#i was like she will just give her a min it was a big adjustment for you both!!

[lovedeluxe92]

my client was in the hospital for like a few days. and today i was feeding her and she began crying bc her cat wouldn’t come to her. just full on sobbing. i just held her for a min then put the cat in her lap and now her cats being friendly again. man that broke my heart for a min <\3

[seventhcallisto]

WIDER. ot8

In which the ninth member of ateez tries a few different things with her boyfriends... VERY NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Hiii todays my 21st birthday nd I was wondering if I can get the nastiest smut u got for ot8 or just any member please —asked @bratty-tingz

Hi birthday pookie! Nasty 0t8 just for you !!

Content: ot8 bf!ateez x afab!reader (she/her pronouns/nns) anal(f!rec), double penetration, mentioned at triple, lots and lots of cum, unprotected sex (not sponsored) there's a lot, read at ur own risk.

"Just like that baby" you squirm "s too much min-" he scoffs, lightly, teasingly, tensing his hands around your cheeks to keep your spread open, a strangled groan emitting from his throat. "Come on, you can handle it, you've taken it before sweet girl" seonghwa murmurs, using his knees to spread your thighs wider on mingis lap. "It's just one gorgeous, how're gonna take another cock if you can't even handle one baby?" Hongjoong coos, swiping the sweat from your forehead. You pout, coming up to interlace your hands sweetly with his over your cheek.

Mingi bottoms out with your hips slinking down on him, his thigh twitching under the weight of your body on his. A shudder gasp wracks his lungs, your face scrunching at the stretch. God, truly, you didn't know if you could take another.

With a few seconds to adjust, the bed is dipping behind you, San kissing your shoulder gently the minute he feels your skin against his. His tip pressed against your already filled hole. "San! Wait! Please, s'can't" you shuddered, mingi was already big enough to take up the entirety of your cunt. Leaving you full, but to have san pressing into the same hole, with his lubed up dick trying to slip in. You were really doubting the fit. "Just let it happen, sweet girl," the same man presses kisses to your shoulder, nipping softly. His hands encase your waist. You shudder on mingis thighs, clenching every so often as san tries to line himself up again.

Mingi pats your bum, spreading you further so san can see where he's working. "y'squeezing love, please relax or m gonna- fuck" The minute you feel san go to press in again, you drop your head down on mingis own wide shoulder. "she's right. Why's your dick gotta be so big, mingi? Fucking hell" san groans at the squeeze of the tight ring of your cunt, completely stretched out from earlier endeavors but still holding mingi in the tightest of suctioned grips. Mingi gently lifts you by your hips, easing out an inch. "B-Better?" The pink haired member tuts, looking behind at san. San nods mindlessly, the added space helping him to slot his cock farther in a few more inches. You whimper, jolting from the sensation of two of them inside you.

San squeezes your waist so you can't move. "Just like that sweetheart," seonghwa speaks up, "look at how stuffed you are, taking them so well" he reaches for your palm against mingis chest, placing it over the bulge on your stomach. Your eyes swing open the minute a rough hand grabs your chin, tilting you to look down at yourself. "He said look." Mingi hisses. Throbbing from inside your walls, his lip under his teeth. Eyes slotted over your face to watch your eyes widen. It's ridiculous. You could hardly comprehend how much space they've taken up on your insides. San continues his assault on your neck, bruising hickeys into your skin.

Mingis hips jolt up, sending himself all the way in, and slipping san further with him. You moan, biting his shoulder from the movement. Sans groan meets your ear, his breath fanning against your neck.

"mingi, ah- shit- give her a second"

Your cunt continuously squeezing around the two of them has mingi breathing heavy, even when San scoots himself to sheath himself all the way inside your hot walls. Mingi stutters, his eyes clenching shut.

"Fuck I can't do it, I'm going crazy here" he whimpers from above you. He might feel terrible later, but the added stimulus from sans cock throbbing against his own has his hips moving on their own, rutting his dick up against your walls and the other hard length propped against his own. It's a feeling that has mingis core vibrating, building up his orgasm quicker than he can ever proudly admit. "Fuck! Fuck! fine!" San leans back, timing his thrusts up with mingi so you're lulled between the two of them. His heavy palms firm on your hips to hold you down to them. His dark eyes watch you suck the both of them in, bent over mingi so you can rest with your head against his shoulder. You whimper every time they slip just the tiniest bit out, gasping just as loudly when they both bottom in.

Seonghwa groans from next to you. You could hear the audible click of hongjoongs tongue when he watches his other members begin to lose it. "Guess you'll have to wait your turn now," he murmurs to seonghwa, slotting himself against your hip on the other side, opposite seonghwa. He palms the bulge on your stomach, admiring the way it moves when the two members behind you bottom inside. His fingers begin trailing down to your clit, stimulating it with small circles. You twitch against mingis shoulder, grasping hongjoongs hand in yours. "Please- please wait-" you spasm in his hold, throwing your hip away and back into sans thrusts. Hongjoong chuckles. Resisting the way you pull at his hand.

His assault on your clit begins the minute san speads up his thrusts, pushing and pulling you back onto mingi and him. Mingi-, who just so happens to not be doing the work. His head thrown back against the headboard, and his eyes clenched shut. San snaps him out of it, unlatching one of his hands to trail up mingis chest and squeeze his pink nipple between his fingertips. From the pinch, mingi shoots up and smacks his hand away, hissing at the pain.

"Mingi, you better move or I'm pulling her off you and fucking her myself"

Mingi groans, his eyebrows pull taunt. He leans up to swallow your moans with his own, rolling his hips in time with san, sloppy and uncoordinated. But he's trying, even when he keeps twitching inside you the moment he feels you pulse from hongjoong simply rubbing your clit. "Look at that baby, you got mingi about to cum just from having him inside and seonghwa so desperate for you" hongjoong teases, his tone heavy as he leans on your shoulder. Seonghwa has slotted himself against the bed, working his thighs open and jerking himself off to the best of his ability. His thighs shake just out of view. His dark eyes lidded from the way he stares at the scene.

"It's all for you"

Your nth orgasms of the night starts the moment hongjoong stops talking, drawing you over the edge with quicker circles across your swollen bud. You shiver and shake in their grasp, trying and failing to leave the assault on your clit. Mingi unlatches himself from your lips, trailing his head down to bit and suck on your collarbone, leaving more marks anywhere he can get his teeth. You completely go limp, clawing at hongjoongs fingers on your now overstimulated nub. "Please! Joong fuck!- it's too much!" You whimper loudly, pulling away from his continuous movement and falling back into San. The dark-haired male chuckles against your back, plowing himself back in with mingi every time he thrusts. His hand placed firm on your shoulder to pull you down on his every thrust.

"Cumming-" mingi chokes before he's spilling his seed, painting your walls with his cum. He tenses up, leaning onto his palm so he can thrust the rest of himself up and into you. Drawing his orgasm on with yours. You tremble in their grips, hongjoong swirling your attacked clit with his pretty fingers. San slows his thrusts the minute he feels mingis cum leaking around him. "That's it- oh fuck" he groans loudly when he shoots his own load, digging himself as deep as possible inside you.

His thrusts slow to lazy rolls, hongjoong removing his fingers the minute he sees san cum.

You fall over mingi, heaving into his chest, shuddering every second. San is the first to pull out, pushing against mingis heavy palms to spread your cheeks wider. His cum and mingis cascading out of your ruined cunt. "Keep it all in there," he trails off, scooping it back into your cunt. You squeeze around mingi, the same member hissing, attempting to pull himself out of you the longer he softens inside.

"m gonna get you a towel babe, just- give me a minute," mingi heaves quietly, patting your ass. "Hyung?" San trails off from behind you, you glance to the eldest, stripped down to his comfy black slacks, his arm is thrown over his eyes, his chest glistening with sweat.

His cock- still hard- bobs against his stomach when he breathes roughly. Jerking his cock must not have worked, cause the guy is dying, audibly whimpering the longer you all stare. When mingi pulls out, he hands you off to hongjoong, the older member kissing your sweaty hairline, lifting you so he can crawl on his knees over to seonghwa.

San and mingi are both heaving on the bed, digging themselves into the mattress side by side, attempting to gain their strength.

He lowers you on the eldest members' lap, cum soaked cunt pressing down on his rock hard dick. Seonghwa moving his arms to hold you, bringing you down into his sloppy kiss. He whimpers in your grasp, slobbering into your mouth messily. Hongjoong lines his tip to your back end, circling his tip against your anus.

The sensation has you jolting, moaning into the eldest members' mouths. Seonghwa pulls off you with a string attached, passing his cock over your folds. His black hair falls in waves over his sweaty face, eyes lidded and lips tainted red from all of the kissing and biting. His eyes slowly cascading down your body to watch himself pass over your clit, his hand holding the base of his longer cock, his other one gripping your thigh.

You twitch at every slick pass of his cockhead, easing back down when hongjoong holds your hips.

"Is wooyoung back?"

The front door slams open, causing the five of you on the bed to jolt. Wooyoungs shouting, the crinkled sound of a bag in his hand. The rest of the members followed behind him quietly through the door.

"I got the lube!"

He couldn't be any louder, his heavy feet stomping his way into your shared bedroom. He scoffs at the sight, pouting into his words. He wiggles the bag in his palm. "That's so not fair! I called dibs!" The younger member points an accusing finger at the leader, whining into his words. Hongjoong smirks in reply, slotting forward to steal the bag from wooyoungs grasp.

The younger gasps loudly. "And put some pants on!" He shoves sans legs out of the way to crawl the rest of the way on the bed, stealing your breath away from seonghwa so he can suck your lips into his. His cold palms meet your breasts, squeezing harshly. You moan in pain, swallowed by his tongue prodding around your mouth and greedily eating you up. San kicks his hip as an act of revenge for pushing him out of the way. Pushing himself up to follow in mingis footsteps, dressing their lower halves to step out of the bedroom.

The younger guy's kiss breaks cause of the kick. Wooyoung isn't deterred. He immediately slots himself forward, biting the skin under your ear. The pop of a lid catches your attention, turning from the eager, dark-haired man.

Hongjoong kisses your shoulder the minute he sees your face turn towards him, his hand rubbing the sticky lube between his fingers. Seonghwas hands hold your hips and push you down so he can slot himself inside you. No warning is needed. It's not like you aren't already pretty lubed up as it is. His long nimble dick reaching the depth of you the second he bottoms out, his head thrown back in bliss and mouth ajar.

Gosh, your boyfriends are so pretty.

Hongjoongs fingers slotted to your behind, taking the mounds and slipping his fingers down to your second hole. Wooyoung watches, eyes lidded and breath heavy from his tongue. Despite your best efforts, you're squeezing seonghwa. His breath gets caught in his throat every time, eyes fluttering, he's doing his best to hold back, even as hongjoong preps your ass to take him. His nimble fingers scissor your tight hole open, the stretch is different back there, a lot less proper compared to your pussy which he spends hours on. You grind back down on them, the difference causing you to feel light headed.

"You like that?" Hongjoong teases with a hum, burying his fingers to the hilt inside you. "Like your pretty ass being full of fingers? Our dirty girl," his tongue clicks, fingers pulling out quickly. Your face overheats at the embarrassing whine you let slip. The rhythm is gone, and so is the feeling. You sigh against seonghwas chest, hands propped up on either side of his head. Seonghwas face is blissed out, his mouth pulled open the longer he has to wait, his eyes scrunched. Cockwarming him as he waits for hongjoong to finish. He doesn't have to wait long, the tip of hongjoongs cock pressing into your other hole.

"Will it fit?" You whisper to the man behind you, grabbing his hand on your waist. He hums, teasing the head of his cock in. "I'll make it fit, baby." He bends down to kiss your shoulder, glancing at wooyoung. "Don't do what I'm about to do" wooyoungs face scrunches at the captains words.

Hongjoong bottoms out with one harsh thrust forward, his length pushing all the way to the hilt. Your moan is ungodly, louder than ever intended. You tremble above seonghwa, who moans quietly, trembling just as much as you are. "Ah- shit, That felt so good," he admits, dragging your down farther onto his cock. The thin barrier pushing his and hongjoong together.

Hongjoong starts his pace, drawing himself all the way out to slam back into you, plunging your insides thoroughly. You meet his thrusts the best you can, easing yourself around seonghwas upward spiral, his hips swirling to meet yours every time hongjoong bottoms out. "s'soso good sweet girl, keep doing that- mm" seonghwa mutters, lost in his own bliss.

The feeling of the two of them scrapping your insides has you drooling. Eyes clenching harshly. A pair of hands grabs your face, and the sound of a zipper drops. Wooyoungs pretty cock stands hard and erect in front of you, tip leaking with beads of cum, his face looks tortured, his hand sliding up and down his shaft slowly.

You take him in your hands, cutting off his words without a thought. Every time hongjoong and seonghwa thrust into you, you lose your train of thought. Deciding to just take wooyoung on your tongue, you plant his firm cock all the way in your mouth. His whimper is loud, louder than the two men plowing into you. Like he's being tortured. You love when wooyoung whines, his hands coming up to hold your hair from your face, his grip is rough, but he has the right idea. You thank him with a hum, his hips stuttering up and his cock sliding forward. His head throws back, eyebrows furrowed down over his forehead.

"Fuck! I didn't even get to ask-" he whimpers again, rutting himself forward down your throat. You breath through what you can, planting your hand against his thigh to steady yourself against the other men's relentless thrusts. Seonghwas pace is growing sloppy, his breathing harsh against your chest. You take what you can in your mouth from wooyoung, wrapping your hand around the rest of his length to pump him. He writhes in your grasp, curling in on himself the moment you hollow your cheeks around him.

Hongjoongs rough grip on your hips falters, his breath fanning against your shoulders. "cumming, cumming- oh god" seonghwa hiccups, thighs curling upwards, he pumps himself the last of the way inside you, dragging your waist down onto him. You shudder from the warmth, pulling off wooyoung to moan from the feeling of seonghwa throbbing inside you. Wooyoung ruts into your palm the best he can, using your hand to get himself off.

Seonghwa fingers sneak up to rub your swollen clit, your moan getting caught off. You twitch, moaning loudly. "Its- too much seonghwa- oh my god" you cry, watching the older member place his lower lip down under his teeth. The overstimulation was getting to him, and if you both didn't come soon he was going to pass out.

His pretty finger swirls your sensitive bundle, getting you there as close as youcam manage. "oh- m'fuck I'm-" you cry with a guttural call of seonghwa and hongjoongs name. Hongjoons thrusts faltering the minute he feels you come. "I can feel you squeezing me from back here baby- feel so perfect-" he groans, snapping his hips forward. Sweat dripping from his chin.

Hongjoong tilts over the edge, splattering your second hole with his entire load, buried to the hilt.

You were thoroughly ruined, struggling to place the tip of wooyoung on your tongue to suck him the rest of the way off. Grasping the rest of him in a tight hold and abusing his length into your palm. He whines loudly when he cums, crying through the overstimulation of your cheeks continue to hollow out around him. His cum swallowed down by your throat greedily. "Babe- bab- Please! Fuck i can't-"

Wooyoung palms your head off of him, popping your lips off his tip. He twitches, falling against the bed to roll away from your assault. You lick up what spelt on your fingertips.

"You owe me ten bucks" a voice erupts from the entrance, it's jonghos. Tuning in to watch the scene in front of him from the doorway. "Ah really? I had high hopes" yeosang mumbles back from the living room. Wooyoung shoots up from the bed, tucking himself back into his pants. "Are yall making bets?!" He stumbles after the youngest.

