#i miss you toooo

[namsoek]

hi, i miss you <3

aahhhh juliaa dont make me cry

[save-the-villainous-cat]

kiss me, beautiful.

I miss you so much

mmmmwuah mwuah mmmmwuah

[xoxytoxinx]

Oxy. I miss you and Rinny.

We’re smuggling all the moots in Rinnys garage don’t worry

[kithtaehyung]

YESSSS the acts of service side of him goes hard in the paint every single time😭 and… peeling fruit… the kitchen… I just🥺🍊 god I adore them.

SUGA SUGA HOW YOU GET SO FLYYY💀

would u? (3tan717) | myg

3tan717 drabble #1: would u? pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | 3tan717 rating/genre: pg (18+) ; fluff ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: you see a certain fruit-centered trend online.. and decide to test it on yoongi note: i am so so so sorry this is out on the very last day of feb but things have been absolute bananas lately! tbh i’m surprised this is even getting posted on time and i have even more to do after this is shared but eff it shibal!!! note 2: as promised, this is dedicated to the people that submitted the answers i’m using for this drabble: anon, grapes / @yoongrace, and apryl @aprylynn for this idea hehehe! also i literally just finished this so it's legit unedited so i'm sry for any mistakes! off to go prep for events now! warnings: 3tan yoongi as always, working yoongi??, kitchen, period cramps suck but yoongi to the mf rescue drop date: feb 29th, 2024, 10:03pm est word count: 2.3k

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Ugh. 

Why does this have to happen every fucking month. Why can’t it happen every three? Or six? Or never ever ever? 

Groaning, you roll over, burying your face into the pillow on Yoongi’s side. 

To some degree, you feel placated, probably due to his scent still lingering next to your dismay. He had to get up early to finish a track, but he assured you can be in the room. 

You can hear a little bit of what he’s working on as it bleeds through his headphones, and even just this sliver of sound gives you chills. Not just because of what it sounds like, but the sole fact that Yoongi’s letting you even listen in the first place. 

Huffing out a bit of amusement, you remember the last time Yoongi let you stay while he worked—albeit at his place while he went to the studio. 

Damn, how much you’ve grown since then. All those memories, those quiet times and tumultuous times, everything leading up to now. How time has molded you with knowing hands. 

However, no matter how much has changed all these months, some things have not wavered, like the fact that you needed to be sure he was okay with it—and his answer making you absurdly shy. 

Did he really have to say that you’re either staying or he’s gonna leave? That scheming motherfucker! 

Some drum beats hit your cheek before you realize the menace himself is playing multiple different ones. It’s only a couple hits before he moves onto the next, and you’re about to lift your hea—

“Fuck, where the hell is that kick?” 

Your laugh is stifled by cotton. As tickled as you are to hear Yoongi like this, you don’t wanna do anything to distract him. 

But by doing so, that causes your body to tighten and fuck, it hurts. It hurts to move, it hurts to laugh, it hurts to just exist. God, you want him to come back and join you so bad, but you don’t wanna be that person. 

…Yet. Maybe if it gets so bad you can’t even sleep? 

“Found you! Fucking finally. Thought you could hide from me, huh?” 

Oh, fucking hell, he’s adorable. 

Yeah, there’s no way you’re making him drop everything right now. This is too precious of an afternoon to stop. 

Exhaling a mile long breath, you fight through your pain and feel for your phone, groaning as you shift yourself. When in position under sheets and warm sunlight, you cycle through apps as a distraction. 

Scrolling. Scrolling. Smiling at some animal videos a bit before scrolling again. 

After all of five minutes, you start to see a trend on your feed, and suddenly get the idea to try it on Yoongi. It’s simple and harmless, right? 

You [3:30pm]: would u peel an orange for me 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, and you lift your head slightly to see if he looks at his phone. 

When he does, he checks it really quick before setting it back down on his desk, back to clicking on his screen. 

Ah. Damn. He must really be in the zone because… 

Uhh. 

