you sigh. “Ready to talk about it?” he asks, and you nod. This balance between getting goofy and getting serious is one of the best things about him.

[mmtruooao]

•yeah I agree the bee industry is absolutely disgusting and awful, you should not support honey from big stores

• the low nutritional value of sugars they're fed lowers their immune system, as well as the stress from being transported frequently to pollinate crops

• the honeybees commonly used for homey are native to Europe, not to the Americas, so yeah I don't think I really support bringing them everywhere, but they can supplement environmental damage, as many native pollinators can't withstand the change here, and they've been present here for hundreds of years and haven't done much damage

• im not entirely opposed to it though like I support local honeybee keepers but you can't ignore that they're non-native

• if you're worried about native bee species, you can set up bee hotels, water stations, and plant native flowers which bloom at different times through the year

•the only way smokers are harmful to bees is that they use heat, which can burn them, and you should always check your smoker before waving it as bees to make sure there's actually smoke coming out instead of just hot air because it will make them sting you a ton

• smokers don't do any damage to bees, it basically frightens them into thinking there's a fire so they eat food and then they're sleepy because they ate a lot, and this has been studied, and its not harmful

• if you still think smokers are bad, misting is a common alternative, they have to sit in the sun for their wings to dry out before they can attack you

• the thing where we take semen from the bees is kinda... Kinder? Not worse than? The natural process, which is pretty fucking brutal. Every once in a while, the Queen goes on a mating flight in which she searches for a group of males, and they fly together, and they fuck. The males don't have stingers, their only job in life is to make semen, and they die after sex, similar to how use of the stinger of a female worker bee rips apart the abdomen, and usually there's a dozenish males that die in this process

• the queen does not otherwise ever leave the hive at all, unless the hive has grown too large and they're preparing to swarm (if youre raising bees and their population gets this large, you just split them)

• tbh I don't think the bees care that we're using their honey, they care that their hives are successful, and generally people do a good job of keeping them safe

• local beekeepers should only remove a small portion of honey over more hives, but it's perfectly safe because bees overproduce honey, and they're genuinely never going to use that much unless they're unable to produce for an extended period of time (like a year or multiple years)

• I've never heard of anyone killing their bees over winter, I'm sure it happens, but ima fucking stab them because that's bullshit and the entire point of beekeeping is that you can help bees

• I don't really care whether honey is good for me or not but I'm pretty sure it's better than soda and its so yummy and perfect for sore throats

• theres a variety of lots of things contributing to Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD), including stress from the honey industry, varroa mites, lack of genetic diversity (due to a LOW NUMBER OF QUEENS BEING BRED), pollution, pesticides, decline of flowers

Source: I'm in multiple beekeeping groups

http://www.foxleas.com/make-a-bee-hotel.asp

https://www.intelligentliving.co/make-bee-waterer-help-hydrate-pollinators/

www.google.com/amp/s/www.scienceabc.com/nature/how-does-smoke-affect-honey-bees.html%3fisamp=1

http://bees.stacieboschma.com/beekeeping/is-smoke-bad-for-bees/

http://ucanr.edu/blogs/blogcore/postdetail.cfm?postnum=13148

https://www.perfectbee.com/a-healthy-beehive/main-threats-to-bees/

Is honey vegan?

The short answer is no. Honey is an animal product and therefor not vegan.

Honey is made by bees for bees, and their health can be sacrificed when it is harvested by humans.

When farmers remove honey from a hive, they replace it with a sugar substitute which is significantly worse for the bees’ health since it lacks the essential micro-nutrients of honey.

Mass breeding of honeybees affects the populations of other competing nectar-foraging insects, including other bees. This is bad for our environment, contrary to what the honey industry wants us to believe.

When manipulating the bees, most beekeepers use a smoker to maintain control and to prevent some stings.

Besides that, bees are intelligent and sentient beings that experience pain, and they don’t deserve any pain inflicted upon them.

Large commercial operations may also take all the honey instead of leaving the 60 pounds or so that bees need to get through the winter. They steal their honey and then let them die.

Bees are enslaved, they weren’t made for people to use.

Bees don’t produce honey without a queen, so the beekeepers often order queens and artificially inseminate them by crushing a male bee to extract his semen. The wings of the bee get clipped off to prevent her from flying away. When the keeper wants to move a queen to a new colony, she is carried with “bodyguard” bees, all of whom—if they survive transport—will be killed by bees in the new colony.

In colder areas, if the keepers consider it too costly to keep the bees alive through the winter, they destroy the hives using cyanide gas.

Also, bees are often killed or have their wings and legs torn off by haphazard handling.

And remember that, even with local beekeepers, these bees are stripped from their freedom and are treated as slaves just to produce honey, which is then stolen from them.