Hongjoong slowly begins to pull out of you, cooing at the way you slink forward into seonghwa. The dark haired member remaining inside you, his hands stroking your back comfortably. He trails kisses against your jaw, distracting you for a moment so the leader can slip out of you.

Seonghwas out next, completely deflating under you. His heavy palms smoothing the free skin on your lower back.

It's been a while since you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, with touring all month, especially with your birthday around the corner, everyone is spent, completely exhausted. You wouldn't hold it against any of them for having only one round in them, they've worked so hard, your boyfriends just wanting to spend your special day under the sheets with you.

Well, that wasn't going to happen, so the minute you all got off after another day of performing on stage for thousands, you could hardly keep your knees from shaking, exhausted from the concert. It still happened to be your birthday the next day, overdue for a birthday live. Which was a relief, only cause you didn't have to stand the entirety of it.

As soon as you had returned to your dorm, you were melting at the idea of rose peddles and a cute dinner set up in the livingroom, your boyfriends all propped in suits. Despite your better judgment, you know they were stepping out of their comfort time to give you the best they could do for the moment.

It was sweet, you adored the idea of having a home made and comfortable late evening. Especially when later you finally could get them in the real sheets. At some point, you genuinely didn't know when, they had all switched out of those same pristine suits for more casual clothing. You loved seeing them comfortable, but it had been weeks since you were able to touch any of them properly, so seeing them completely naked was a better sight.

Which is where you were now, heaving on seonghwas chest and almost completely jelly. "Love?" Yeosang cooed, palming your hair from your sweaty face, when did he come in? "Yeosang" you pawed at his chest, hooking your finger into his shirt to pull him down, kissing his lips softly. "Hi love, drink up" yeosang offered a waterbottle up to your lips. You gulp down the content, pushing it once you find you've drank enough.

Seonghwa scoots out from under you, placed next to hongjoong so he can comfortably lay without being half off the bed, the other member dragging him into his side so they can lay together. Yeosang swipes the drool on the side of your lips, pecking the corners after and then sweetly taking your swollen lips into his perfectly natural ones. Gentle and soft the way they brush against yours, dancing and playing with your bottom lip. He breaks away to set the waterbottle to the side, holding a hand out to make sure you're stable even if you're on all fours in front of him.

Yeosang feels you tug on his pants. His head stuttering back to look at you. "Need you inside too yeo, will you please fuck me?"

Who is he to deny any of your pleas? It's your birthday for fucks sake. He wastes no time in helping you face him, your front pressed to his chest. His shirt disregarded somewhere in the room, he lines his tip with your cum stained hole, smearing the amount of cum still lingering around you. Your arms slot over his shoulders, pulling him in tightly. His eyes never falter, pulling you by the thighs to get closer to him. He teases his cockhead against your hole, watching your tortured face with lidded eyes. "Yeosang" you draw out, wiggling your hips against his grasp, he chuckles, glancing down at the pout on your features. "What, can't handle a little foreplay?" He tuts, shaking his head lightly. "You just had four cocks using both of these pretty holes, you still need more? You're starting to sound greedy" he mumbles against your lips, teasingly pulling away the moment he sees your eyes glance down to them.

"It's okay, I love how greedy this pussy is for us" yeosang swipes himself through your folds one more time, pushing his way past your entrance, your eyes stutter closed, before he's yanking you back to look at him by his hand on your jaw. "I want to see you when I split you on my cock" his whisper is harsh, his eyes equally as so. Drowning you in the darkness of them the more he bottoms inside.

The bed dips behind you, heavy and squeaky. Yeosangs eyebrow perks up, glancing behind you. Yunhos soft voice coos your worries, placing gentle kisses against the expansion of your neck. "Look at that, such a champ. Think you could take one more?" Your mind is elsewhere, the second yeosangs pelvis meets yours, you can't help where your mind goes. "Answer him" yeosang encourages, jolting you up when he moves to get more comfortable against the headboard. "Yes I can take one more" your eyes cloud over, pressing your head into the junction of yeosangs neck to push your back out for yunho.

Yunhos smooth hand slap against your cheeks. You yelp, "That's so mean. You listen to yeosang but not me?" His hands sting, playing with the flesh he just bruised. You whimper against him, pressing against his touch the more he pushes against you. "m sorry yun" you pout, throwing your head back to look at your bigger boyfriend. He thinks about it, glaring down at your leaking hole.

"That's okay baby, just gonna give you a reminder of what my name is"

The tight walls of your second hole has yunho gasping, had you really been prepped enough? His cock eases in slowly. Glancing to the captain who's watching the show quietly from the side. Hongjoong catches his gaze, licking his lips as he smirks. "I prepped her, she's just tight" hongjoong sighs, as if reminiscing on being inside you. He's already gathering his clothing, slotting them over his hip and passing seonghwa his shirt.

"S'that right babe? Just got a tight little ass?" Yunho teases, holding your waist against him to bottom inside. The filling you're having leaving you willful to however they move you. Yeosangs hands pulling your thighs farther apart. Yeosang pulls out until he's halfway in, smoothing his hips up to begin an unrelenting pace against your cervix. Your breath is already intense, picking up moans the quicker he gets and the more yunho moves to his strokes.

The unison to each of them has you feeling like jello, clenching when yeosangs tip hits that gummy spot inside you, your toes curling against the sheet.

"Already, love? You last just as long as wooyoung"

The teasing phrase has you whimpering, poor wooyoung, and poor you. Your boyfriends could be mean when they really wanted. Especially yeosang, yunho, on the hand was more teasing. Yunhos long finger come over to circle your clit for the nth time that evening, waves of electricity bouncing off your body as every pass of his fingertips get you to comming quicker.

"Right there! Oh- pleasepleaseplease" you chant, vision whitening just as you cum, yeosang stutters with you. Cumming just as abruptly as you do. His head thrown against the headboard, breathy groans off the tip of his tongue and into the sex filled air. Sweat beads off yunhos forehead, watching your ass swallow his every thrust greedily. His fingers loosing their temple against your swollen and definitely abused clit. He flattens his hips against yours, cumming shortly with a shuddered gasp.

You take in all in both sides, falling into yeosang the second yunho begins to pull himself from your used hole. Your breathy whimper soothed down by yeosangs kisses against your temple. His hands holding your hip back so he can also pull himself out of you. The gloops of cum is an unruly sight, the towel mingi had promised placed on the side table. Yeosang scoops it up for you instead, kissing your face and then passing it to yunho to clean your behind.

"You did so good pretty" yeosang hums, nuzzling against your collarbone. "Mm yea, took it so well" yunho continues on for the other deep haired man, swiping the towel against your ass. You lay sideways on the bed the minute yeosang scoots away from you, gathering the soiled towel from the taller members grasp and leaving. Yunho swipes his thumb across your hip, kissing the skin softly. Jonghos soft head is poking in from the doorway, seemingly let off the hook from wooyoung. Yunho snickers, scooting off the end of the bed in his own pants, having put them on the second he pulled out of you.

You beckon the youngest with open arms, catching his strong hold in you own. He preens at the affection, loving your touch. "We don't have to if-" "jongho, if you don't take your pants off I'm going to rip them off" you murmur against his lips, adjusting so your on your tummy facing him. Jongho gulps quietly, fishing his hard on from his briefs.

You gather the saliva in your mouth, spitting it into your palm so you can begin pumping his swollen length. Hard and on standby for far too long. His eyes stutter close every so often the harder you tug, his hands finding each side of your cheeks. "Keep doing that" he moans quietly, helping your head to ease his cock down your throat. His breathy groans music to your ears, you take all of him down, kissing the patch of hair at the base of his cock. He watches you do so, eyes lidded and mouth lulled open.

"That's so hot," his hands come to wrap around your throat, pressing on his length buried to the hilt inside. He shudders against the pressure, tutting forward and throwing his head back whenever you gag. He loves the sound, bottoming in and out with every thrust. Your hands are placed on either side of his pant covered thighs, holding yourself carefully against his pace against your throat. Watching his eyes cloud and begin to get heavier the seconds pass inside your wet cavern. It's really not taking long for jongho to start pushing your head down himself, watching you gag and near up at such a big cock down your throat.

He breaths out a half-assed apology, rutting forward to slot himself between your lips and then pulling back to the hilt so he can watch the drool shake out of your mouth and around his hard cock.

"Babe, 'm gonna cum in your pretty throat okay?" He whimpers quietly, moaning through every rough suck or slurp played through your mind. Jonghos sloppy pace slowing the minute he looks back down at your teary gaze.

He cums down your throat, pooling around the corner of your lips and dripping off your face.

Fuck, what a good day.

[ferrstappen]

let me take care of it l LN4

a/n: this was inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous scene of K-mag and his daughter 💘 also, this is ALL OVER THE PLACE bc I wrote it on my phone in like 15 min but still hope you like it💘 I’ll also update dad max tomorrow 💘

summary: when papa isn’t feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

Lando wasn’t feeling his best and everyone could see it; it didn’t matter what anyone said, whether it was his dad, mum, sisters, Zak, Oscar, even you… he couldn’t stop being so harsh on himself that every person on the paddock wanted to lay his back and tell him to catch a break, he still is one of the best.

Your arrival to Abu Dhabi has been one worthy of the last race of the season, the private flight full of the Norris family, from the little ones to the in laws, with your parents chatting and laughing with Lando’s mum as they took turns to hold Amalia.

Everything was going great, really, but as the weekend started rolling and after quali, his smile faltered, face hardened, bringing himself down for some mistake.

So you made sure the hotel room had everything he needed, left Amalia sleeping on the crib while you picked his race day boxers, McLaren tshirt and joggers, so he could just throw his body to the bed and fall asleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as he settled his body in front of yours, not even asking to be the little spoon.

“No, but I just want tomorrow to be over so we can go home and be alone, you know?” His voice came out muffled by the pillow and your arm. “The only thing I want is to get home and start decorating for Christmas, Amy’s first Christmas… that’s all I want,”

“Okay then, let’s focus on that,” kissing his shoulder, you noticed his breathing slowing down.

Amalia Norris was a known face around the paddock, even if she couldn’t speak or even walk, she greeted everyone with a quick movement of her hand and happy squeal, depending on who it was.

Now, she had big things to protect her ears from all the sounds, Lando’s helmet and gloves in front of her and just as she was about to reach for the gloves and get scolded by you, Lando appeared with his usual smile, chest buffing at the sight of his two girls cheering him on, both wearing papaya.

“Do you want to help me get ready for the car, bubba?” Lando asked his daughter and she clapped her hands, giggling, almost as if she was trying to say something but couldn’t. “Okay, gloves please,”

Lando supposed it was going to be a show but no, his daughter had a concentrated look on her face as her small hands grabbed the glove and put it on Lando’s hand, repeating the action.

Before putting on the helmet, Lando picked her up, giving her a tight hug and loudly kissing her cheek just to fill his ears with her melodic laugh, the only fuel he needed. He closed his eyes while her hands grabbed both of his cheeks to get him closer and leave a kiss on his forehead, and in that moment Lando thought he was capable to give up the last race of the season just for this moment to never end.

“I think you need the helmet, huh?” You reminded the pair, taking Amalia from your boyfriend’s arms.

Lando gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting on the helmet, adjusting it until it was perfect, but there was one last detail.

“Visor, baby,” Lando pointed at it and Amalia carefully closed it, now he was ready.

“Good luck, daddy!” You told him as you noticed people were looking for him.

“Daddy? I thought in public it was papa,” he cheekily added, making you blush.

“Shut up, go get second place!” You joked before blowing him a kiss.

“I’m only thinking about our Christmas tree, baby. I love you both.”

[sunnebeam]

"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)

Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.

After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.

An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.

"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.

Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.

"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"

The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.

"Shit!"

The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.

"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.

"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.

"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"

And you're out the door.

Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.

"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."

Holly barks.

"Huh? What was that?"

Holly barks.

Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.

"She forgot her lunchbox?"

Holly barks.

"Fuck."

Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.

He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.

But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.

"What's your occupation, sir?"

The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.

"Househusband."

They stare at him.

"What?"

Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.

"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."

They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.

"...Agust D?"

No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!

They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.

"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"

"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.

A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.

The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.

"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."

And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.

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[chyeyuj]

dom!possessive!gp!minji x sub!fem!reader

a/n : when you say yandere im gonna say possessive just because..

warnings ; gagging, size play(?), pet names like baby, slut, just jealous possessive min🙌

You are one of the prettiest girls in schools, alot of the guys wants you. You told them you're taken numerous times but all they did was ignore it and keep on trying to get your number.

Now this made your girlfriend angry, jealous.

Some people were scared of Minji because of how cold she was. But most of them are inlove with her because of that, they found it quite attractive.

You aren't worried about the girls flirting with Minji because you knew Minji would turn them down but you still can't help but feel jealous.

. . .

You were waiting for Minji to finish her class but as always some rando would come up to you.

Looking up from your phone, expecting the same guys again but you were met with Yunjin—the popular basketball player in school. You could see her friends behind her from afar, snickering at Yunjin.

"Hey yn, who are you waiting for?" She asked, smiling at you. Maybe she only wanted to be friends with you. "I was just waiting for Minji." You smiled back and she nodded. "Ah, I see. You look really pretty today, by the way." Yunjin looks away shyly when she said that and to be honest it was a cute reaction. "Thank you, Yunjin." You giggled, only making Yunjin's face more red.

You didnt notice Minji staring at the both of you. She just got out of class, a tiring one. So, seeing Yunjin trying to get close to you just made her more irritated.

"yn"

minji called out for you, surprising you a little. "Minji, you're out already." You said but your girlfriend did not say anything else and grabbed your wrist, dragging you to her dorm leaving Yunjin and her friends confused.

. . .

The door was slammed shut behind you, causing you to slightly jump.

Minji turned around to look at you, her eyes darkening. Her hands reached down to tug on her pants, showing her boxers. You could see the big bulge on her boxers and you gulped, knowing what is about to come. "Get down on your knees and suck." She demanded. Not wanting to disappoint her, you got on your knees, facing her bulge.

You pulled it down, freeing her cock from its confines. It was long, thick and veiny. "What are you waiting for? Suck it, slut." Minji growled, her hand gripping your hair and tugging on it.

You got to work, starting by licking the tip then down to the base. When you're sure your salive was coating her cock, you started stroking her. Minji's head hung back, groaning as you jerked her off. You gave kisses on the tip before taking it whole, ducking her off. Her length almost gagging you. "Fuck, take more." She grumbles, thrusting her hips forward which made her cock go deeper, her tip hitting the back of your throat.

She continued her relentless thrusting in your mouth while you gagged, but you weren't even pushing her away, you like it when she does this.

Before she wss about to cum though, she pulled out, letting you breath again. "Not yet." She muttered to herself. She pulled you up, then dragging you further in the room and pushing you down on the bed. She quickly unzips your skirt then pulling it down harshly. Seeing your wet panties, she smirked. "Huh, you're so wet baby. Did Yunjin do this or was it because of how deep my cock went in your mouth?" She rips the fabric off, not even caring at this point. "Why did you do that-" You went quiet when you saw Minji glaring at you.

She propped your legs up on her shoulders, aligning her cock with your pussy. She slowly pushed in, both of you moaned at the feel. She was big, you could see the bulge on your stomach when her cock went in. "You're so tight, baby." She began pounding in you, giving you little time to adjust to her size. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you while Minji thrusted in you like a wild animal in heat. "You like that? Like when I fuck you like this?" She teased, beginning to thrust even faster and harder which got you screaming her name, the people outside must have heard it. "Maybe you prefer Yunjin doing this to you. I bet she can't fuck you as good as I do." All you could do was whine in response, submitting yourself to her.