Blinking, you watch as Yoongi rolls his chair out to get up, setting his glasses down and heading out of the room with a light swing of his chains. 

Uh. What just happened? Did you upset him? You’re so stunned that his swift exit has you wanting to get up and follow him.  

But ow. Ouch. It’s maddening how much your cramps are getting to you. 

Bearing the punches to your gut, you start sliding out of the bed, straining and sucking in sharp breaths just to stand and pull Yoongi’s comforter over your tension. 

Padding out the bedroom, your worries make your steps tiny and heavy, and you regret sending that text because you literally just said you weren’t… gonna…

On the dining table—quiet—lie three tangerines, peeled and placed next to vibrant scraps while your lover peels a fourth with diligent, devoted hands. 

And you can’t even form words that match how you feel. 

Your vision swims right as Yoongi looks your way, his body stilling before he puts the fruit down. 

When he approaches with concern, you answer his silent questions through hiccups, “I—I thought you left cus—you were mad.” 

“Huh?” 

“I don’t even know,” you swallow, gesturing to all of your lower half and feeling him hold the slipping blanket. “It’s just… this, I guess.”

“Does it hurt?” 

“Like a motherfucker.” 

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, doll. Hold up.” Handing you the comforter, Yoongi goes to his cabinets in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of medicine before walking it over. “You gotta take something as soon as you feel it. Don’t let it get this bad.”

“I know,” you groan, resting your head on his shirt and inhaling his healing presence. “I didn’t wanna bother you.” 

Your forehead is kissed. “You’re not bothering me. Especially with something like this.” 

“Okay.” 

He walks away again to grab some water, and you watch as he pours some into an electric kettle before starting it up. 

Glancing back at the fruit, you sigh, clutching the bottle of pills while feeling the weight of his comforter. He’s probably not pleased with the way it might drag on the ground, so you gather it and pick the end chair to sit on. 

And then you sigh, “Sorry for making you peel those. I didn’t even plan on eating anything.”  

“Too bad. You’re gonna eat what I make you anyway.” 

Wait, he’s cooking? He has work to do! “You’re working, though. Don’t worry about me right now.” 

“It’ll be quick.” 

“What are you making?” 

A glass bowl and pan are procured from random places before Yoongi blinks in place. “Uhh.. You’ll see.” 

As he clunks them onto his counter and stove, you watch with hearts for eyes as he bustles around the kitchen space. Even doing things as simple as washing his hands, opening his fridge, and simply grabbing a knife gives you pause. 

And this is when you realize that you can watch Yoongi do absolutely anything and be amazed. 

Even when he stands, watching you with a look that’s wait why doesn’t he look—

“Take the medicine, baby girl.” 

Oh. 

Snapping out of your trance, you nod. “Sorry.” 

Yoongi continues to give you glances until you swallow down the painkillers, satisfied enough to continue his cooking venture when you take the second one. 

As the sun paints the apartment in marigold and light, you keep watching with a smile as he brings the kitchen to life. Butter sizzles in a pan, tangerines are getting halved on a board, and something is getting mixed with a whisk. 

Who knew that the neighborhood fuckboy would have a whisk on hand? Not the younger you, that’s for damn sure. 

But here Yoongi is, in the flesh, whisking away with veiny forearms that have you thinking the most absurd thoughts during this time of the month. The only thing that would cut through the raging horniness would be getting up to see what the hell he’s making. 

It’s starting to smell familiar though. But he put the tangerines in the pan so you don’t even know what to expect right now. 

Walking up—blanket left behind—you observe the kitchen before peering over his broad shoulder. “Mm.. Smells like pancakes.” 

Yoongi doesn’t answer, but when you see the consistency of the batter, you realize you’re correct. “Oh, it is! I’m smart.” 

“You are,” he laughs. “But you didn’t get it all the way right.” 

“No?” 

“Nope.” Yoongi then gently gets you to move before he pours the batter over the slices, and you crane your neck to watch as he evens it all out. “Just one tangerine pancake.”

