#it'll be nice to read through any asks i may get on my break and when i get home :D

[ask-my-memoir]

???: "Something you want?"

A lone Zoroark seems to have been busy working away and has stopped for a quick break. It appears he has noticed you.

Why not inquire about his activities?

[book-place]

Holiday Hero

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: Hey can I pls request some platonic angst/comfort with Damian wayne(it'll take place at a classroomparty before you both go on Christmas break)? You and Damian go to the same school, gotham academy. During the party, you handed him a gift wrapped in Christmas wrapping with a batman and snowflake design (your a close friend with the waynes and you know about their identities, so this is basically a way of teasing him). When he opened it, he was met with a beautiful custom necklace from an expensive brand he loves. He audibly gasped in surprise as his eyes sparkled at the gift. He turned the pendant around to see words etched in the middle that read "my hero" in bold letters. He was so happy! He felt like he just might cry. It was already the end of the day and you where walking home together since your houses where close to each other, he noticed you seemed a little sad and upset. "Yn, are you ok?" He asked you in a worried tone. "Damian... there's something you need to know". You stopped walking, causing him to do the same, as you turned over to him and confessed that you where moving schools. He was so sad that he nearly cried a second time right in front of you. You had been his closest friend for nearly 7 years, and now your leaving. He felt so numb yet so sad. He hadn't even noticed the tears running downs his face and Alfred's shocked face as he greeted him at the door.Sorry if this doesn't make much sense lol. Have a good day!

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: You presented Damian with a gift before giving him the heartbreaking news

A/N: Welcome to day 6 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“It is about time,” Damian complained flatly with an eyeroll, closing the door to leave behind the baked goods and holiday music.

“Oh, come on!” You complained playfully, “You’re telling me that you really didn’t enjoy any of the party?”

“Of course not,” He scoffed, “Having a holiday celebration before break is completely useless to me.”

A small laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes teasingly, “Only you would say that I suppose.” Your eyes then lit up, “Oh, that reminds me!”

As the two of you walked out the doors of Gotham Academy, you flipped your backpack around your shoulder and began rifling through.

Everyday for as long as you could remember, you and Damian had walked home together after school. Rain or shine, snow or storm.

For the first couple of years, an adult or one of his brothers would be there to accompany the two of you, but as you got older, you were able to do it yourselves.

The two of you had been best friends for seven years, ever since you met in school, and had been inseparable all the while.

“Voila!” You exclaimed, presenting a gift bag.

His eyebrows shot up a bit in surprise as he hesitantly took it from your outstretched arm, “I thought we agreed that presents were childish and a waste of time?”

You rolled your eyes playfully again, “No, Dami, you were the one that agreed to that, not me.”

“But… I didn’t get you anything.” He spoke.

You waved your hand, as if clearing the air from his question, “I don’t want you to get me anything… I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

With slightly less hesitation, he looked down at the bag, only to shoot his head back up with a glare as you doubled over laughing, stumbling a little bit in your steps along the sidewalk.

Displayed on the front of the bag was a picture of a bat that you had cut out and glued on, a subtle teasing to him and his family’s secret lives.

Though there was a look of annoyance on his face, there was the slightest hint of softness that only those closest to him would ever be able to see, like you.

Carefully, he pushed aside the tissue paper and gently picked up a box from within.

After shooting one last glance at your eager face, he slowly opened the box, and even he couldn’t stop the slight gasp that left his lips at what he saw.

There, laid a pendant from one of his favorite- very expensive- stores.

As delicately as he could, he raised the jewelry and turned it over. And what he saw, made his eyes tear up the tiniest bit.

On the back of the pedant, there was an engraving that read: بطلي.

It meant ‘My hero’ in Arabic, which is what he was to you. A hero.

“T-thank you.” He choked out, being at a loss for any other words.

You smiled sadly at him, turning your head back forward and continuing your trek home.

Automatically noticing your change in demeanor, he cleared his throat and turned slightly more serious, “What is it? What is wrong?”