Minji leaned down to litter your neck with hickeys. "Guess I need to mark you up to let them know you're mine huh?" She lightly bit your shoudler blade, moaning against it. "Minji, I-Im cumming.." You moaned, your hands on her back, digging your sharp nails into her skin that made her groan. "Then..shit..cum for me, slut." She thrusts even faster, also feeling herself coming.

Soon, you came with Minji who painted your insides with her cum. Both of you were panting and Minji pulled out, immediately laying beside you on the bed. She pulled you close to her, nuzzling her face against your marked up neck. Her soft side was back. "Hm..that felt nice." She mumbles. "Dont you want to clean up?" You said, slowly stroking her hair. "Later, I want to cuddle for now.." Hearing this, you giggled.

. . .

The next day, Yunjin wanted to take another shot. She saw that you were wearing a turtle neck sweater which confused her. "Hey yn, dont you feel hot?" She asked. You looked up at her and chuckled awkwardly. "Not really..." You said, tugging on your collar, Yunjin able to see the hickey that Minji made. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. What a way to know that you have no chance. She thought.

[butterflydm]

wot reread: a memory of light (ch 5-6)

spoilers through a memory of light, the last book in the series

Rand wakes up next to Aviendha, and goes to the tent entrance to glance at the busy camp, already at work on preparing for the day. "Everyone knew these were their last moments before the storm arrived".

2. Aviendha sneaks up on Rand, delighted that she managed to succeed despite the bond. She had to move very slowly and carefully but she manages to startle him when he turns around to see her right there, still naked.

Yeah, if I were restructuring WoT as a whole, I think I would place the bond way later in time than it happened in the books. Like "last night" late. Still have the love confessions happen in WH (and Rand finally sleeping with Elayne) but don't have Elayne suggest bonding yet (honestly, when you look at Rand's arc as a whole, it's kinda weird that he's willing to agree to bonding at that time).

And when Rand sneaks off with Nynaeve, he should leave Min behind in Caemlyn too, which would (a.) actually give Min time to bond with Elayne & Aviendha and (b.) actually let Rand be genuinely emotionally alone and isolated for the arc where we're constantly being TOLD that he's alone and isolated and finally (c). be a much better reason why Min never tells Rand that Elayne is pregnant than 'doesn't remember due to being blackout drunk from jealousy'. Then Aviendha trains when she's in Caemlyn, and instead of going to Arad Doman with the rest of the Wise Ones, she goes to Rhuidean at that point (since Min is still in Caemlyn; you could have the Semirhage thing be a non-romantic moment where Rand breaks through to save Nynaeve or one of the Maidens). And then the actual bonding happens once the four of them are all reunited in Merrilor before the Last Battle. Plus, this means that Alanna stays important to the story as Cadsuane's Rand mood-ring.

Anyway, obviously not something that Jordan could have done, because he had not yet written all the parts that would need to be restructured. But in an ideal world. Because as it is, after the bond happens in WH, it's extremely underutilized. And Rand doubting that he can really love all three of them without that being an issue between them makes a lot more sense if he hasn't already experienced their affection through the bond.

3. Also, Rand being able to feel the land here ("The Dragon is one with the land" as we were told in EotW) is really neat and I like it a lot. He can feel the life of the land and also how precarious it all is.

4. There's still a bit of a culture clash going on, as Rand is puzzled at how Aviendha can find their first time together (back in TFoH) to now be something that can't be talked about at all (because she has met her toh over it to Elayne), which I like. They were raised in very different cultures. Aviendha also has definitely accepted here the idea that she plans to live in the wetlands, post-Last Battle, and is faintly wistful that they have no time for a bath before the big meeting (in one hour).

5. Ah, and Aviendha here shows us that it seems likely that the Aiel, out of all the nations, may have the easiest time of adjusting to the notion of men being able to channel now that saidin is clean -- she says that concern over men channeling now would be like refusing to forget toh after it has been met. This makes a lot of sense to me when I think about it -- we know that Aiel men who can channel historically left their clans to go face an honorable death in the Blight (even if we've just learned in this book that was being thwarted by the Dark One) so the Aiel haven't really been villainizing male channelers the way that so many cultures have done.

And Rand uses the One Power to give them a shared shower together. A nice hot shower like they used to have in the AoL. Aviendha does not find Rand's ancient memories at all off-putting, the way that Min did. She just teases him that he was easier to manage before he had his new ancient wisdom. They are being so cute together. 🥰🥰🥰

6. But, yeah, I love how Rand feels comfortable talking about the Age of Legends and what "we" did back then with Aviendha, with no worries that she's going to judge him or freak out on him. She 100% teases him and gives him shit about it, though. And when she criticizes the AoL attitudes as naive, he agrees with her. This is also when she requests her future 'boon' from Rand and while it would definitely be nice if she just... told him about her vision, I love the way that she makes her request, because it's couched in a way that is full of not denying his consent in the matter and with respect for her partner:

"Rand, today, I will request a boon."

"What boon? I'm not certain I could deny you anything today, Aviendha."

"I'm not certain yet what it will be."

"I don't understand."

"You needn't understand. And you needn't promise me you will agree. I felt I needed to give you warning, as one does not ambush a lover. My boon will require you to change your plans, perhaps in a drastic way, and it will be important."

Also, on a physical level, I like that Rand likes how rough Aviendha's hands are. <3

7. We switch to Egwene's PoV at this point. In this book, there has been a lot of mid-chapter PoV swapping and I'm not certain that I like it. I mean, that's kinda the reason that Sanderson gave for why he cut scenes like the bridal wreaths scene -- because it might have felt frivolous when set against the attack on Caemlyn (but Perrin and Rand yukking it up didn't??) -- but if there was less mid-chapter PoV swapping, then you could add more of those character beats in without it feeling jarring, because you could continue the story on to move back to a serious plot beat before swapping to the Black Tower storyline in the next chapter or whatnot. It's a self-created problem, is what I'm saying. Jordan would occasionally do mid-chapter PoV swaps but it was much more sparing. I understand the urge to always have the scene be in what you feel is the 'most effective' PoV for that part of the scene but sometimes the story is stronger as a whole if you don't constantly do that. I feel like maybe the PoV swapping extravaganza should possibly have been saved for chapter 37.

8. Egwene is trying to interpret her dreams while they happen. A glass column of light; trying to hold the world together and it continuing to break under her hands. When she wakes up, she's temporarily disorientated, because she's sleeping in a different room than normal, with her own room in the White Tower still being put to rights after the attempted assassination. She's been commuting to the Field of Merrilor, essentially, lol.

Gawyn reads a letter about the latest news from Caemlyn and they talk about "the Seanchan woman" (aka Leilwin née Egeanin) who Nynaeve has said won't cause them any 'intentional' harm. A glowing endorsement! Egwene, much like Rand, is worried that they will have to fight the Seanchan and the Trollocs at the same time (another thing that Mat is sheltered from -- from what I recall, I don't think he ever finds out how much danger all his friends were in from his slaver wife, because the narrative needs to keep the illusion alive for Mat for as long as possible).

9. Hundreds of thousands of people are reported dead in the Caemlyn attack. That's hundreds of thousands of lives that Mat could have saved if he'd been slightly less mistrusting of Aes Sedai. And the city itself is lost, at least for now. The city had also housed much of the planned food supply for Elayne's troops for the Last Battle, also now lost. They also get word of the time for the day's big meeting, and it's in half an hour, so they get moving. (Gawyn suggest letting Rand wait but Egwene says it would be a bad idea to allow Rand to fully set the narrative for the upcoming meeting).

10. Every nation but Murandy, Arad Doman, and the Seanchan-held lands is represented at this meeting. Darlin (of Tear) is worried deeply about the Seanchan threat to his lands, we learn, and so will stand with Egwene if need be, because she has promised him Gateways back to Tear, if he should need to bring his army back to face the Seanchan. But both Darlin and Gregorin (the steward of Illian) tell Egwene that Rand is willing to listen to reasonable arguments. See Egwene's worries here about how much she could trust 'the man he had become' would resonate a lot more in general, if her last meeting with Rand had been ruthless!Rand.

She is surprised to see that, despite what she'd thought going into this meeting, that the flag of Arad Doman is present after all. And so is the flag of Murandy. So only the Seanchan-held lands are not present.

11. Rand arrives, wearing red and gold, and with a carpet of fresh grass growing under his feet (because he's One with the Land <3). The impact that this would have had if she'd only seen ruthless!Rand in ToM and not zen!Rand. It's still pretty good but it could have been an even bigger moment for Egwene. The grass spreads outward until the entire area that the leaders are standing on is covered in green. Egwene sends Gawyn off to see if one of the Aes Sedai & Asha'man pairs will spill the beans on what weave Rand might be using to cause such an effect.

12. He has a large floating bundle that unravels as he walks, setting an enormous pavilion ahead on the green. Egwene reluctantly admires his showmanship, lol. Without breaking stride, he tells all the gathered leaders that they can bring five people with them each, and then heads into the tent. lol at Min being a prop just like the saidin glowbulbs are props. There she is, clinging to Rand's arm like a bracelet, as has been her duty since fucking A Crown of Swords. The Hero's Reward For His Sacrifices And Suffering. When I think of how interesting Min's storyline could have been and then think of how pointless it has been... it's just really sad and frustrating.

Okay, actually, here's a good time to mention an element of weird: Elayne just casually mentioned to Egwene that Aviendha spent the night with Rand. So, off-screen, Elayne has apparently shared the whole "all three of us love him and are in a relationship with him" thing with Egwene, because Egwene has zero thoughts or feelings about the fact that Elayne is pregnant with Rand's kids, Aviendha spent the night with him, and Min is stapled to him today. This is the same woman who believed in ToM that Gawyn shouldn't share a bedroom with her because they were unmarried, mind you. And she has zero thoughts or feelings about Rand hooking up with three different women while not married to any of them; she just recites the facts without any kind of response to them. You'd think that this would come up when she was thinking about how much he'd changed from the boy she used to know!

I say again, definitely not for the first time:

Stop having important emotional moments happen off-screen!

13. When Elayne enters the tent, she and Rand smile at each other, and Egwene is like "ugh, how can she be so pleased and impressed with him!" before reluctantly admitting that she feels some pride in how much he has accomplished as well. When Perrin ("and his wife") and Nynaeve come in, they go stand by Rand, as does Cadsuane. But again, Egwene apparently has no opinion about Min clinging to Rand while Elayne smiles at him from the other side of the tent. Egwene is not a character who is shy about having opinions!

14. Rand thought that the king of Murandy might be Demandred, I'm guessing, by the way all his people went on alert and him going to stare at the guy and then going, "you're not him. Where is he?" but poor Egwene is so baffled by this.

Rand lays out the situation and says that one of the big problems of the last Age is that they weren't all united against the Shadow -- each general led on their own (with LTT being just as guilty of this fault as anyone else). Another emotional beat that kinda fell by the wayside of hurrying to the ending: whenever Rand has revealed in the past that he has LTT's memories, it caused a lot more concern and fuss over his potential madness. Again, I do get why Sanderson would be like "we don't have time for that" but I do feel the need to note it.

15. Rand talks here about how he wants to prevent another Breaking, wants to prevent conflict from breaking out the moment that he's dead.

Ah, I wonder if Egwene's bizarrely uncharitable "Even Elayne had gobbled up another country" thought here is part of what contributed to the whole "Elayne is acting out of power-hunger" fandom belief even though we were actually told in Elayne's own PoV thoughts back in ToM that Elayne is acting out of thinking about the future and the looming threat of the Seanchan Empire. Between Birgitte's increasingly bitter PoV and Egwene throwing Elayne under the bus with the other rulers, readers choose to believe them over Elayne's own actual internal thoughts about her reasoning behind her choices. Though I feel like part of the issue there is how shortchanged the Elayne Takes Cairhien plotline ended up being -- if we'd spent more time getting to see Elayne navigate the politics of it, like we got to see with Caemlyn, then we would have gotten more of Elayne's own thoughts on the reasoning to balance everything out.

16. At this point, Rand presents "the Dragon's peace" -- one of the three things that he says he requires in exchange for him giving up his life to save the world.

Hmm, I wonder if getting Elayne's genuine reaction here was part of the reason that Rand has kept his distance from her? This way, the other rulers see her reaction alongside them and think of her as aligned with them instead of aligned with Rand?

I do feel like I don't really have any good idea here of whether or not the random leaders of the world know that Elayne and Rand are in a relationship but if I assume that they mostly don't, then that's an actual reason for Min to be clinging to Rand's arm here... but then Elayne kinda punctures that idea later in the scene and it kinda seems like, off the page, everyone did get a debriefing on the "so, the Dragon Reborn has three girlfriends, let's not make a big thing about it" issue. I feel like this is not something I should be so confused about at this point in the story, lol.

And I feel like this scene would make more sense if people (especially those not firmly on Rand's side) DON'T know about Rand and Elayne's relationship, because then Min clinging to Rand as a very visible "Hey! Look at me! Mistress to the Dragon Reborn!" distraction technique would make more sense (as part of a thing that the polycule worked out on purpose) and make her choice to do that seem more strategic and less like she's peeing all over Rand in public to make her claim on him. But, again, Elayne publicly telling Rand "I love you" later in this scene ruins that theory and we go back to 'Min feeling the need to reassert her claim after Aviendha slept with Rand last night' because we didn't get to actually see a scene where Min has been okay with the polycule and we've been left with possessive & jealous Min as our only 'on-screen' Min (didn't have to be the bridal wreaths scenes -- any scene of the three of them actually talking would have been nice to get! Bonus points if Rand is actually part of the discussion too!).

17. Egwene cuts off the discussions on this to ask after Rand's other two requests -- the first is that he essentially wants Egwene's blessing on breaking the seals (though he plans to do it even if he doesn't get her blessing). But this leads up to Egwene and Rand having a big argument and... tbh, I don't envy Sanderson for needing to come up with a reason for Egwene and Rand to be so ~at odds~ in this last moment so that Moiraine can swoop in to save the day because it really makes no sense that they can't come to terms with each other! I'm not sure there's any argument that could have been worked up here that wouldn't feel at least a little artificial.

Given the paths that they've both walked to this point, it feels somewhat infantilizing that they need mom holding their hands in order to stop fighting with each other. If the reason you 'kill off' the mentor is to allow the students to reach their full potential, it really does kinda stifle/reverse that growth if it ends up that the mentor needs to come back to fix things.

Oh, and to quote Sanderson's retrospective on Moiraine coming back:

In his notes, Robert Jordan was very specific about the fact that Rand and Egwene needed to almost come to blows in the lead-up to the Last Battle. He called it the grand union of the armies against Rand, whose decisions were considered too radical, too dangerous, to be allowed to proceed. Moiraine was to be the force that brought the two of them together, unifying the armies of light, cementing her importance—and showing why she needed to be rescued by Mat before the Last Battle. (There were a lot of instructions about what Moiraine was to say, and some good writing on that meeting at the Field of Merrilor.)

Just in the interest of having all the appropriate information.

18. Random side note, I love Berelain's reaction to Rand's treaty (it really would be a huge blessing to teeny tiny countries like Mayene!). I just adore her basically going "two thumbs up, five stars, no notes" to the Dragon's Peace. But Berelain has been such a strong & loyal supporter of Rand for a very long time (and deserves a lot more credit for it than the books were willing to give her). idk it's a fun little side note.