“Oh, okay,” you scoff, earning a laugh at your side. “Whatever, chef.” 

“We’ll see what you say in a bit.” 

Is he gonna leave it or flip it? Probably the latter. 

“K. Gonna flip that once it’s done.” 

Nice. You smile to yourself, loving how you’re starting to really be on the same page. Nudging him, you keep watching as he lowers the heat and sets the lid on the pan. “What now?” 

“We wait,” he responds, dusting his hands together before cleaning up his mixing bowl. “And I’m gonna see if we have any sugar.”

Damn it, Yoongi cannot keep saying that two-letter word. It’s starting to be detrimental to your health. “I can help.” 

“S’ok,” he assures, nose upturned. “Just watch me work.” 

“Oh, I’m very good at doing that.” 

At this, Yoongi turns and gives you a smile that immediately reminds you of summer, and you almost feel like crying again. 

“I’ve actually never tried this, but. We’ll see if this works.” 

With nothing snarky, or teasing, or fake to say, you reply with a smile and a genuine, “I’m sure it will.” 

When he keeps staring, his eyes lower to your lips, and you don’t care that you probably look like a wreck, or feel like one. Because the way he’s looking at you now makes you glow. 

If only the kettle didn’t decide this was the moment to stop boiling. 

You were probably about to get the kiss of your life. 

But Yoongi halts in his tracks before shifting to get a mug, setting it down with a thud before checking on the pancakes. Pancake. Whatever that delicious-smelling thing is gonna be. 

“There’s some tea packets in that right drawer. Help yourself cus I’d rather you pick.” 

Chuckling, you oblige before scooting over. After seeing a small jar of granules on the counter, you start rummaging through the drawer, exploring the various options while hearing the sound of a plate behind you. 

Ah, Yoongi’s flipping it. 

As you turn, you’re just in time to watch the muscles in his back protrude through his shirt as he flips the pan, impressed as he sets the plate down because holy hell that looks great. 

“Sugar, sugar, sugar… Suga, suga, suga.” 

Laughing, you interrupt his silly search as you grab the jar you just saw. “Suga suga, how you get so fly?”

Yoongi stops to see what’s in your hand, and he huffs through a grin before grabbing it. “Thanks, doll.” 

You keep humming the song that’s now wedged into your head as you watch him sprinkle bits on the pancake. 

“I don’t have a blowtorch,” he admits, “But I do have this.” 

Rolling out a drawer, Yoongi takes out a long lighter before holding it to the sugary top, humming the same song you were just singing without even knowing it. As the sugar slowly but surely heats, you both keep humming and basking in a calm afternoon. 

And you don’t even feel the pain anymore. 

“Go ahead and sit, babe.” 

“You sure?” 

“Uh huh.” 

Following instructions, you make your way to the table, cocooning yourself in his comforter again as you await the cutest meal you’ve had in weeks. Months. Lifetimes. 

Speaking of lifetimes… You hope every version of you meets every version of him. No matter when. No matter where. Because you want every version of yourself to find happiness, and Yoongi has been the one to help you finally find it. 

And he certainly passed whatever the hell this orange theory thing was supposed to be. 

Plates are set down to break you out of introspection, and you glance up with eyes sparkling. 

When Yoongi raises a brow, you just smile. When he asks what’s gotten into you, a chuckle escapes before you shake your head, 

“Nothing, baby. Just didn’t expect all this from that text.” 

As he plops into the next chair, you love the way the sun settles on his skin. Highlights his hair. Shimmers in his eyes. 

“Don’t even need to ask, babe.” He captures your attention with a calm look. “I was waiting for any distractions anyways.” 

So this was for him, too? Good. 

Grabbing your fork, you giggle. “Sounded like you were having a little trouble over there.” 

“I was! This is what I get for not saving my shit.” 

Both of you sit back in laugher as you throw your hands out. “Do that!” 

“I’m lazy!” 

“Tough shit!” 

“I know!” 

Grinning, you loll your head before waving your fork out. “You’re gonna save those sounds, and you’re gonna remember this day and thank me.” 