You glanced at him, unshed tears resting in your eyes, not leaving no matter how hard you tried to make them.

The two of you were right in front of where you lived.

“Y/n,” He spoke, worry seeping into his tone, “Are you alright?”

“Dami… I have to tell you something,” You admitted, gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, “I… my parents… we’re moving out of Gotham.”

Damian froze in his steps, causing you to stop and look back at him with those same sad eyes, the ones that he hated.

“What do you mean?” He demanded, as if you weren’t clear enough.

You sighed and took a step towards him, “Dami-“

He took a jerking step back, though, eyes alight with rage and confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not my decision, Dami.” Your voice was pleading. You were begging him to understand, “My parents both got job offers outside of the city that they couldn’t refuse.”

The boy shook his head back and forth violently, denial written all over his features.

Your heart broke a little bit at the sight of the cold, closed off boy trying to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving, the unshed tears in his eyes said it all.

With a little bit more hesitation, you tried again to take a step towards him, only for him to flinch away once more.

You looked at him with sad eyes and softly said, “I’m sorry, Dami.” Before turning on your heel and walking into your home, leaving your best friend standing on the sidewalk, frozen in shock.

It took him a while to finally snap out of it enough to continue the rest of his journey home, and when he did, his hands were shaking too much to even use the key to open the manor doors.

So he stood there for a few moments after ringing the doorbell once, and Alfred came to the door in curiosity before confusion took over at the sight of the youngest boy in the home with tear stained cheeks and a necklace grasped tightly in his hand.

-•-

It had been three days since the heartbreaking news had reached Damian, and he hadn’t seen you since that day.

“Cheer up, Demon Brat.” Though the words were harsh, Jason really was trying to make his brother feel better, “It’s Christmas.”

“Christmas is a childish concept.” Damian mumbled back on instinct from all the petty arguments he had with you over the past month.

His family all shared worried glances around the room, no longer knowing what they could do to cheer the poor boy up. He had never been like this.

The doorbell suddenly rang, bouncing in and out of all the rooms in the house.

“I’ll get it,” Damian quietly murmured, slipping out of the room to get away from his family's pitying gazes.

He opened the door with a sour look on his face, only for it to disappear the second he saw you standing there on his porch, tears springing into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Damian.” You whispered before leaping into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

This time, there was no flinching away as Damian wrapped his arms around you in return, a couple loose tears sliding down his face.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered back.

“My parents changed their mind,” You let out a watery chuckle as you grasped onto his shirt like a lifeline, “We’re not moving.”

The boy could have wept tears of joy right then and there. You, his best friend, was not in fact leaving him.

He couldn’t have asked for a better gift.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 5/6

Just like John Cusack, hoo hoo hoo is a universal constant.

I was so excited for her conversations :( And thank you very much! This comic's a slippery one, but that's part of the fun!

I do like the idea of pairing every Homestuck ship with a political ideology. It'd be the perfect storm of discourse, from about five directions at once!

Thank you! I don't think I'll even be in the country for my birthday this time around, so it'll be a quiet celebration.

I think it could still fit as a kismesissitude, even if they aren't all that unfriendly with each other. After all, Karkat's antagonism towards John is only skin-deep, and wears off fast.

FEFERI: There's no reason to be scared! They are not as terrible as they look. FEFERI: When Derse is destroyed, I am going to go to sleep and prove it. FEFERI: I will prove it to you, and to them as well. KARKAT: THEM? FEFERI: Our new friends! [...]

Oh, that does make more sense. Dang, I really liked the idea that the Horrorterrors were scared of Players.

Karkat made S-Tier for a reason. He's on fire this Act, and it's been great to watch!

You don't even get to examine your surroundings!!

I'm even more glad now that I'm using Homestuck Collection. It's clear that I'd have missed a lot without it, and it's a sad state of affairs that the comic's official website seems to butcher it so badly. Definitely recommend checking out the Collection, if just to play the walkarounds yourself!