19. Oh, and Rand's last request is that he wants full control over the armies for the Last Battle rather than everyone controlling their own army.

Yeah, Egwene thinks here that Rand is acting very much like an Aes Sedai (which feels like a counter-balance to Rand going all, "You're Not Like The Other Aes Sedai to Nynaeve" -- or, I guess, I would say that it counts as evidence that Rand's PoV in that chapter in ToM IS meant to be his own biased PoV and not the objective truth about Aes Sedai), and we also have her thinking that she can tell he still has strong emotions going on underneath the surface but that he's got them under much better control than before.

20. So, yeah, knowing that at least some of what Moiraine says and does here in the tent at Merrilor came directly from Jordan's notes does make me wonder how much that shaped some of the other plot points that happen in this discussion.

21. Man, I do not love having this chapter start out in Perrin's PoV. That really feels like the most useless of the potential PoVs. Either Rand or staying with Egwene would be so much better imo.

Anyway, we are in Perrin's PoV as we see Moiraine enter, and Perrin wonders why Mat isn't with Moiraine and he gets a vision of Mat... "on a horse, riding along a dusty road, tinkering with something he held". I will... hold off my thoughts about that until we actually get to a Mat PoV and I can evaluate it properly. But, just as a reminder: at the end of ToM, Mat was planning to return to Caemlyn and was suggesting that Moiraine do the same so that she could speak to Elayne before trying to talk to Rand. And the group of three did not bring any horses to the Tower of Ghenjei.

22. lol so much at Moiraine just blowing off any attempt to give Mat, Thom, or Noal/Jain credit for saving her and going right to "the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills". Reminds me so much of people who attribute life-saving medical intervention to a miracle from a god and not the doctors & nurses who actually saved their lives. The real reason Mat isn't here: so that he doesn't die from anger & frustration at his sacrifice being completely brushed off by Moiraine.

Perrin also notes the presence of Thom coming in after Moiraine.

23. Rand kneels before Moiraine until she tells him not to, Egwene welcomes her back to the White Tower, and Nynaeve gives her a hug (as sweet as the Nynaeve hug is, I still think she would be better served being in the Black Tower plotline right now). Anyway, Moiraine Fixes Everything by giving everyone present a lecture on how they need to trust Rand and quoting prophecy at them until they give up and agree to go along with him.

24. Also, both the Aes Sedai and the Asha'man are randomly using the Power to smack anyone who protests Moiraine's presence/importance (which kinda does feel like another Jordan Throwback and not one that I super-enjoy).

25. What's weird is that Perrin thinks of Grady as "one of the nearby Asha'man" here but... he should be the person who brought Moiraine and Thom to Merrilor? How is he already at this meeting as one of Rand's Asha'man? How did Moiraine and Thom get here if Grady was already present? Moiraine has been stuck in the Tower of Ghenjei and so didn't have a chance to learn how to Travel yet. Grady was the one opening Gateways to the Tower of Ghenjei in order to retrieve Mat & co once they were done with their task. Did Grady bring Moiraine and Thom to Perrin's camp, and then leave and go over to Rand (without telling him about it), and then Moiraine and Thom eavesdropped on the meeting until the ~most dramatic moment~ for her to enter and save the day? Not that this is necessarily out of character for Moiraine, of course, but... that should mean that Mat is here too, because Mat was with Moiraine and Thom. The logistics of this are not adding up for me.

26. One of the Aes Sedai (Perrin doesn't know her name) points out that even if they all agree here to the Dragon's Peace, there's a huge flaw remaining -- the Seanchan.

...wow, Mat really should be here for this conversation. I'm feeling sorta like I did at the start of Crossroads of Twilight, where it feels like the author decided to do a major swerve from what was set up in the previous books. Logistically, Mat should have come to Merrilor with Moiraine & Thom... it's honestly difficult to see how he possibly avoided it? Assigned Gateway-maker Grady is at Merrilor. Literally right here, in this meeting. Perrin just mentioned him.

Logically: Mat should have arrived at Merrilor, mentioned that he had been planning to return to Caemlyn (for the Band & Olver) and found out that Caemlyn was attacked (learning from Talmanes that the knowledge of the attack was in the letter that Verin had left for him). This would bring his arc re: mistrusting Aes Sedai to an appropriate conclusion: mistrusting Aes Sedai so strongly has led to massive death on a scale as bad as anything in his war memories. Then Mat should have learned that the only thing holding back the potential peace for the world post-Last Battle is the Seanchan. He finds out how worried everyone is that the Seanchan will attack, either while the Last Battle is happening or afterwards.

Then, as a show of self-sacrifice (and guilt over letting Caemlyn be attacked), Mat tells Rand & co about his marriage and volunteers to be the one to go to Fortuona, to make one last desperate attempt at a peace treaty before the Last Battle. Because of his marriage, he's the best person for the job (making his marriage actually matter in the narrative and giving it a reason to have a prophecy about it).

Before he goes through a Gateway to Ebou Dar, he and Rand talk about Rand's LTT memories and Rand confesses to Mat that he believes that he genuinely is insane but that he has control of himself (basically shift over those two conversations that Perrin had with Rand earlier, the ones that felt like they had zero relevance to Rand and Perrin's friendship). This would bring Mat's arc re: Rand and the role of the Dragon Reborn to an appropriate emotional conclusion.

And this would mean that the Emond's Field Five actually all get to reunite before the Last Battle kicks off!

27. "I see what you're trying to do, Rand, and I love you for it." This is the wtf moment that kinda throws the 'what DO all the various random rulers know about Rand's relationships?' question into the pot. Visibly pregnant Elayne saying this to Rand while another woman was desperately clinging (silently) to his arm only minutes ago should be raising so many questions and red flags for the various rulers who are present here. Especially since Rand doesn't publicly reciprocate her affection here. I feel like just having Elayne say, "I see what you're trying to do, Rand, but that does not remove the fact that this document is fundamentally untenable" would have made a lot more sense here. There's no point to Rand and Elayne avoiding spending time with each other if Elayne is also throwing out 'I love you's in public. Pick a lane, essentially. But Rand agrees to add the provision that if the Seanchan do not sign to the treaty, then the document as a whole is void.

28. Elayne says that only addresses the problem of the Seanchan and not the issue of how to enforce the treaty, which is what leads to Aviendha speaking up and telling Rand that she wants the boon that she'd requested earlier -- that the Aiel be treated the same way as the wetlanders in the treaty. Rand says that leaving them out of the agreement was meant as an expression of his trust and Aviendha tells him that it is an insult instead.

(and it is not the Aiel themselves who say that war is their purpose or that they are tools; they actually respond negatively to the suggestion -- it's Rand and Perrin, wetlanders who both canonically have the bad habit of using their people as tools, who make that comparison)

But anyway, the Aiel are written into the document as the official enforcers of the peace.

Hmm, we do get this cute moment from Perrin here that Elayne 'smells' proud of Rand even as she continues to 'stare daggers' at him, lol. But just like Egwene, Perrin has no thoughts on the whole "Rand has multiple girlfriends" situation.

Moiraine asks Rand how he plans to lead the armies if he's going to Shayol Ghul, so that's now an open question.

29. I do feel the need to point out: Aviendha is here spearheading the Aiel & the Wise Ones; Elayne is here representing Caemlyn & Cairhien; and they are both vocal in this meeting and actively facing and talking with Rand as equals. Min... is silently clinging to Rand's arm. And the saddest thing is that this is perfectly representative of them in the series as a whole, too. Aviendha and Elayne both have other things going on and get to be fully-realized characters and people, while Min... not so much, and the story has to keep trying to manufacture ways to occupy her time* because once she leaves Salidar, she has literally nothing else going on in her life but clinging to Rand.

(*hilariously, it's usually something that someone else had already discovered or realized earlier in the series -- ex. Rand himself has the realization about needing to break the seals all the way back at the start of Lord of Chaos, long before Min arrives in Caemlyn; or there's that time she uncovered the flaw in Callandor... that Cadsuane had already told Rand about in an earlier book)

30. As Faile brings up some pertinent questions about the Seanchan, Mat not being here at this meeting feels so weird and jarring. It makes zero narrative or purely logistical sense.

The question: if the Seanchan sign this document, does that give them formal permission to keep all the people they've enslaved and the lands that they've conquered? And are they allowed to kidnap and enslave anyone who crosses their borders (women who can channel in particular)? Very important questions and ones that Mat needed to hear being brought up. Shielding him from any of this, like he's a toddler who is too young to hear the truth about the world, doesn't help anyone, especially not him.

31. Rand says that he will go to the Seanchan after this meeting, either to find a way to get them to sign this treaty or to find a way to destroy their ability to make war (guessing this would be something to do with the damane -- maybe springing all their collars with the Power all at once?). So Rand still considers fighting the Seanchan to be a very viable possibility for him at this time.

Here is the point in the meeting when Mat (who should be here) would speak up and say, "I'll go and talk to her first" because he's just found out that the other option is Fortuona getting killed by his best friend and/or Fortuona attempting to kill his friends & people.

"We cannot have them striking at our backs when we attack the Shadow."

lol, Min silently takes Rand's arm again as the rulers proceed with the treaty signing.

32. When it comes time for Elayne to sign (she's last), she notes that it's a difficult thing that Rand is asking of her, and he gives her the control of the armies of the Last Battle. Though some of the leaders push back against the idea, none of them do so based on the whole "you two are romantically linked" conflict-of-interest idea, so I once again have to wonder what exactly all the random rulers know about their relationship (maybe they just assume Elayne is very free with her 'I love you's).

33. The question of the Seanchan is brought up again, and Rand says that he will see what he can do about trying to trade with the Seanchan to get their people back (from what we saw in Aviendha's visions, this is a trade that Fortuona and her successors refused in the alternate future) and try to persuade them to return back over the sea but if worst comes to worst "if forced to it, I am content to allow them the lands they have, so long as they do not spread further".

"Thousands are enslaved," Egwene points out.

"What's done is done," Rand says. Yikes. He does follow this up with, "Let us worry about the world first, then do what we can for those held captive" so again, he's not letting the Seanchan entirely off the hook here -- he's leaving an explicit opening for the leaders to push the Seanchan on this in the future. But, you know, saying "what's done is done" about people being kidnapped into slavery is extremely Yikes.

We also get the pro-'strongman' yikes argument of "the lands they have taken have benefited from strong leadership", which is something that Jordan first brought up in TPoD as propaganda that the Seanchan were spreading but wasn't actually true (as we heard stories about how violent the Seanchan mainland still was, with uprisings and civil wars), was treated as an article of faith by Fortuona in CoT & KoD even as we were cut off from hearing any counter-arguments, and now is basically taken as literally true.

And, once again, I feel the need to point out that the 'strong leadership' that Rand is praising is mostly the work of Darkfriend Suroth and Forsaken Semirhage, as Fortuona was ~under the veil~ during her first weeks in Ebou Dar and so in a weird in-between place as far as her authority went, then kidnapped and missing for at least a month and maybe closer to two or three months, and has only recently been returned to power. So this is more an argument in praise of the Dark One than the Seanchan, though Rand (and I guess Sanderson) doesn't realize it.

34. Things are getting bad in the Borderlands, we find out, as we check in with Lan.

Yeah, I feel like this section here would have been enough to illustrate how bad things were getting without us needing the attack on Caemlyn. Too many battles, not enough character moments! (especially if Mat isn't there to face his failure with Caemlyn and Verin's letter, making it all feel much more pointless and 'battle for the sake of battle')

Right when Lan believes that he's facing his last stand, Gateways open up and reinforcements pour in from Merrilor. And Lan is relieved that what he thought was his death becomes "a promising battle" instead.

This is a pretty nice, upbeat moment to end this section of the reread on, I think, since I feel like it's gotten long enough. I had a lot to say about the big meeting, lol.

[banannabethchase]

What's My Name

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Hapy birthday @sarahcakes613! This is the surprise ficlet for the day of because Events Transpiring delaying the big deal. Consider this a birthday cookie when you will get your birthday cake in a few days! Love you!

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Seth is fucking impossible.

“You are supposed,” Cody says, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, “to be resting!”

“I am resting,” Seth says. “I can rest and do situps.”

“You literally can’t.” Cody waves to the phone screen. “And you’re not doing situps. I can see you panting.”

“I pant doing a lot of things.” He grins up at the camera, and Cody knows exactly the angle he’s trying to emulate.

“Stop it,” Cody commands, and all that happens is Seth’s smile gets wider. “You’re being impossible.”

“Of course I’m being impossible,” Seth replies. “You like me impossible.”

“You’re practically on the other side of the country,” Cody says. “I can’t deal with you being impossible the way you want me to right now.”

Seth shrugs and moves the camera so Cody can see exactly what he’s doing. Cody rolls his eyes to avoid giving anything away to the people walking by him on the way to his bus. “You can do something, can’t you?”

“I’m not even in private yet,” Cody says, nodding to Bayley as she passes him on her way to her bus. “You’re lucky I have my ear buds in.”

“Yeah, but nobody else is lucky.” He turns the phone to his face again and grins. “Not unless you disconnect your ear buds so everybody can hear me.”

“I think that would get us fired for sexual harassment.” His bus is right in front of him. If he makes it a few more steps, he can get there before Seth does anything else ridiculous.

“So. What are you gonna do once you get to the bus?” Seth asks. He’s panting again. Cody can’t fight his blush. “Gonna tell me to fuck myself with that toy you got me? Again?���

Cody sighs and pulls the handle of the door to his bus. “Impossible.”

~

The next time Cody sees Seth in person, he’s on him by the time the door swings open. Cody would complain, but, frankly, it’s been a while.

Seth is under him, whimpering and rolling his hips as Cody pushes into him. Cody had forgotten how good Seth sounds when he’s begging. “Give it to me harder.” His nails dig into Cody’s arm. “It’s been a while. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

“You always do,” Cody laughs. He adjusts Seth’s leg, manhandling him.

“There it is,” Seth says. “There’s my guy.”

“Your guy?” Cody asks. He slows down his thrusts, feeling Seth clench down on him like he’s trying to hold him where he is. “That’s all I am?”

Seth sighs. “You know what you are.”

It sticks in Cody’s head as he adjusts Seth’s body, switching up the angle for the hell of it, and he decides to lean into a hunch.

“Who am I?” Cody says. He tightens his grip on Seth’s calf. “C’mon, you were all talk earlier. Talk.”

Seth grins, not even half chagrined. “Daddy?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes. “You want me to call you Daddy?” He pouts.

“Fucking hell, you’re awful,” Cody grumbles. “Tell me. Say my name.”

“This a sir thing?” Seth reaches up and gets a good grip on the headboard. “Yes, sir. Give it to me good, sir.” He licks his lips. “Treat me like a toy, sir.”

Cody knows Seth started out joking. But the way his eyes flicker, the way his lips press together, when he says the word “toy”, gives Cody an idea. “Say my name,” he says. He taps into the sternest tone he can get, the kind he uses when somebody really pisses him off after a match.

“Tell me,” Seth says.

And Cody’s fucking done. “I’m Cody Rhodes, bitch.”

Seth comes with a frankly spectacular cry, all the way up against Cody’s chest. Cody can’t hold himself back and shoves himself deeply within Seth, quite possibly coming his brain out and losing all sanity in the process. The world comes back to him slowly, and he realizes his head is dropped to Seth’s forehead, his arms a cage around the two of them.

“So,” Seth says slowly, “apparently I like it when you call me a bitch.”