Besides that, honey is not healthy as well. “When humans eat honey, it immediately begins to reabsorb moisture from the stomach and stomach flora. It destroys our symbiotic bacterial population wholesale. In humans, honey, more so than cane and beet sugar, is acid-forming and decalcifying. The body draws calcium from it’s teeth and bones, if necessary, to neutralize the acids introduced and formed. The manite acid of honey is a protoplasmic poison. It interacts with protein and from this, forms alcohol, ammonia and carbonic acid.”- Dr. T.C. Fry

While honey contains several very desirable sugars, these have been rendered toxic by the protective acids imparted to them by the bees. These acids are the bees’ preservatives. Humans do not have the enzymes to break these acids down, as have the bees, and must rob their bodies of vital base-forming minerals to neutralize the acids.

Honey is, therefore, neither a nutritious nor a safe food. Life Scientists should not use honey as a part of their diet.

Why honey isn’t vegan by VeganSociety

Is honey vegan? Healthy? Humane? By bite Size Vegan

[btsbloodtearssquees]

Study Buddy

When you’re too shy to tell them your feelings, you figure out some kind of excuse to be around them...

“Hey!” Quick footsteps clomped down the hallway as the person belonging to the voice made their way towards you. Both amused and uncertain, you watched classmate Park Jimin approach with an armload of books which nearly hid him completely. He panted for a moment on arrival. “How do you get out of class so fast?!”

Your mouth twisted into a smile. “I don’t have so much to carry.” His cheeks turned pink briefly before he recovered with a gentle flick of his head. It didn’t do anything to get the hair out of his eyes. “You should probably get a haircut,” you mused. “Probably.” He brought his knee up to help push the slipping books back into a comfortable position, before giving you a cute smile. “Umm… do you need a hand with those?” As if to prove his own capability, he straightened his back and lifted his chin slightly. “No, thank you.” Again with the smile. You glanced away, unable to not take his little gestures to heart. “I came to ask you for a favour, actually,” he spoke again but in a much smaller, shy voice. His head tucked down towards the ground but his eyes looked back up at you. “I haven’t been doing so well in my English class…” You blinked. Park Jimin, the popular guy who everyone had a crush on even if they weren’t in his lectures, was telling you that he was struggling with English? “So I wondered, well -” his hand itched to rub the back of his neck shyly but it was impossible with all of the books. “Because you’re really good, I thought maybe you could help me out… a little. If you have the time.” Your eyes widened a little too much, causing him to blush and look away again. “Well, I - yeah. What do -” you swallowed nervously. “What do you need help with? Well obviously English but I mean, like…” He smiled over your nervous rambling while you totally forgot everything that you learnt in English. “Mainly just structure and word endings and spelling.” “So most of it?” He laughed nervously and cleared his throat while shifting the books up higher. “Yeah…” “Okay,” you repeated again. “I’ll help. When…” your voice trailed off as you realised what he had actually asked. To meet with you. Maybe regularly. “I have a meeting to go to now but,” his eyes crinkled into a hopeful, self-conscious smile, “we could do it after that?” You nodded, giving him a wave and turning to get out of there as fast as you could. “Wait, could I have your number so I can text you when I’m done? And to find out where to go and stuff?” Giving him your number?! You took his phone and shakily added your contact into it. “Thanks,” Jimin said, face breaking into a giant grin. This time when you waved and turned - you walked away from him as fast as you could so that he couldn’t see how shaken you were.

------------- “How do you spell ‘regulation’?” Jimin leant back against the wall and put his arms up behind his head. You looked away at the sight of his pronounced muscles. “R e g, umm u e - wait no! No e, so it’s r e g u, l a… t i o n.” “Very good,” you praised. “How about ‘correspondent’?” He licked his lips in thought. You had gone over this word with him just a few minutes before. “C o r… r, e s, p o n d, a n t.” You smiled and shook your head gently. “It’s an e at the end.” “What!?” Jimin protested. “But it sounds more like ‘ant’!” “When it comes to English, don’t judge spelling based on sound.” He pulled at a few fluffs on your duvet then smoothed it back over. “English is dumb,” he muttered. “Yes it is, but it’s also important.” You smiled at his pout and then thought back over to the first tutoring session where he had explained that his family had only moved over from Korea when he was sixteen. For being only twenty now, he was actually a lot better at English than he thought. It was mainly the spelling and sometimes the pronunciation which tripped him up. “Do you want to go over this list again or do something else?” He stared at you in consideration before tilting his head back against the wall. “Let’s just have a break.” A little surprised as your sessions had only ever been an hour long and with no break, you shifted on your desk chair uncomfortably and fiddled with your notes. “Are you going to the party this weekend?” Jimin asked casually. Your posture stiffened as your thoughts considered why he would be asking. “No, probably not. I should probably study for my exams next week.” “Oh, yeah.” The air grew thick as you waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. “Your spelling is actually a lot better,” you complimented to break the silence. He lowered his arms to pull down his shirt. “It’s because I have a really good tutor.” “A tutor isn’t anything without a good student.” Your chest constricted when he responded with a flirtatious wink. Flustered, you stood up to go put your books away, but it was unnatural with his eyes on you the entire time. “How come your flatmate is never here?” “I’m fairly certain she’s always drunk.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Great. Hey, why are you cleaning during our break?”