Underutilized aspects of the trolls: Feferi Edition! [...] I do have to say that, when I think about her, I don't generally remember the Horrorterror connection. But Gl'bgolyb is a Horrorterror, after all. Feferi may be legitimately bubbly and sweet, but of the two races she is meant to unite, it might just be the Horrors and Humans. She's an eldritch Disney princess. Remember that now. ~LOSS (19/5/23)

Does that make Gl'bgolyb her Fairy Elder Godmother?

Ugh, tell me about it. It looks normal when the post is in my drafts, but breaks when I publish it.

I could go back and fix each post manually, but I don't have the time or the patience. Maybe I'll write a script to do it when I release Wertsearch: The Director's Cut.

Thanks! I've had Cat send a transcript over, and I've been copying it for quotes. There was a risk of mild spoilers if I accidentally read ahead, but if it means I can stop quoting entire conversations manually, I'll happily take that chance.

Damn it! There goes my Sollux Was Swapped At Birth theory.

I like these ideas! It's fun to speculate about what our species 'thing' would be, since we don't have any alien species to compare ourselves to IRL.

The idea of NPCs as Player templates is awesome, too. That implies an absolutely wild session in Sburb's past, featuring the Sleuths, the Midnight Crew and the Exile squad as Players.

What would Sburb even look like without Carapacians? Would the chess match in Skaia still exist, just without sentient pieces? I kind of love this idea.

Yeah, it's always nice when a story's really kicked into gear.

Beginnings and endings are difficult, and I usually enjoy the middle of a story more than either. By my count, we're about one-third of the way through Homestuck, and it's definitely found itself.

Thanks! I have a couple of ideas about which of my ships will be supported by canon, and which won't - but we shall see what develops. The comic might surprise me!

Canon Equius design.

It's a big question, and I don't know if I can fully answer this one, given how much of Sburb is still shrouded in mystery.

That said, the first thing I'd change is how Players are assigned. Instead of creating people who have no choice but to participate, I'd look for volunteers in the planets I've seeded. If Players have to be born in the Veil, then those volunteers would have their timelines rewritten, retroactively turning them into meteor babies - but only after they've volunteered for the role.

Also - does a session have to destroy the planet it's seeded on? If it was me in charge, I'd redirect the Reckoning's portals somewhere else. Literally anywhere else, actually. As far as I can tell, the only reason they were pointed towards Earth in the first place was for thematic reasons. The Sallyverse has different themes.

Yep. No special reason why - I've just been pretty busy lately, especially on the weekends. They've also been rolling over onto Mondays more often, too.

I get to 'em when I get to 'em - but I always get to them in the end.

Ooh, that's a deep cut. Possibly coincidental, but I wouldn't be too sure - I wouldn't put anything past Hussie.

I've heard of Higurashi, but I know very little about it. It is my tenuous understanding that it's a murder mystery starring several wealthy families - or is that its sister story, Umineko?

I don't want to look them up, because I might actually check them out at some point, and it is apparently very important to go in unspoiled. Potential future liveblog material, indeed.

I've speculated that the Knight is a protector class - and maybe Knights also protect themselves, hiding behind a particular trait or emotion which serves as their 'shield'.

Puréed puppet, unfortunately.

Now that I've seen all the troll typing quirks, I'm pretty sure I've actually encountered some of these people in the wild! I've definitely seen Terezi's leetspeak, or something very similar, on an anime forum or two.

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Ch 10

Chapter 11

Every Stitch

The Vibe:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio)

What time is it?

I check my phone and it's 7:55 pm "Fuck" I curse at myself. I decided a couple of hours ago to give up on trying to read my mother's books until I met up with Steven later. Instead, I took some time to relax and watched some Netflix... I may have eaten 2 slices of week-old pizza too

I grab an oversized Vegeta t-shirt and half-tuck it into a pair of jeans. Quickly I scan myself in the mirror putting my braids half up in a bun and wiping away any pizza crust from my face. I slide on a pair of sneakers, grab my sling ring and open a portal to their place. I take the two books in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and step through closing the portal behind me.