Cody laughs and kisses Seth, open mouthed and dirty like he didn’t just fuck his mind away. “Apparently you like to be a bitch when I fuck you.”

He pulls back enough to see Seth grinning up at him, forehead glistening with sweat. “Yeah,” he says, “but you already knew that.”

[queenofmalkier]

Very wordy replies about Min below.

tigraine-mantear I think with min it’s this specific issue of her adjusting her style so that her pants are tight to the point of discomfort, her wearing heels although she can’t balance on them on a battlefield in book 11, and her interest in philosophy being introduced without any real meat to it - she also does threaten rand with physical violence a couple of times and it lands wrong because rj uses humour in bad contexts some times. I mostly pity her writing - it suffers from Written By Man disease.

I mean, a lot of my interests start with me picking up a book and going 'Huh, actually this is a whole vibe' so I can't fault Min for the same - especially when you consider the class systems in WOT. She wouldn't have been exposed to philosophy before in any depth, let alone had the time to read tons of books.

What starts as her picking up a book to hide what she's doing becomes something she's clearly interested in. That feels more real than giving her a backstory regarding the interest, in my personal opinion. And it's not like it just shows up, it's been mentioned at least three times so far in passing and I haven't seen her since I started book eight.

Discomfort, I suppose people can fault her if they want. But she's not doing it because anyone made her or told her to, certainly not Rand, boy is oblivious that she’s even doing it on purpose, and I have worn some very uncomfortable outfits because I liked them - and many other characters do as well. Elayne, Nynaeve, Birgitte just to name a few. It's human nature, sometimes we just like pretty shit. We're magpies.

Does that mean I will complain about a dress riding up or my shoes being uncomfortable, because it’s annoying? Absolutely! But I’m still choosing to wear those items - it’s more wishing they could be comfortable. Again, human nature. Complaining is a form of commiseration even if it’s only internal. (I feel like there’s so many alsos and buts in this run-on ramble BUT: I also think Min focuses a lot on small, petty things to be upset about because the big glaring Rand Is Going To Die is really hard to face every single time she looks at him. Grief is a strange thing, more so when she’s grieving what hasn’t happened.)

One also has to consider that there is nothing wrong with wanting to look and feel pretty - and Min wants that, not just from Rand. Consider her reaction to Herid telling Rand not to bring her again because she’s too pretty and her treasuring that note.

She’s likely been tomboyish all her life and didn’t think she could be considered beautiful while not in a dress, but posing as Elmindreda made her consider what she could take from the high femme look that worked for her. (She did think about wearing dresses for Rand, because she does want Rand to like her, but ultimately decided against it because that wasn’t who she was. This implies the changes she’s made are things she in the very least likes.)

Also... if anyone can be said to drastically be changing their style, Aviendha MASSIVELY changes her appearance from Maiden to wetlander in silks. She is uncomfortable in those clothes too, probably more so because she's doing something so much more taboo in her culture than Min is in hers, yet I rarely see her dogged on for that. Right now in book eight she’s on the verge of tears over talking about silks and lace.

As far as the battlefield, fairly certain we've seen Berelain in a hoe dress on the battlefield though I haven’t hit that point (and everywhere - but no mention if she WANTS to dress that way or has to because of her tenuous position), and plenty of others in unpractical clothing because they wouldn't be part of the fighting. But nobody is mad at them?

I'm having a hard time thinking of threats she's made at the moment, I know she does but. Well. I just had to read through a lot of Mat/Tylin and everything pales in comparison to that while reading. I will say that from her POV and Rand’s POV, from what I remember, her doesn’t feel threatened by her or take those threats seriously. He’s stated more than once how safe he feels with Min. As long as neither of them feels uncomfortable or genuinely afraid, can we real call her out for that?

This is why I hesitate in applying our modern perspective in terms of relationships to those within the books for the same reason I don’t apply those perspectives to historical figures - because it’s doing a disservice to the context of the time or narrative. And the people.

Verbal threats in the series are far from uncommon, between all relationships, and it doesn’t appear to be frowned upon or seen as negative. How many times has Nynaeve threatened to box somebody’s ears - her being the most likely person to actually follow through with such threats - but aside from thinking she has an attitude problem, nobody feels unsafe around her or takes those threats as threats.

I am not saying it’s right. I’m not saying relationships should feature threatening language. I am merely saying that I’m not comfortable judging characters in WOT for the behavior when it seems to be a societal norm. (With the exception of Altara, which many characters outside of locals find to be excessive. But again, is it fair to judge another culture from my own cultural beliefs?)

I understand just not liking a character for one reason or another - I'm not an Egwene fan and BOY HOWDY - and that's cool, but it's the dogpiling that gets to me. The way I've seen people trying to justify their dislike as being solely because she’s a bad character and trying to make others dislike her too because of it rather than just accepting that hey, she's not their cup of tea.

I think that’s more a general pressure on people in fandom spaces to have an entire essay prepared in the event of you not liking something. Which is so weird to me, because it’s not like if somebody said ‘well I don’t like the color blue’ they’d have to defend that statement like it was their dang thesis, but I digress.

spectrum-color I don’t dislike Min at all because ultimately her personality is fun and her powers are interesting, but I can understand why people do because her relationship with Rand cannibalizes her entire storyline in the back half of the series and she starts to fall into the Heroes Designated Love Interest trap where the girlfriend becomes the least interesting character Note that the designated love interest thing pretty much exclusively happens to female characters…

I’m going to hold off on my judgment here, because I’m not done yet, but that very well could be the case. A lot of what I remember is her trying to help him, him being collared and almost killing her against his will, and Tuon calling dibs on Min’s abilities.

It could also be that there’s too many important characters towards the end, so people have to be sidelined and they suffer as a character for it - but it’s for the good of the story. I’m at the beginning of book 8 and already the backtracking is a bit jarring - I know the Seanchan had landed from Mat’s POV, but now I’m before that moment with Elayne, Aviendha, and Nynaeve and it’s awkward. Not the first time, either.

Imagine if he had to do that more than once for several characters to tell the complete story.

Closing thoughts: you can dislike a character, a plot, a book, the sun, whatever you want. Disliking something doesn’t inherently make it bad though and I’m going to die on this hill.

[themininthemoon]

A Color for Which There Is No Name

CHAPTER 1 - AO3

Min Yoongi/Park Jimin | trans jm | Historical AU | Mail-order bride JM | Kid Fic | Mpreg | Breastfeeding | Misgendering | Vaginal Sex | Hopeful Ending

Jimin’s mother had been beside herself when he told her that he had put an ad in the paper, that he was looking for a husband somewhere far away. Eventually, she gave up trying to dissuade him, realizing that he was decided, and when Jimin was decided on something he didn’t give up until he got his way.

OR: Jimin answers a desperate man's ad in the paper and lets the letters they exchanged lead him to a new life filled with new things.

Jimin keeps Min Yoongi’s last letter to him clutched tightly in his hand as the train pulls into the station. He’s not sure how he’ll know who the man is, since they hadn’t been able to exchange photographs, but he hopes he is as kind in real life as his words are in letters.

Jimin’s mother had been beside herself when he told her that he had put an ad in the paper, that he was looking for a husband somewhere far away. Eventually, she gave up trying to dissuade him, realizing that he was decided, and when Jimin was decided on something he didn’t give up until he got his way.

He has butterflies in his stomach as he steps off the train and onto the platform, holding the one suitcase he’d allowed himself in both hands. He goes on his tiptoes to see above the milling crowd, but he isn’t sure what he’s looking for. He adjusts the bluebonnet on the lapel of his cropped jacket, the sign they’d agreed upon to find each other at the station.

Minutes pass and the crowd is quickly thinning. Jimin’s hands are sweaty around the handle of his suitcase.

What if Yoongi doesn’t come? What if he changed his mind? What if he saw Jimin and didn’t approve of him? What if his mother was right and-

“Park Jimin?” A low voice asks.

Jimin’s head snaps up in surprise and he finds a man standing in front of him, looking cautious. There’s a bluebonnet pinned to the brim of his cap and he has a baby in a sling strapped to his chest. There are three other little ones in a gaggle around his legs.

Jimin has read their names in Yoongi’s letters, but he has no idea who is who.

“I’m sorry.” The man says and Jimin is confused. “I thought you were-”

“No, no!” Jimin breaks in, guilty. He took too long to respond. “I am. Park Jimin, that’s me.”

“Are you our new mama?” One of the older boys asks, peeking around Yoongi’s side to blink curiously up at Jimin.

Jimin flushes, panicked gaze going from the boy to Yoongi, looking for help. Yoongi turns his attention to his son, crouching down so they’re on the same level.

“Now, Haneul, we talked about this. Jimin is not replacing your Mama. Your Mama is your Mama even in heaven, remember?” Haneul nods very seriously, eyes flickering nervously to Jimin then back to his father. “Now what did we say about Jimin?”

Haneul swallows in a big gulp, turning his head to look at Jimin then back to Yoongi again.

“That she can pick what she wants to be called?” It comes out as a question.

Yoongi nods.

“That’s right, bud.” Yoongi’s gaze flicks to Jimin briefly then back to his son. He stands and surveys his brood. “Everyone understands, right?”

The two older boys nod resolutely, but the third - he looks to be two, maybe three - just babbles brightly, and Yoongi smiles. He leans down and kisses them each on the crown.

“Good boys.” He turns back to Jimin, cradling the baby strapped to his chest. “I’m sorry about that, Jimin. I talked to them before we came to get you, but they’re young.”

“That’s alright.” Jimin tells him softly. He crouches down the way Yoongi had before, not caring that his skirts hit the dirty platform. He uses the suitcase to balance himself. “Hello boys.”

“Hello!” Haneul and Eunho chorus. The third toddler screeches happily in time with his brothers.

Jimin smiles.

“Would you like to introduce yourselves? I can’t simply call you boys forever, can I?”

They shake their heads. The oldest is curling in on himself, shy.

“I’m Haneul. I’m six.” He mumbles.

“I’m Eunho!” The second tallest exclaims brightly, bouncing closer to Jimin and holding a tiny hand out to shake. “I’m four!”

Jimin takes his little hand and shakes it gently, smiling at the way the boy beams.

“It’s nice to meet you Eunho; I’m Park Jimin and I’m twenty.”

Eunho and Haneul both gasp.

“You’re old!” Haneul blurts.

“Haneul!” Yoongi admonishes him, eyes wide.

Jimin only laughs, throwing his head back, eyes crinkled up. He looks at Haneul with a big grin on his face and nods.

“That’s right; I am old, especially compared to you, but you wanna know who’s really old?” He asks, crooking a finger for the boys to come closer. Entranced, they do. “Your daddy is old old.”

The boys gasp, hands over their mouths. They turn to Yoongi.

“How old are you daddy?” Eunho asks, walking up to cling to Yoongi’s trousers.

Yoongi huffs, but he’s smiling, an amused tick of lips.

“Daddy is twenty-six.”

The two boys gasp theatrically.

Yoongi laughs and Jimin lets himself smile.

He thinks things are going well so far.

*

Jimin offers to take the baby as they walk toward the church and he’s pleased that the child is soon asleep, drooling on his bodice.

He knows the little one is named Byungwoo and if the eldest two are Haneul and Eunho, then the toddler walking on unsteady legs a few steps ahead of him must be Wonbin.

It's strange, he thinks. He just met them and soon he’ll be their stepmother. He tries not to flinch at the thought, looking over at Yoongi and his kind eyes.

Jimin hopes to prove his mother wrong, but he won’t know until after the deed is done.

It seems to take no time at all to go from saying hello for the first time to saying “I do.”

The preacher is practiced at officiating these types of events with two people from town pulled in as witnesses and an abbreviated ceremony, barely skimming the words before suddenly Yoongi’s hand is wrapped around his, sliding a ring onto his finger.

Jimin’s heart is beating fast as he does the same, Yoongi’s hands large and rough from working with his tools. He slides the ring onto Yoongi’s finger, pushing it down to the knuckle.

The preacher says “You may kiss the bride.” and suddenly they’re married, Jimin’s lips tingling from the brief moment of contact.

One of the strangers walks up to them with a smile.

He grasps Yoongi’s hand and says, “Congratulations, Yoongi. Are you going to introduce me to the new wife?”

Yoongi laughs awkwardly, shrugging and scratching at the back of his neck. His hand comes to rest at the small of Jimin’s back.

“This is Park Jimin.” He says, nodding between Jimin and the stranger. “Jimin, this is Kim Seokjin. He’s nosy as all get out, but his food’s the best around.”

Seokjin preens at the compliment, adjusting the lapels of his suit jacket primly.

It makes Jimin smile. He offers a hand.

“How do you do?” He smiles, demure.

“I’m quite well, beautiful.” Seokjin smiles right back, taking Jimin’s hand and bringing it up to his lips for a cheeky kiss.

It makes Jimin blush and giggle, pulling his hand back and curling it into a loose fist behind his back. He looks to Yoongi, worried for a moment, but the man is only rolling his eyes, fond.

Clearly Seokjin is simply like this all the time.

The baby starts crying before Jimin can be introduced to the other guest and Yoongi’s eyes go wide, reaching for his youngest son, but Jimin stays him with a dainty hand held up. He smiles reassuringly at Yoongi.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. I can take care of him.”

Yoongi still looks concerned, hesitating before he puts his hands down. He nods.

“You’ll be alone with them often.” He tells Jimin, eyes stuck on Jimin’s hand rubbing soothing circles into the child’s back. He looks back up to meet Jimin’s gaze. “It’s important that you take good care of them.”

Jimin swallows hard. It hits him that Yoongi is entrusting his children to Jimin’s care, remembering that the first line of the ad he’d responded to was ‘Young Widower Seeking Wife, Must Be Good With Children.’

Suddenly it feels like too big a job for someone who’s never had children of his own, but the baby is calming down with Jimin’s shushing, falling back to sleep as he rocks on his feet.

“I’ll care for them as though I birthed them myself.” Jimin promises softly.

Yoongi reaches out and grabs Jimin’s small hand, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Thank you.” He says and Jimin hears: they mean the world to me.

“Of course.” Jimin says softly, squeezing back.

They let go of each other and Jimin misses the warmth of Yoongi’s hand around his.

*

It feels strange to walk into Yoongi’s home, trailing a step behind him with the weight of Byungwoo against his chest. It makes jimin a little lightheaded, looking around the rough hewn cabin with its lived-in decor, children’s blocks scattered in a corner, a knitted blanket on the back of a handmade chair.

He remembers Yoongi works as a carpenter and pauses to admire the craftsmanship of the furniture, the beautifully carved flowers that dance along the armrests of every seat. The delicacy of the work says something Jimin cannot articulate about his quiet new husband and his big, calloused hands. His skin tingles, goosebumps breaking out along his arms and down his chest.

The baby sighs in his sleep and shoves his face into Jimin’s ticklish neck, making him laugh and strain away. He pats Byungwoo’s back and gently turns his face toward his shoulder.

Jimin looks up and finds Yoongi watching him with an unreadable expression, but his eyes turn to his son when he notices Jimin looking back.

“He’s not bothering you?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin shakes his head.

“No, I’m quite comfortable.” He reassures his new husband. “I helped care for my niece back home. She’s not much older than this little one.”

“That’s good.” Yoongi nods. “You said you had experience with children.”

“Yes,” Jimin agrees. “My cousins are all married with families, and my older brother has two children of his own. I’ve spent a good amount of time with children of all ages.”

Yoongi nods again, eyeing Haneul and Eunho as they try to steal past him into the kitchen.

“Boys.”

They halt, nearly smacking into each other.