“It's a break from your studying. I still have lots to do.”

He watched you flicking through some papers and tossing most into the rubbish.

“Do you ever relax and just have fun?”

“Of course,” you answered defensively, not wanting him to think of you as a nerd with no social life.

“Perhaps you should come to the party this weekend,” he said in a meek voice. “I'd look after you.”

Your heart beat quickened as you hid your face from him until your cheeks had cooled. Why did he have to play with your feelings like this?

“Yeah?”

You faced him in disbelief.

“You would spend your fun party with someone as awkward and boring as me?” The question came out less lightly than you had hoped. Jimin shrugged self-consciously.

“I don't find you boring.”

Flustered, you continued stacking your papers.

“Let's continue studying,” Jimin urged, clearing his throat awkwardly.

You agreed and retook your position on the chair in front of him. It was two hours later and you were still together. The air had changed and now you were both on the bed, doubled over in hysterics due to Jimin's ridiculous pronunciation. You couldn't help but laugh harder at how cute his laugh was.

“That is horrendous!” You chided his deliberate failure.

“Horrendous,” he mocked your accent in response, but it was awful. You fell into laughter again.

“Park Jimin, I - can't -”

“Horrendous,” he tried again. Somehow he had gotten worse.

“Stop!” You begged between laughing. “I can't breathe!”

He went to poke your aching cheeks but fell over in his own amusement. You fell back too; exhausted from the long episode. Eventually the giggling subsided and you realised just how tired you were.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He licked his lips and turned his head towards yours as you did the same. A sense of shyness and nerves came over you as you realised you were mere centimeters apart. He noticed it too.

“Will you -”

You watched his cheeks grow more pink by the second.

“- say horrendous again?”

The mood was broken and you shook into laughter again. Jimin giggled beside you.

It was well into the morning by the time you came to your senses. Stirring ever so slightly, you suddenly noticed a warm presence wrapped around you. It was comfortable. Still sleepy, you tucked into it more.

It wasn't until the warm thing groaned tiredly that your eyes shot open. Looking up slowly, your heart lurched as you saw Jimin's sleeping face bent down over yours. His arms were tight around your middle; one hand gently in your hair. Your legs were intertwined.

How on earth had you two fallen asleep and ended up like this?!

Jimin began to stir, sensing your unease. You watched as his eyes slowly squinted open. Once he had fully registered the situation, he sat up very quickly and promptly whacked his head on the bunk bed above.

“Aohh…” he rubbed the sore spot, stunned.

“Are you okay?” You sat up also.

“Yeah, I'm…” he looked at you in confusion and embarrassment.

“You're…?”

Jimin swallowed and used his teeth to play with his bottom lip. Neither of you were brave enough to address the situation directly.

“Thanks for the lesson,” he mumbled, going to clamber off the bed before he realised that required clambering over you. “I, uh -” he ruffled up his hair.

Humiliated, you moved to allow him to escape; feeling confused by the mix of embarrassment and disappointment. Jimin waved on his way out the door, seeming relieved to get out. You were sinking down into a mix of emotion just as the door reopened only a few moments later. He shut it behind him politely and stood with his back against it, hands still on the doorknob.

“I don't have any classes today,” he rushed out breathlessly. “We could have breakfast together, but only if you like… I mean you probably want to study or you have your real friends to eat with, and you won't want to be stuck with me but, I just wanted to let you know…”

A small smile spread across your lips, masking the butterflies you truly felt. He seemed to be mentally cursing himself over his awful speech.

“Okay. Just… let me get into something else…”

He stared at you with a dumbfounded expression for a moment before spurring into sudden action.

“Oh! Right… I'll just be outside.”

You smiled and then shivered in happy anticipation once he had left, beginning to pull out something suitable to wear. It was difficult, but you had to be quick with him waiting outside. Slipping into some mini jean shorts, a floaty floral three quarter length shirt, and some strappy sandals, you quickly ran a brush through your hair and then dragged yourself out the door. Jimin straightened from the wall as he took you in.

“Oh, uh,” he ruffled his hair again with a small smile. “You look really pretty.”

“Thanks,” you managed back breathlessly.

He swallowed and then held out his arm. You linked it with yours.

“And what does my tutor like to eat for breakfast?”

Feeling unusually confident with Jimin beside you, you didn't hesitate to answer.

“Pancakes!”

“Ahhh, a sweet tooth,” he observed with a teasing voice. “It suits you.” “Really?”

“Hmm.”

You looked at each other, ducking away in shy smiles. Just before you reached the outside door, Jimin's hand slipped down into yours; clutching it both gently and firmly. You looked at him as the butterflies increased. He pushed open the door and led you outside.

“There's so much to learn about you. Perhaps we can both skip the party and… do something else?”

You looked away shyly again, unused to so much attention from anyone, let alone the handsome Park Jimin.

“Okay,” you agreed again, earning a beaming smile from him. “Let's go find some pancakes, then,” he announced; walking so close that sometimes you would bump into each other. ----------------- Just a cute little scenario I wrote a little while ago ;). -Dolceice