Steven was in his little kitchen cooking something on the stove, wearing an apron and a pair of dark jeans. That was it no shirt, no shoes; it was quite the sight. His dark curly hair fell nicely on the side of his face, sometimes I forget how fine they are.

I drop the books on his bed and walk up to him, "What's for dinner love?" I ask

"Matzah Ball soup" he smiles," Here, set the table you're just in time." I do as he says and grab a couple of plates and utensils. After setting the table I have a seat while Steven serves our plates and takes the seat next to me. "Eat up," he says

I take a bite and almost cry, "Steven this is amazing."

"Thank you" he blushes," It's not as good as I remember; we used to make this with our Mother and brother. Brings good memories." he smiles, "Alright fill me in, the old fashion way. Your Memory Transference gives us a headache, besides I like hearing your voice."

I can't help but smile, he's incredibly sweet. For the next 20 min, I fill him in on what I can, leaving out all the parts involving Namor and the Talokans. I won't go into too much detail as I'm still processing but I give him all the important bits.

"Are you okay? You seem out of it." Steven placed his hand on mine

I sigh, "I will be you know? Got a lot to process. I left out a few details of the trauma." I laugh "Um I also kind of met someone. It's REALLY complicated and new, nothing's labeled officially I think? I don't know." I laugh nervously, "He's honestly quite sweet, I'd tell you more but I would be breaking a pretty important promise."

"That was extremely vague" He laughs, "But I'm happy for you"

"So tell me about Layla?" I ask

"Not much to tell. Marc called her and asked if she wanted to get dinner with us and talk. She agreed, so hopefully, all goes well. We're nervous"

"Don't be, you'll be fine. Bring her flowers it'll help break the tension."

"I don't know, I don't think she like flowers" he begins

"Let me stop you there young Padawan. Women love flowers. We don't say anything because we don't want to have to ask for them. That's like rule number one"

"Duly Noted" he laughs "thank you, Mills."

"No problem" I smile," Steven I don't think I can focus on anything until you put a shirt on."

He laughs at me and nods his head. I get up and clear the table while Steven grabs a shirt to put on and looks at the books on the bed, "So are these them?"

"Yes," I say walking over to him, "I can only make out certain words, makes no sense to me"

Steven inspects both books, looking at the bind and the pages trying to read the writing, "I'm honestly lost too. It's all gibberish."

"That's because it's written in the elder gods' native tongue," Khonshu says appearing from nowhere scaring both of us.

"A little warning next time bird brain?" Steven responds

"Hello child, made up your mind about my offer," Khonshu asks, I roll my eyes and look at Steven

"Oi bird man, you know she's not here for that." Steven says, "Can you help with the books or not?"

"This is what I get for picking a defected avatar," he whispers to himself. He points his staff at the books, "That's the book of Oshtur, goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order. The other one looks like the book of Ayesha, the Rain Queen of Balobedu, a former sorceress supreme. These have been lost for centuries, where did you find them?"

"My mother had them in Wakanda."

"Who's your mother girl?"

"Apparently former Queen Ororo of Wakanda"

"The lost Windrider?" he asks shocked, "She's your mother?"

I clear my throat a little uncomfy "Yea seems so. I'm assuming by your reaction you were a fan" I chuckle awkwardly

"Something like that. It's beginning to make sense why she has these books and why you can see me. Your bloodline is closely connected to Oshtur, Steven you may know her as Ma'at" Khonshu says

I have a seat on the bed, "Who is Oshtur, and connected how?"

"Read it yourself," Khonshu says with an attitude

"We can't," I say matching his energy

He shakes his head and holds out his staff, "Grab on" Hesitantly I do as he says and Steven follows. I feel a rush of energy travel through my body giving me a headrush.

We quickly remove our hands from the staff, "What the hell was that?" I ask

"I just gave you the power of, Allspeak now you can communicate and read in all languages of the Nine Realms, Earth's dialects, alien languages, etc. You should have no problem reading those books. Now I shall take my leave." And like that he was gone.