“Yes, daddy?” They chorus, blinking innocently.

Yoongi keeps a stern face.

“Those cookies are for after dinner.” He says firmly.

They droop and giggle, looking at each other with their heads bowed. Out of sight, Yoongi rolls his eyes, clearly fighting a smile.

“Come on into the sitting room.” He says, gesturing Jimin and the boys forward. “We’re gonna sit and talk a minute about this little family of ours, alright?”

Jimin follows nervously, taking the seat Yoongi offers beside him on the low sofa, careful not to jostle Byungwoo out of sleep.

Yoongi takes Wonbin into his lap and Haneul and Eunho sit on the carpet at Yoongi’s feet, looking up at their father with wide eyes, gazes darting between Yoongi and Jimin and each other.

“You’re not in trouble.” Yoongi starts and the boys sag. Yoongi huffs an amused little sigh, shaking his head. “Should you be in trouble?”

The two oldest boys shake their heads.

“No, Daddy.”

“Alright then, daddy isn’t here to scold you. He just wants to talk to you about Mrs. Jimin.”

“She’s not our mama, ‘cause mama is mama even in heaven.” Haneul recites, looking pleased with himself.

A shadow crosses Yoongi’s face, but it’s there and gone in a moment. He nods.

“That’s exactly right.” He says. “But that doesn’t mean you get to ignore Mrs. Jimin-”

“Mimi.” Jimin breaks in before he can think better of it

The attention of the room turns to him and he feels his cheeks go hot.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly, embarrassed. His heart is rabbiting in his chest. “I just- back home my nieces and nephews- they call me Mimi.”

Yoongi looks at him for a long, quiet moment.

“Mimi.” He repeats.

Jimin swallows hard and nods.

Yoongi nods back. He turns to the boys.

“You may call Mrs. Jimin “Mimi”, okay?”

The boys nod. Hanuel waves at Jimin shyly.

“Hi Mimi.” He whispers.

Jimin smiles and waves two fingers back. “Hi Haneul.”

They smile at each other until Yoongi clears his throat. It makes Jimin nervous until he realizes Yoongi is smiling too.

“As I was saying,” Yoongi begins again. “I expect the four of you to heed Mimi the same as you heed me, understand?”

Jimin’s heart flutters at hearing ‘Mimi’ in Yoongi’s low voice.

The boys nod.

“But she’s not mama?” Eunho says. He seems confused.

Yoongi looks at a loss.

“I’m your- your stepmama- your Mimi.” Jimin cuts in, hoping to help.

“Stepmama?”

Jimin nods, a knot in his chest. “That’s right, because your daddy and I got married, that makes me your stepmama. It’s like your Mama, but different.”

Eunho seems to think this information over very seriously. There’s a long, tense moment.

“Okay.” He chirps, easy.

Jimin feels ready to pass out from holding his breath, the way the tension suddenly leaks out of him all at once making him feel lightheaded.

“Okay.” Yoongi parrots back, blinking, a little bewildered. “Well. You all go on and go play then, alright? But don’t go too far.”

Eunho and Haneul nod and then they’re gone, door banging shut behind them. Wonbin has fallen asleep in Yoongi’s lap. The silence is awkward.

Jimin isn’t sure what to say.

Yoongi clears his throat and Jimin whips around to look at him, eyes wide.

Yoongi scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck.

“Would you like a tour? Or do you want to explore by yourself?”

“Oh, I-” Jimin pauses and takes a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “I think I’d like to explore a little on my own, if that’s alright?”

“Of course!” Yoongi says, nodding his head. He reaches toward Byungwoo. “Here I’ll take the little one so you can check everything out without worrying about him.”

“Oh, no! That’s okay, really.” Jimin assures him, cradling Byungwoo closer. “I like having my little companion.”

The words make Yoongi smile, eyes crinkled softly at the corners.

“Okay.” He says quietly. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

Jimin nods.

“I’ll do that.”

Yoongi stands with Wonbin, giving Jimin and the baby one last long look before he nods and heads out the front door where Jimin can hear the older boys laughing. He looks down at Byungwoo and smiles, softly brushing the wispy hairs on his little head.

“What do you think, Byungie? Should we explore a little?”

The baby lets out a soft snore in response and Jimin stifles a laugh. He heads out of the sitting room and down the hall, peeking through each doorway he passes.

There’s only five rooms total that make up the cabin, the living room, a modest kitchen, and 3 bedrooms.

It’s easy to tell which room belongs to Yoongi, and which two are for the children. The nursery has a crib in one corner and a small toddler’s bed on the opposite side. The walls are painted with nature scenes, soft pastel rabbits jumping through tall prairie grass. It’s charming and Jimin finds himself smiling.

“How sweet.” He murmurs.

“Jieun painted them.”

The unexpected voice startles Jimin, making him jump, jostling the baby. Byungwoo screws his face up to cry but Jimin shushes him gently, rubbing his back and swaying side to side.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Yoongi grimaces.

Jimin shakes his head. “It’s fine; I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re rather light on your feet.”

Yoongi shrugs, awkward.

Jimin licks his lips, nodding toward the paintings.

“Jieun painted them?” He says softly. Yoongi nods and jimin reaches out to brush his fingertips lightly along the ear of a rabbit. “Your wife was quite an artist.”

“Yes.” Yoongi agrees. “Painting was her first love.”

“Not her children?” Jimin asks before he can think better of it, immediately flushing a mortified red. “I’m so sorry! Don’t answer that! I d-“

“It’s okay.” Yoongi stops the flow of words with a hand held up.

Jimin snaps his teeth together, holding his tongue.

“You’re not wrong,” Yoongi admits. “She loved her children dearly, but motherhood never came easily to her.” Yoongi looks at Byungwoo fast asleep in Jimin’s hold. He reaches out to brush his knuckles across the baby’s soft cheek. “Each time she gave birth she hoped it would finally happen, that some mothering instinct would unlock in her, that something would finally click into place.”

“Did it?” Jimin asks, quiet and curious.

Yoongi shrugs. “I don’t know, but she was a good mother, regardless, she loved all her children very much - that’s what I know.”

“Of course.” Jimin nods. “I would never suggest otherwise.”

Yoongi eyes him for a quiet moment and then nods toward Byungwoo.

“He likes you.”

Jimin smiles a little, rubbing Byungwoo’s back.

“He’s a sweet baby.”

Yoongi smiles, nodding his head.

“He’s much easier to care for than his brothers were, but I worry about how feeding him cow's milk since Jieun passed will affect his development.”

Jimin goes still for a moment before going back to rocking in his feet.

“We discussed that.” He says. “In our letters.”

“Yes.” Yoongi looks awkward at the reminder, looking down at his feet then back up, meeting Jimin’s gaze with an assuredness that makes Jimin swallow hard. “I hope there’s no issues with what we discussed.”

Jimin shakes his head. “No, of course not - like I said in my letter, I understand the importance of a mother’s milk, and he’s so small - it’s not good for him to be feeding on cow’s milk.”

Yoongi nods. “Okay, so long as we understand each other.”

Jimin reaches out a hand, rubbing reassuringly at Yoongi’s bicep.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi. I know what promises I made and I stand by them.”

Yoongi nods, touching the hand on his arm briefly.

“I need to get back to the boys - make sure they’re not getting into any trouble.”

Jimin smiles and nods, jostling Byungwoo lightly, “We’ll be here.”

Yoongi's expression softens, eyes warm. He leans down to press a kiss to Byungwoo’s temple.

“I’ll bring the boys inside after a while - take your time looking around; this is your home now.”

Jimin nods. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Jimin smiles a little and the tips of Yoongi’s ears turn red. He nods and mutters “Okay.” again before heading out of the nursery and down the hall.

Jimin doesn’t watch him go, but he listens for Yoongi's footsteps as they fade away.

“Your father is a kind man.” Jimin whispers to Byungwoo. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

>>> Ch. 2

[whatsaudreythinkingabout]

i have a soup recipe that works well for me! it’s not very hard to make, everything’s puréed so texture shouldn’t be much of a problem, & it’s also got a fuckton of garlic in it for all my garlic girls if you’re worried about taste.

it started out as a recipe i found online for pastina soup, but i realized i liked the base of the soup on its own bc the pasta would get soggy if you kept it for too long. i’ll link the OG recipe at the end but anyways:

ingredients:

6 cups broth of your choice (ideally bone broth if you can afford it; it’s a little pricey but it’s worth it for all the nutrients you’re getting, there’s a few brands but kettle & fire has the most protein & least sodium. if not, chicken or vegetable broth can also work) (you can also adjust this depending on how thick or thin you want your soup to be)

1 whole onion (OG recipe calls for brown or yellow but you can use p much any variety)

2 large carrots

2 celery stalks

several cloves of garlic (OG recipe says 4 cloves but if there’s one thing i know it’s always add way more garlic than the recipe calls for, i sometimes use a whole bulb)

salt & pepper to taste (i use garlic salt; lawry’s is my go-to brand)

1/2 cup water (i like to use leftover pasta water for extra starch)

optional (from OG recipe):

pastina (this is only if you want to; i personally like just the broth bc the pasta gets mushy after a while if you keep it too long)

1 bay leaf (i personally like to add it but you do you)

1 parmesan rind (adds some extra umami to the broth)

my modifications (also optional):

1 leek (bc why not)

1 head roasted garlic (in addition to the other garlic; the more you chop garlic the more intense the flavor gets so the two different types of garlic give it a more complex flavor)

garnish with:

olive oil

grated parmesan

parsley

more salt & pepper

instructions:

if adding roasted garlic, prep this first; cook at 400°F for 30-40 mins so it’ll be ready by the time the soup is done simmering (how-to linked at end). save the chopped-off tips of the garlic (& any loose cloves) for the soup

rough chop your vegetables (carrots, onions, celery, not-roasted garlic, optional leek; this basically means chopped into big enough pieces that they can still be fished out later)

pour broth into soup pot on stove; add vegetables, salt, pepper, optional bay leaf/parm rind & simmer for 20 mins covered on medium-high heat.

kill the heat & transfer vegetables to blender w colander or slotted spoon; fish out optional bay leaf/parm rind & discard if used, add water & optional roasted garlic & blend until fully puréed. if you’re having trouble getting it completely smooth, start blending slower & gradually increase the speed.

pour blended veg back into broth, return heat, stir until fully combined & continue to season as needed. add pastina here if desired; bring soup to boil until al dente.

serve in bowls while hot, garnish as desired

enjoy! i also recommend serving with some good bread, sourdough or focaccia especially

the final product should look smth like this!

store any leftovers in the fridge; they should keep for about a week.

works cited:

original pastina recipe: https://cookingwithayeh.com/italian-pastina-soup/

how to roast garlic: https://www.simplyrecipes.com/recipes/roasted_garlic/

in addition, you also don’t have to eat it as soup! you can add it to sauces as an extra secret ingredient (smth i did with my mac & cheese when i had leftovers), or if it’s thick enough (adjusted so there’s more purée than broth) you can use it as a sauce on its own!

edit: EXTRA NOTE BC THIS IS IMPORTANT. if you have leftovers that you wanna reheat, HEAT IT ON THE STOVETOP. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT MICROWAVE IT. i say this bc 1. i brought some to my friend when she was sick & she said it made her (very small) apartment smell like shit for 2 days straight (even tho it smelled good in the fridge), and 2. when i did it (bc i was in a hurry to pack lunch before work) it gave it kind of a weird aftertaste.

i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.

[baenxietydad]

Swynrpwrimo Task #5 -- Family Ties One-Shot

[tracker]

Write a one-shot revolving around your character’s family, include 3 family members minimum. (This can include whatever your character’s definition of family is.)

Date: October 9th, 2004

Scene: Nemo's first birthday celebration in the Daegu pixie hollow on Biseulsan (Biseul Mountain)

Feat.: Song So-yeon (Mu-yeol's wife, Nemo's mother), Bae Tae-il (Mu-yeol's father), Kim Sae-ron (Mu-yeol's mother), Bae Su-mi (Mu-yeol's sister), Bae Won-shik and Bae Jun-ha (Mu-yeol's twin brothers), Song Soon-ja (So-yeon's sister), other extended family mentioned

PSA: I know Koreans do a big 100 days celebration for babies, I'm not entirely sure if the first birthday is as big of a deal. But in Korean fairy culture in the world of this rp, they make a huge deal out of both 100 days and 1 year, and the 1 year celebration is for both the baby and their parents.

Here's Nemo's lil baby hanbok :3 the phoenix is very important! and his parents' matching set

Mu-yeol held his breath as he gingerly placed the flower crown on the baby's head. Mu-yeol's mother had made matching flower crowns from marigolds (for babies born in October), red spider lily (a beautiful red autumn flower), and mugunghwa (for human Koreans, it is the national flower; for Koran fairies, it is a flower with spiritual importance) for her grandson and his parents, but getting Nam-min to wear it...that was a problem for Mu-yeol and So-yeon to solve. Kim Sae-ron had wrestled flower crowns onto all four of her children, she'd done her time.

So-yeon and Soon-ja watched over Mu-yeol's shoulder, vision partially obscured by his nervously fluttering blue wings, their hands clasped together as the sisters waited to see if the child would start wailing again.

Nam-min only kicked his feet and let out a singular grunt, and his parents and imo let out the breath they'd been holding.

"Okay, it seems like the diaper change did the trick." Mu-yeol said, his shoulders relaxing.

"I told you. I know my baby so well, don't I?" So-yeon said, stepping forward to poke Nam-min's little cheek. She smiled at Soon-ja, he younger sister, and gestured to her son. "Doesn't he look regal?"

"That's one word for it." Soon-ja said, smirking. It was always so funny to see babies in full formal dress. "He's lovely. And cute. But I'm not saying I ever want one of those things."

So-yeon laughed and adjusted the decoration in her sister's hair. "And I'm not saying you should get one. But if you ever did, I'll give you all of Nam-min's things. We're not having another."

Pregnancy had been hard on So-yeon. She'd been terribly sick the first four months but when that finally stopped, food didn't taste quite right, her feet always hurt, she couldn't sleep or sit comfortably, and she always felt like she had to pee but couldn't seem to empty her bladder. She would not be doing that again. Mu-yeol was incredibly lucky to get one child from her seeing as neither of them were even sure they wanted kids until she got pregnant. Their Nam-min was perfect, he was everything to them, but his parents were decidedly one-and-done.

"You're not?" Bae Jun-ha asked. Not that he cared, he just couldn't imagine not having siblings.

"Ma! Bae Jun-ha, do you know how much So-yeon and our mother had to suffer giving birth?" Mu-yeol hissed, slipping an arm around So-yeon's waist.

Kim Sae-ron laughed as she brought over a plate of colorful songpyeon to set on the table.

"You've trained my son well, I see."

"Ani." So-yeon held up her hands and shook them. "That's all him, eomeonim. He's a good husband all on his own. All of my married friends are jealous."

Bae Tae-il looked around the Bae family's home, at his four children, his brothers and their children, and noticed two people conspicuously missing. "So-yeon-ah. Where are your parents?"

Her face fell as she leaned over Nam-min to make sure his flower crown didn't slip. "Ah...eomma had court today. Couldn't be rescheduled. We'll do something with them tomorrow so they can see Nam-min before we take the train back to Seoul. Anyway. It doesn't matter, there's plenty of people here. Omo- Su-mi-yah, do you want help with that?"