Yoongi just tightens his lips in a smile, eyes creased and glimmering. “Maybe.” 

“Yes. I’ll stand there and watch you until you do it.” 

"Really.."

For the rest of the afternoon—with full bellies and clear minds—you rest on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, forcing him to find the files he needs and watching him groan his way through saving everything. 

Constantly laughing at the ridiculously random names he’s assigning them.

When he’s done, you watch as he spins around in his chair, heart thumping with anticipation as you’re met with a waiting pair of eyes.

Breathtaking. 

When he leans in, you feel incredibly shy. Always, always, always. This will forever remain the same.

And—just as well—Yoongi's kisses will forever taste like tangerines. 

Three of them, to be exact. 

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fin. :)

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how did the first 717 drabble go! | join the discord hehe

a/n: nothing much to say other than i love y'all so much! i will try responding to anything when i can (there's literally still all the 3tan12 feedback to get to) but i do read all the commentary sent in and it keeps me going strong :'))) so thank you again for being here and being amazingly patient with me. off to work on more things but i shall be back once the wild weeks are over!

a/n 2: suga suga how you get so flyyyy hahaha

[chiquilines]

Yes i know i JUST said I'd be less active but ive been wanting to draw this for actual months. Live love momojirou <3

[raindropsofloev]

Accha chalta hoon

Duaaon mein yaad rakhna

Mere zikr ka zubaan pe swaad rakhna

Dil ke sandookon mein

Mere acche kaam rakhna

Chitthi taaron mein bhi

Mera tu salaam rakhna

(I need all the updates on dc bhaiyaaa and I'll miss aapke aashiq posts)

behen yeh itna emotional gaana gaane ki kya zarurat thi mujhe sahi mein acha nahi lag rha hai ab 🙃

but still tera jaana zaruri bhi haiii toh ACHEE SE PADHNA PLEAASSEEEEE

[raycatz]

I've been wondering for awhile, but are you making your account as a sort of lu archive?

In a way! It would be cool to have that as a goal but it just wouldn't be possible. There's way too much content for me to keep track of. That said! I do want to grab a lot of the older / current art that I love. (so more like a curated collection?)

I've noticed that as people drift from the fandom (or after fandom discourse) that things go missing or are deleted ;-; I think it's such a shame!

I was shy about interacting when I was new in the fandom and so didn't reblog a lot of the art that I admired the most. Some of it cannot be found, or is very difficult to find now. I kinda regret not interacting more. I wish I had been more vocal about my appreciation then.

Anyways! I got real worried about more art vanishing earlier this year and just started queuing older posts I missed. (I'm more scrupleless now. But,, a part of me still worries that it will bother the artists, especially given past fandom drama being the reason why a decent number of people have moved on or deleted work. I don't want to remind anyone of it and accidentally cause for art to be deleted. But I adore a lot of those works and want to save them in some way- or finally share those excited thoughts I had. so anyways...) Also, there's just a bunch of cool stuff to share! The queue has like,, 272 posts rn omfg.

I've also gone back and added character tags to my LU reblogs, as well as other tags, to make them easier to find.

[girlivealwaysbean]

i miss you. it's called runny nose btw

RIGHT omg what would i do without you 🥺 i stood in line for 2 hours for a 1 minute ropeway btw

[tillman]

if one was considering getting into guilty gear... where should they start? cuz i know absolutely nothing about it but the character designs and your posts about it compel me....

HEHE. and errr. see it has the issue of being a 25 year old series with so much Different media its hard.... id say just start at the beginning and work ur way up cus thats how i like to get into stuff. if you want like a chronological beginning , there is a book. Guilty Gear Begin. that like is the Start. honestly u can also probably just pick a character u like the vibe of the most and just find whatever u can about them its very . Getting into arthuriana like that. im sure someone else can give u a better like actual list im Very bad at this. i can give u PDFS and . FULL GAME ARCADE MODE COMPILATIONS ON YOUTUBE though. not much else. you should read Guilty Gear Begin though because my good dear pal 7oby @solradguy translated it and it and he are very awesome.