Su-mi was struggling to light the fire, where they were to burn items that represented the challenges of the first year raising a child. That's part of why this celebration of a child's first year in pixie hollows was called a Phoenix Ceremony. The child's parents are, in a way, just beginning to rise from the ashes of a total upheaval (albeit a joyful one) of their lives that comes with a new baby, and the child was just beginning, nothing but a sapling in need of strength who would live to see a lot of joy but would eventually struggle too.

"Ma, noonaya! 만다꼬 (man-da-kko)?" Bae Won-shik said. "So-yeon noonim's sister is here. She's a fire fairy!"

Soon-ja giggled and joined Su-mi by the fire. Su-mi blushed, embarrassed she'd forgotten and was struggling in front of everybody.

*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.*~.

After the extended family had cleared out of the Bae family home, Bae Tae-il scooped little Nam-min up and walked over to where Mu-yeol and So-yeon were sitting.

"Answer honestly. Everyone else is gone." Tae-il said, smiling down at Nam-min. "How has the first year been?"

So-yeon shook her head. "Not as bad as everyone said it would be. Not in most ways. We definitely do feel the lack of a Hollow community though, and that makes some things harder. But not impossible."

Mu-yeol nodded in agreement. "He's a good baby, abeoji. He was harder on her before he was born than he is now. He settled into a good sleep routine within three months except for when he's teething."

Tae-il was silent as he gently removed Nam-min's flower crown. "Will you return to the Hollow?"

Mu-yeol sighed, about to start an argument, but So-yeon answered first.

"We're not sure. Personally, I miss it. I miss Daegu. Seoul is too busy, too crowded, too loud and bright. But I-- I like being able to control how often my mother sees Nam-min. She always brings up his wing." So-yeon pouted. "He'll be old enough to understand what she's saying one day."

"That's very fair. I only ask because...well, he gets bigger every time we see him." Tae-il said, chuckling and adjusting the baby in his arms. "You know you can ask us to come from Daegu anytime you need us. Don't let Mu-yeol tell you I won't."

"You hate going into human cities." Mu-yeol countered.

"But I'll do it for you, to help with him. It's important for new parents to have their Hollow around them, but So-yeon has school...so I can always come to you."

"Abeonim, thank you." So-yeon said, reaching for Nam-min.

"Don't thank me, you're my kids." Tae-il said, setting Nam-min in her arms. "He's an adorable baby. He takes after his mother."

So-yeon stuck her tongue out at Mu-yeol. "That's what I'm always saying!"

[fractallogic]

Now TOMORROW. We are being very intentional with the order we’re doing everything in.

We’re giving ourselves time to dawdle and get out of bed (but earlier than today)

We’re going to do the big anxiety things (what if I fuck up this paperwork. I am so behind on these contracts) EARLY, first thing in the day. The once those are done, immediately we’re taking a brain break for a solid two hours, minimum. (Also I did a bonus task today and put CLEAN SHEETS!! on the bed while I was already sweaty and tired from vacuuming! Which is great because the sheets can go in with the socks and underwear I didn’t fit into the laundry today, instead of me doing like a quarter load of laundry just so I have more clean socks for the week)

Then after the walk, we’re going to get inspired by reading this writing book and then spend just 30 min putting together however much of an outline we can put together for this section of the grant due on Tuesday for the class, and then we’re going to adjust and post the followup experiment

Once that’s done, it’s time for a reward dinner at my favorite Vietnamese place up the street because I will have done all essential tasks in the house for the weekend!! for the first time in a very long time!!

And not on the list because it’s not a must do tomorrow, but it’s definitely a please do soon, is to get Artemis a new cat bed, because her current one is. it’s so gross I don’t even want to put it in the washing machine. Our best baby cat deserves a nice clean bed. Honestly I should probably get her one of those closer storage boxes I have upstairs and a bunch of hand towels, because she seems to love napping in that box in the closet upstairs… but cmon, that’s not a bed

[yoonpobs]

back-burner | 02

some shine brighter than the rest but it gets dark sometimes

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister’s best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, heartache :(, academic/life insecurities, parents comparing you to your sibling

WORDS. 3.1k

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You stare at the screen, blank-faced and rather moody as you slump further in your seat.

Your parents can't be bothered to nag at your long face, and even if they did you wouldn't have listened anyway. It's not unusual for you to act up at an event you were unwillingly dragged to, especially when the said event was meant to celebrate the achievements of your ever-perfect older sister while you played the part of the black sheep of the family.

But you suppose completing her PhD at only twenty-six years old was a highly impressive feat that you couldn't even put be a Debby downer towards. Haerin worked hard and you witnessed all of her hard work with your own eyes. From pulling all-nighters and scheduling excessive meetings with her mentor—she's done everything at the top of her game, and it clearly paid off when her published works were used and praised by top universities across the world.

So when she walks up to the podium, back straight and a smile as wide as she was taught to have, you can't help but think how pretty damn cool she was. Even if you were begrudgingly compared to her every waking moment of your life.

Haerin is the poster image of elegance when she adjusts the collar of her blouse right before she beams at the crowd in front of her. When she skims the crowd, you briefly see her eyes rest on your family and that's when your mother decides to flail her arms around to catch her attention.

You sink further, burning at the embarrassment of suddenly being on the big screen. It's an odd look, you nearly scowling while your parents smile brightly in pride. You try to fix your face, but it's to no avail when you realise that you'll always look like a raging bitch no matter how hard you try.

When she speaks, her voice is smooth as honey and crystal as clear waters.

"Good afternoon to the dean, fellow academics, graduates and honourable guests," she recites gracefully with impeccable precision, never once looking down to her script.

You hear your mother choke on a sob as you try not to roll your eyes at her dramatics.

"It's an absolute honour to be standing on this stage and giving this speech to people that I've looked up to throughout my academic journey," she says, beaming to the Professor that helped her through her PhD who stands next to her before she's taking another deep breath.

"Often, we look up to people who have numerous awards and recognition under their name," she smiles, "But we tend to forget that these people—like me, and like you—are simply humans ..."

You know what Haerin is saying is probably some phenomenal, philosophical concept that has people oohing and ahhing alike, but you really couldn't be bothered to hear her wax poetic. After all, philosophy was her forte after she's dedicated her twenties to studying that field of study.

She says people clap, some cry, it's an average day witnessing Haerin's impact. You're more than used to seeing her be celebrated like she was a God amongst mere mortals, so used that you don't even notice the person that slides into the seat next to you.

"You look bored."

You blink, barely catching yourself as you turn your head to the source of the voice.

The words get stuck in your throat when you finally acknowledge your new guest, lips tilted slightly upwards as he levels you with an amused smile.

"I'm not," you say as you clear your throat, "Just tired."

"So, bored," he chuckles.

"At least I got here on time," you snap back, mostly in embarrassment at being called out.

Yoongi shoots you an unimpressed look before he's turning back to focus his attention on your sister who's still gathering her applause like it was nothing.

"You know I had a shift at the ER," he says pointedly.

"Yeah. So don't nag at me for things that are out of my control, okay?" you say with a roll of your eyes.

Yoongi smirks to himself before shaking his head.

"You're in a mood," he muses.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you mutter under your breath as you fold your arms across your chest. "I have to watch my older sister collect awards left and right like Thanos collects his infinity stones. How do you think I'd live up to that?"

Yoongi laughs, a little louder than you'd expected as you spot an elderly lady who glares at him. Your parents are way too focused on recording Haerin from every angle possible to greet your new guest so they don't even notice the sound coming from him.

Yoongi stays silent for a beat before he turns to you, face neutral as you shift nervously in your seat at the fact that you'd likely overshared.

"It's whatever, I'm just jo—"

"You don't have to live up to that," he finally says.

You blink, slowly turning your head to see Yoongi shrugging at you with an unreadable expression.

He's always been a little hard to understand, but he was understanding. You suppose you'd take what you could get.

"Easy for you to say," you snort, "You don't have a legacy to live up to."

"No, I don't," he grins, "But I know you."

You narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a reassuring look as if he was able to explain to you how he truly knew you.

Frankly, you didn't doubt him. Yoongi was one of the few people in your life who stuck around despite your erratic tendencies, or even when you were brattier than usual. Though you'd really like to attribute it to the fact that he was a nice person in general, or that he cared about you—you knew why he stayed as long as he did.

And that thought sends a bitter expression on your face.

"I don't think you do," you mumble, focusing back onto the stage where your sister seems to collect her umpteenth award for the day.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. The cheers grow louder, and you suppose Haerin had said something sensational once again when the audience stands up to give her a standing ovation. You wish you could feel bad that you missed out on the latter part of your speech, but you knew that people like her didn’t rely on luck to receive recognition. It was just her.

So, you stand up, plaster a tight smile that hides the inhibition that ferments in your chest and let the claps drown your thoughts.

Haerin smiles, and she looks as beautiful as ever. You look away.

“You made it!” Haerin’s voice is bell-like when she spots Yoongi hovering behind your parents who have already doused her in hugs and congratulations.

“Of course I did,” he returns with a roll of his eyes, but even then, his arms immediately reach out to wrap around her petite frame.

You force yourself to glance away when his eyes grow soft as she beams up at him with her charming smile.

“I know the hospital gets really busy this time—”

“Stop,” he sighs, shaking his head good-naturedly while you’re essentially forced to absorb their conversation like an outsider; stomach unsettled when her giggles melt perfectly along with his own laugh. “This is an important day for you. I’d never miss out on this.”

You’d like to think that you were relatively good at shielding your emotions. You survived twenty-two years by suppressing the anger that bubbled for whatever reason because Haerin was out there achieving greatness. When you were in a household that only valued excellence, anything but that was sourly shoved aside.

But now, your face is tight. Tighter than usual, at least. It’s to a point that your mother sends you a scowl, a warning in her eyes when she looks over at you.

Don’t ruin this for Haerin, it says.

Before you can excuse yourself, your father’s resounding voice cuts through the atmosphere.

“Yoongi’s always taking good care of you, Haerin,” he says fondly, smoothing a hand over your sister’s hair while her eyes grow into crescents at his statement.

“He is,” she agrees softly.

“It’s nothing,” Yoongi chuckles, pulling away so your sister can fully settle into the embrace of her father while he smiles proudly at her.

You wonder what it’s like. To have eyes on you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky.

Instead, your eyes drift to the dirt beneath you.

“He’d be a good husband,” your mother whispers, nudging Haerin as her face flushes in mortification.

You bite your tongue, swallowing the bile that threatens to spill out of your throat at the idea.

It wasn’t a new one, but it’s one that you can never grow used to. Not when it was so possible, and so expected. It’s only a harsh reminder that whatever you were feeling would always be shielded anyway. Especially when it wasn’t your emotion to feel, to express.

Not when Haerin and Yoongi were the pair made in heaven.

“Mom!” she hisses, right before offering Yoongi an apologetic smile.

He doesn’t even bat an eye. He simply smiles at her, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t bother him. You nearly scoff because it definitely didn’t. Why would that bother him? Haerin was perfect. It makes perfect sense.

They were perfect for each other.

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, and it’s commonplace that you’ve yet to utter a single word in Haerin’s presence. The limelight is always on the one that offers substance, not the one misguided and misdirected. You don’t mind the disregard; you were used to it.

But the tenderness in Yoongi’s gaze is hard to get used to.

“Anyway,” she coughs, shaking your father’s grip off before she’s grinning widely at you. “You’re here too!”

Haerin has always been kind.

She’s someone that all sorts of parents use as a role model for their own kids. Study hard so you can be as intelligent as Haerin. Mind your manners so you can be as classy as Haerin. Do this, do that—so you can be like Haerin.

It was you that held the animosity.

“Of course,” you mumble, offering her a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes before she’s tumbling into your chest.

You’re taller, but that never negates her presence. The way she takes up space in all the right ways, with her brightness and her charm that could captivate anyone.

You had the height, but you were only half the person Haerin could ever be.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispers, grabbing onto your shoulder when she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

“Why wouldn’t I,” you mutter, stiffly patting her back.

“You’re busy, I know.” You nearly roll your eyes because she was the one with a PhD. Not you.

“Not really,” you concede, and you note the bored expressions that mark your parents’ face.

You don’t even want to see what Yoongi thinks.

Haerin pulls away just enough to shoot you another smile. You wonder what it’s like to truly look so happy all the time. You suppose when you don’t have to pretend it’s much easier to smile the way Haerin does.

“You’re working with grassroots aren’t you?” she asks cheerily, and you’re mildly surprised that she remembered.

“Uh, yeah but—”

“Haerin! We want some pictures out front of you!” Your mother interjects, immediately pulling your sister away as she yelps at the sudden force.

Your face returns to its stoic state, not the least bit surprised that your parents were disinterested in hearing your involvement in grassroots. It wasn’t the elite thing to do. They always made a stern reminder to you to keep their names out of the loop when you were working with activists across districts.

So when Haerin offers you a pout and an apologetic expression, you only shrug before you’re pulling away yourself.

Your parents don’t shoot you another glance before they’re dragging Haerin away, animatedly discussing her offers from top firms that valued her publications.

Only then, do you remember that Yoongi still remains silent. It’s almost humiliating that he’s witnessed that exchange, but it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. And you know that he’s witnessed the worst moments, but the reminder never failed to sting.

It’s because the light shines so bright on Haerin that he may just get lost in your darkness.

“That’s cool.”

His voice interjects just as you turn on your heel, stopping you from moving any further as your eyes rest on the path before you.

You don’t say anything, and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“Haerin always tells me about what you do,” he says, walking up to your side until he’s directly in front of you that you can’t ignore his presence. When you look up, Yoongi still looks monotone, but his eyes are still kind. And they’re trained on you. “You’re a driven person.”

That makes you scoff.

“You’re really going to tell me that after you just saw my sister receive her PhD?” you say dryly.

He frowns. “That doesn’t make you any less driven of a person.”

You note that he doesn’t even compare you to her. It sends a warm feeling to your stomach.

But reality hits, and you suppose it’s because you couldn’t compare yourself to Haerin when she was in a league of her own.

“You don’t need to comfort me, okay?” you sigh, “I’m used to it. My parents love what Haerin does and it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it’s easier to get away with working with activists when they aren’t all up in my business anyway.”

Your words earn a small twitch from Yoongi’s lips, and you’re wondering what he finds so funny.

You realise that Yoongi tends to find a lot of the things you say amusing. You weren’t even that much of a funny person. You were far more boring than your sister, so you genuinely wonder what runs through his mind.

Before you can pose the question, he shrugs with a gentle shake of his head.

“I’m not comforting you,” he says pointedly, raising a brow at you when you snort at him.

“Could’ve fooled me with the unwarranted pity party you were throwing me with your eyes,” you say, narrowing your gaze at him.

Yoongi laughs, shoulder shaking before he peers down at you with his cheeks rounded in amusement. You hate that your heart still stutters in your chest even after everything you’ve witnessed. Even when you vividly picture how right his arms looked around your sister.

“I called you driven and now it’s a pity party?” he laughs, hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder as you nearly jump at the contact. “You really need to fix your comprehension skills.”

It’s light-hearted, and you’re used to Yoongi poking fun at you. You were virtually the only person you’ve ever seen him truly joking with, not even with your sister.

Haerin was more mellowed down, less crass than you were. So the time for jokes was, well, there were definitely jokes but you don’t think (or know) if she and Yoongi have laughed until they cried.

You know you have, but you don’t sign off that possibility. There were things that Haerin and Yoongi did in private that you never allow yourself to indulge in.

Your heart would never survive.

“Maybe you’re just bad at getting things across,” you retort.

He smiles. “Maybe. But I meant what I said.”