[cringefailgirlfriendjohnnycage]

It was so so fun.

@cringefailgirlfriendjohnnycage and i found an mk machine today that had the first 3 games on it and they beat me every time guys i was absolutely terrible

[amphitriteswife]

happy Valentine’s Day!!! thank u for making 2023 and 2024 tolerable I look forward to talking to u everyday every second and hour your like a Angel sent from heaven like istg no one is as real,loyal,graceful,intelligent,strong and amazing as you! you inspire me to continue doing what I love and I goddamm love you for that! I hope you have the best Valentine’s Day ever cause w u everyday is Valentine’s Day consdering how much love ya show me everyday thank you genuinely for being amazing and continue that way mwah!

ONG PANIII YOUR SO SWEET AND AMBITIOUS AND SMART AND LOYAL AND STRONG AND CARING AND LOVING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WISH YOU A HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TOO.

You also inspired me to make a lot more of amphy content and actually continuo writing, for most if the time i just lurked around not writing anything. But when i went to the amphy hashtag the only blog i could find was you, you inspired me to actually make my own version of amphy. Looking back at it, when i didn’t have an account yet I always usually visited your blog. It has humor and depth to it unlike some others who are just there for the boombayah (no hate) I always wondered why you were so underrated so now that I do have an account i wish to support you in any and every way

[romanticlcver]

continued from here! @starlingisms

Farah is convinced that this date is going to be the one that leads to a life of happy ever after for Ashley. She's always been disgustingly optimistic and this moment is no exception. The smile on her face is bright, beaming, though it seems to fade once her friend starts speaking. By the time she's three words Farah is looking shocked and mortified instead, mouth popped open in surprise. "Oh no!" Something had clearly gone wrong. "I'm so sorry. I really thought..." She sighs, shaking her head. it doesn't matter what she thought, what matters is what had actually happened. "It's completely okay. Just...tell me everything." She gives her an empathetic frown, wanting to hold space for her friend to vent.

[broodygaming]

I really wish there was a better way to take screengrabs, idk maybe there is haha. But Flu's outfit SUPER vibed with the doors to the cemetery. Like, hot damn.

[unhinged-waterlilly]

Now she wasn't sure this was the 'great' Kronos after all. And why the hell was he looking at her like that? Y-yeah?? You are Kronos-right-? It would be really embarrassing if she had just shot at a random man standing in a field.

Open Starter - Meeting Kronos

You were running. There was something chasing you and you were running. You had been separated from your quest-mates and you did not know if they were alive or dead, but you were still running. Regrouping. Trying not to think of all the things you've lost on this quest you never asked for, and you are running.

You burst into an open field, the vines declaring the boundary nearly tripping you but you kept running. You are crying, but you kept running. There is nothing in your sights, but you keep running. And running. And running.

A root trips you up and you are terrified. You look behind you to see if you will die tonight, but there is nothing. Just sights of grain. You take a deep breath, dust off your knees, and wobble your way up again. The plain is still vast, but you see someone standing between the fields, tall and not noticing you. You want to think it's nothing, but you've gone too long and too far just to give up now. A close look makes your breath hitch as you stare at the form of your history books. Kronos, Tyrant of the Titans and Once-King of the Cosmos stood before you. A man who killed a primordial--a man only defeated by the greats before.

He feels something staring at him and he turns around. What do you do?

@vicious-daughter-of-zeus @aura-of-the-winds @least-favorite-hades-kid @littlest-sunbeam-of-hermes @sophia-hunter-of-artemis. Tagging the people I've interacted with various blogs before just because idk how else to get out there/do this 🤷‍♂️. Please tell me if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!

[spifaling]

HHHHH I MISS U WILLOW :((((((( IVE BEEN SO BUSY SOBS

OMGGG RAEEEE ITS YOUUUUU

[s-c-l-n]

truely the difference between tumblr centric and tiktok centric percy jackson fans needs to be STUDIED