“I fail to see how me working grassroots who have volunteers from all over makes me driven,” you mumble.

Yoongi stares at you a second longer than you anticipated. And you find yourself squirming under his gaze.

His eyes are always intense, even when you know that there was no malice underneath his irises. Yoongi was naturally just an all-in person that made it very hard to breathe around him. Especially when you knew that he was observant and could pick apart almost what anyone was thinking.

Sometimes, you were terrified that he saw right through your emotions.

“People have different modes of transport in getting to where they belong in life,” he says.

You blink, furrowing your eyebrows at him, confused. “What?”

He glances to the side, stuffing his hands into his pocket as a small smile appears on his usually blank face.

He looks stunning this way, jaw chiselled and emphasised by the natural light and the way that his forehead remains exposed with his hair styled back. It’s devastating, but you can’t help but stare.

“We all have different starting points and different endpoints,” he says matter-of-factly, “Some people are good drivers—so they take cars. Metaphorically, at least.”

“Yoongi, what are you even saying,” you deadpan.

He ignores you and continues.

“Some people don’t feel comfortable driving, so they take buses, or bicycles, or even go by foot. Or have people drive them places.” His voice is smooth when he carries forward, and you’re still lost at the point he’s attempting to make. You wonder if this is the influence of Haerin’s philosophical knowledge.

“Different modes of transport means taking different routes. A car can’t travel in water, and a plane can’t park in a garage—they all essentially serve their own purpose effectively in the medium that they were made to serve it in.”

You’ve always known Yoongi to be extremely introspective, but you’ve never heard him wax poetic about transportation vehicles before.

But as always, you listen. You always do, especially if it’s him that’s speaking.

Finally, he looks at you, and your heart nearly lurches out of your chest when his eyes soften at your gaping expression.

“Point is, we’re all driving to our own destination points, and each journey is unique to each person,” he says softly as your breath hitches.

“But I’m no Haerin,” you mumble quietly, finally speaking and finally understanding what Yoongi was getting at.

“You aren’t,” he concedes as you feel your heart drop. But he picks it up immediately with his reassuring grin and the hand that smoothes over your hair comfortingly. “You don't have to be.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“So don’t knock yourself down just because you’re heading in a different direction than she is,” he says, “You’re driven. And you’re doing great in what you do. That’s all that matters.”

When he looks at you once more, eyes honest and pure with his hand resting over your head—

You realise that Yoongi does know you.

But perhaps, it isn’t enough.

[misty-caligula]

I think you’re right, and I think I know why.

It’s a pilot episode, it’s meant to throw AS MUCH stuff at you AS FAST as possible with absolutely zero chill. Every second in a pilot you waste is a chance that your audience will abandon you, that you won’t be picked up, that you’re gonna die out there, so you gotta bring EVERYTHING and make every damn connection you can to really sell what you’ve got.

The episode introduces SO MUCH stuff, so many characters, THREE whole timelines, and swaps in between them at breakneck speed.

First timeline: 1996 pre-crash, doing a lot of work very fast to set up who these people are and why you care. Practically ALL the plot and real character work of the episode takes place here. It’s really simple stuff, here’s the characters, their relationships, their cliques, here’s why/how they get on the plane. It’s VERY straightforward to give you some stability to hold onto, something familiar, because everything else is going to just be questions and chaos.

Second timeline: 2021, setting up the big 4, their general life-paths, some hints about what they’ve been up to, what lies beneath, personality traits, and asks some really big questions: are these the only ones left? Why are they seperated from each other? Where are/what happened to the rest? How were they rescued? What REALLY happened in the wilderness? Who’s blackmailing them? Why? What’s the deal with Jessica? Why does Nat have a gun? What’s her mission? Why is she stalking Misty? etc etc etc etc. The pilot provides almost no plot at all for the adults, it’s just throwing questions at you thick and fast, to get you curious.

Third timeline: 1997/8 winter, the hunt. A glimpse of the teen’s future, a promise of where the show is going (they throw a HUGE throw in the pilot that they can’t walk back, we’re on this train and this is where it leads), a suggestion of the horror of the future and also a tiny bit of the answer of “What REALLY happened out there in the wilderness?” But it’s actually only part of the answer because once you know it the next obvious question is “What the fuck, why the fuck, how the fuck???” Stay tuned and we’ll tell you. Also it recontextualises the adults and hints at how they got from teen to now, how they got warped, but also makes you question your budding empathy towards them. It makes you feel conflicted about them and even more curious, want answers that much more. It’s a great way of giving a partial answer to lead to greater investment.

In terms of how they cut between the three timelines, they’re making a real point here. The first is: Shauna’s really boring life. Her 1996 happy/exciting/dramatic teen times keep hardcutting to her doing boring housework, she’s clearly incredibly bored and unhappy. I mean the literal first thing she’s doing is masturbating to a Jeff facsimile (not Jeff for Jeff as she has, but Jeff as he was, the forbidden fruit, the guy she stole, the connection to Jackie), she’s basically living in the past. Cutting from Shauna and Jeff in the car to her killing the rabbit is a strong allusion to her ruthlessness, and kinda meant to show that she was always like that. The whole thing with the safe and the journals and Jessica asking questions has her thinking a lot about the whole time, and she’s thinking about how they got there on the plane. Almost every single adult scene til 50 mins in is just Shauna. Tai gets a little tiny bit, showing how seemingly well adjusted she is and would make a terrible pov character for this episode, because she’s so tightly in control and doesn’t give away as much as Shauna does. So we get a glimpse of her and the way that the questions keep following them all around even 25 years later, and how used to it she is. Then the two of them meet up to talk and we get a bit more info, and our two pov characters are united.

Nat to this point has been almost completely absent, at least in the adult timeline. But her scenes are utterly pivotal to the episode because she is our connection to the third timeline. I think that this choice is absolutely deliberate because Shauna has to be relatable, as someone who is like... as far as we know... blameless. Like it’s ~implied~ that she’s done some bad shit in her time, but the pilot wants us to think that some people are gentler than others, and Shauna’s meant to be our good nice pov friendly face. So she CAN’T be the one connected to the hunt, we can’t admit she was there. So we introduce Nat.

Nat’s lost in the past the same way Shauna is, but is clearly deeply damaged by it. When she’s at the rehab centre and it cuts to the hunt, there’s only a handful of characters there. The person holding up pit girl, the person who slits her throat, and the person directing it. It’s heavily implied that one of those is Nat, and probably the one with the big fur mask because she’s getting all the attention from the camera. Adult Nat is lost in it, she’s got that thousand yard stare, then she shows us how much work she’s done to come back from there. It’s partially a “wtf” moment and also a grounding one of saying this was a traumatic thing, and we still love Nat because she’s handling her shit. Then she’s standing by the fire and the motif of the fire connects to the council sitting around waiting for the meat. It’s not QUITE a premonition, but thematically it connects, and again, Nat’s the pov for the hunt to keep things consistent. Also Misty’s there, to remind us that she exists because she’s barely in this episode.

Then we have the car with the gun. This is a red herring, it encourages us to think of Nat as a fundamentally dangerous person, that she’s def the fur mask girl, that she’s on a mission to do real damage to someone, and we should probably be scared of her. She says she’s going to meet up with some old friends, cut to the council, and we think “Oh, okay so she’s going to what, hunt them all down for what they did? That’s a compelling idea.” And again the focus is on fur mask girl. Nat’s bringing the food to the rest, maybe she’s been like... forced into it or something? Good guy Nat is still quite a possibility, maybe she’s the one we’re meant to root for, to feel sympathy for.

Finally we cut to Misty. Wow, Misty’s alive, cool! It’s ... kinda odd that Misty’s here though, she’s BARELY even a character in 1996 and it’s kind of easy to think of her as one of the minor background ones like Mari or Akilah. Then... Oh my god Misty’s SECRETLY EVIL! No wonder Nat’s going to hunt her down. We watch Nat stalking her and it feels like, okay here’s a solid grip on the hunt. Nat was made to be part of this thing, she oversaw the hunt, the butchery, then provided the meat to the council. Maybe Misty was the antler queen? Maybe she was secretly in charge the whole time!

Only... we cut back and find out that fur mask girl is MISTY?? What? But Nat’s been connected to this the WHOLE TIME, she’s been flashing back to scenes with fur mask girl the whole time... That means... Nat’s a real PART of this. She’s actively part of the butchery, either holding the rope or the knife, and now she’s part of the council and now she’s enthusiastically eating pit girl, and now Misty’s smiling... What the fuck is going on? (Watch and find out!)

By keeping Nat as the primary connection to the hunt and then flipping it to add in Misty at the last moment it grounds the whole story, encourages you to connect to the hunt itself, raises a bunch of questions about it, and sets up any number of reasons why Nat might be hunting Misty. It reinforces that Misty’s the bad guy (a huge misdirect that’s really sold by the hunt smile), makes you wonder why Shauna and Tai seem so well adjusted, given that you realise they’re ALSO part of the council (Shauna’s connected to the scene in the aftermath by reading about it in her journal to reinforce that she was there and her stressed out conversation with Tai at the diner implicates Tai as well), and makes it very clear why they cannot and will not talk about what REALLY happened in the wilderness.

And now that everything’s set up and you have like, a thousand questions we finally get to the plane crash, and begin the actual story.

sooo i don't know if this means anything but i was rewatching the pit girl scenes for fic purposes and in my scrubbing through the pilot to find them i realized something i never had before, which is that every SINGLE cut to a pit girl scene (other than the opening scene of course) is a cut away from natalie...

first scene

natalie going to group at rehab / pit girl being dragged and butchered (the dialogue before the scene change is natalie, time for group)

second scene

natalie at the kegger on LSD / the first glimpse of the ritual meal (this transition had always fascinated me because it is set up to insinuate that young natalie might be hallucinating misty AND because the transition to the wilderness scene is very smooth compared to the others, blurring time more than usual because young natalie hasn't BEEN there yet, she can't be remembering it, yet it looks like we're in her head a little bit); before the scene change natalie says misty?

third scene

natalie getting her car and her rifle from storage / the presentation of the food (the dialogue before the scene change is i wasn't sure how i'd feel, but i think it'll be good to reconnect with some old friends)

fourth scene

natalie watching misty leave work / the aftermath of the ritual (plus flashes of what we saw earlier in these scenes and the actual eating) and a wide shot to establish the setting

bonus round (because i was already there screenshotting and it sort of interested me) everything we cut to after each pit girl scene and the dialogue immediately following it

jessica roberts interviewing allie

allie: i'll never forget the day i heard their plane had gone missing. i mean, that could've been me.

jessica: would you say you were close with any of the girls on the team?

natalie in group

counselor: remember, anger can be good.

jeff driving jackie and shauna home from the kegger

jackie: turn on port monmouth, it's faster.

misty at work

misty: happy friday, mrs. degenaro. time for your meds. we been a good girl today?

shauna reading her journals (in her bunny pajama bottoms which clearly aren't featured in this shot but do make me insane so i can't help but mention them)

no dialogue / snippets of shauna's journal flash

[theneondemonx]

MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

[mackenzielovee]

Hi! Can I please request a fluffy blurb #6: 'best I ever had'. Where, one day rafe is just staring at the reader in awe and says that shes the best hes ever had, and she thinks he means seggsually but he really means, like in general coz no ones ever made him feel so loved and validated and he tells her he loves her for the first time. (I had more but I forgot lol. Or is this enough??). Thanks xx. Btw, love your writing.

a/n: hey bestie! I wrote this in like 15 min so hopefully you like it lol i love this idea when i read it i had to write it right away! ily thanks for your support!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 944

my writing

best i ever had - rafe cameron

"Is this real life?"

You turn your head and look up to your boyfriend of four months, his chest sending vibrations through your temple as he speaks. Your naked bodies are tangled under the sheets, his cheeks still slightly red from how hard he worked to get you to come twice in twenty minutes. You laugh and lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"That good, huh?" you smirk at him, watching a grin grow across his lips.

"Well, yeah," he blushes, "But that's not what I'm talking about."

You furrow your eyebrows and adjust your body so you're more comfortable, your chin resting on his sternum so you can stare up at him. The movement and the look on your face is enough to get this man hard again.

"Then what?" you ask.

He picks up a strand of your long hair and twirls it around his fingers, watching it spring and then fall back to your shoulder.

"It's silly," he teases you, bringing his eyes down to meet yours. You smile at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"Tell me anyway," you insist.

Rafe pauses, bringing his hand over to your shoulder now. He uses the base of his pointer finger to trace around the skin on your shoulder and back, loving the feeling of your soft skin running underneath his fingers. His favorite thing is knowing that he's the only person who gets touch every square inch of your body.

"I just," he hesitates, then decides to continue when he sees your puppy dog eyes, "You know, the sex is amazing and everything, and I know it's the best sex I've ever had-"

"Me, too," you agree, "But it seems like you really hyped up that statement just to say that."

Rafe shakes his head, almost as if he's still trying to figure out what he wants to say. You decide you won't interrupt him anymore, because he's clearly trying to find the right words to express how he feels.

"And," he speaks up after a second,"I just feel amazing when I'm with you. You know, I have trouble with my family and shit so when you come over here, I just feel... better. I feel like I finally have someone who actually loves me for me, you know?"

Your eyes flicker up to his quickly, trying to see if he realizes what he had just said. It takes him a second, but then he looks up to you in sheer panic. You two have not even said the big L word to each other, and now he's just casually mentioning it in a sentence. Of course, you love him. But you've been too afraid to say anything about it because you haven't been sure how he feels.

"I, um," Rafe tries to figure out how to cover up what he had blurted, "Babe, I... you know what? Fuck it."

You move off of him as he sits up, pulling you into his lap. Naturally, you straddle him and grab onto the sides of his face, staring into his eyes as he finally says the words you've been dying to hear.

"I love you, all right? Is that okay? I mean, it fucking better be okay. I just know I love you because of the way you make me feel. And I've never felt that with anyone in my life, okay? I feel safe with you and you always seem to know what to say, and-"

"Rafe," you stop his babbling, "It's okay."

He takes a deep breath and nods his head. He swallows down his worries about you not loving him back by the way you haven't gone running away from him.

"Is it okay if I love you, too?" you tease him, smiling widely at him when he grins.

"Yeah, that would be okay," he nods, but really, his heart is doing cartwheels in his chest.

"I'm really glad about that," you laugh, feeling his lips as they begin to attack your cheeks, neck, and lips with kisses.

"God, I love you," he whispers against your skin, "Thank you, baby."

"For what?" you ask him, relaxing into the feeling of his lips attached to the skin on your neck.

"Validating me. Loving me. Wanting me," he lists off, leaving a kiss on your neck after each one.

You can't help but feel your insides turn, in a good way, at his words. He's making you wet again, and he knows it. But he can't help it. He just loves you so much.

"I have never felt this way about another person on the planet. And I never want to," he tells you once he moves up to look at you again.

"Me neither," you nod.

You shift your weight on him and suddenly you can feel him on your leg, getting hard. You smirk at him, watching his cheeks redden once again. To retaliate, he silently snakes his fingers down below the sheets and into your center, smiling at you when he feels how wet you are again.

"Hmm," he hums, "Seems like we both have a problem the other can solve."

You laugh and lean forward, giving him a kiss, "Seems like we should get to work then."

Rafe grins triumphantly as he tosses you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He quickly throws the sheets away and buries his face in your neck, kissing your sweet spot and making you moan.

"Round two it is," he whispers in your ear, and then adds, "I love you."

You smile and say it back just before he enters you, and somehow, you know this is where you belong for the rest of your life.

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