"Allspeak? No way", Steven whispers to himself

"Geez, he was in a mood." I snicker and grab the books, "Grab the wine and sit, we got some reading to do" I take my shoes off and crawl up to the head of the bed.

Steven pours himself a glass and hands me the bottle. In return, I give him a book and we begin to read.

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For the last few hours, I've been reading about the goddess Oshtur. She is- was?-one of the primordial gods. I am unclear if she is alive or dead.

Can a primordial god die?

Oshtur had a fascination with the realms beyond Earth; so much so that she took to the heavens to travel the stars. During her exploration, Oshtur met a being named Hoggoth, the last survivor of an ancient mystic race.

Okay slay

They learned a great deal from one another, and when Oshtur was ready to move on, Hoggoth offered to go with her. The two eventually traveled back to Earth, where Oshtur cared for the development of mankind.

One day, she observed three children at play, and their joy caused her to shed a single tear. A child of her own emerged from that tear, and Oshtur named him Agamotto.

Agamotto loved to learn, and the two were quite happy together. Agamotto grew into a great teacher and sorcerer, who loved humanity as much as his mother. They eventually joined with Hoggoth to become a mystical trinity known as the Vishanti, and Agamotto encouraged the study of magic in humanity through his writings in the Book of the Vishanti.

Agamotto became the first Sorcerer Supreme of the Earth. He occasionally tried to choose a successor but to no avail. With no luck in his search, he held a battle between all of Earth's mightiest mages to determine the next Sorcerer Supreme. In the end, Ayesha a mighty sorceress from the Kingdom of Balobedu emerged as the champion. She served as Sorcerer Supreme for nearly 4000 years.

Ayesha now the protector of Earth was gifted with the control of Nature and Oshturs Power. Oshturs power is most frequently invoked for spells of strength, providing some power to make an existing spell even more powerful or to strengthen the magician casting it. Ayesha's gifts were passed to her descendants, all women with white hair and powerful magic potential.

I dramatically close the book, "Ayesha is my ancestor."

"I know. At the end of her book, there is a detailed family tree, that I'm assuming your ancestors kept up with. You're the last name here." Steven points at my name and hands me the book, "Outside of that there are all kinds of spells and abilities unlocked by your ancestors: Curative healing, flight, chaos magic, etc. I think your bloodline was blessed with generational bestowment of power. This book is a dummies guide for your potential powers."

"The journal that was bound to my wrist is just like this. Weird, how on some innate part of me I had the urge to document my gifts just like my ancestors."

"You need to add your findings to this book, there are blank pages meant for you"

"Yea, I suppose so." I put the books down and rub my head "So I know my family's origin story and now I have the cheat codes to my power. You'd think I'd be satisfied, but now I find myself grieving for parents I never knew and a past I have forgotten. Somehow it feels all connected."

"I'm sorry love, is there anything I can do?" Steven asks

"No hun, you've done quite enough. Thank you for your help tonight." I check my phone and see it's well past 2 am "I should go" I give Steven a big hug

"I'll see ya soon?" he asks, "Might need you to talk us off the ledge if things go wrong with Layla." he chuckles

I stand up and begin to open a portal "You are so dramatic," I laugh grabbing my books," And yes, of course, call or text me whenever okay?"

"Of course." He waves at me as I step through to my bedroom closing the portal behind me. 

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I lay in bed thinking about what my next move is. I need to take a trip to Bleeker street tomorrow; with the Darkhold's connection to my mother and now my bloodlines ties to the Sorcerer supremes, it's the right time to loop in Strange & Wong. Maybe they can help with my memory, but considering what happened with peter I have my reservations. Also, 

Who is Agatha? How does she play into this? 

Leaving all of my questions behind, I pull my phone out and begin to scroll through Tik Tok and unwind from the day. Right before I put my phone down to go to sleep, I receive a text from bucky

3:12 am

Hey, Can we talk? I'd really like to see you.

                                                  Read

I turn the sound off, put my phone face down on the nightstand, and lay back, "Nope. That's a future me problem."

[marypsue]

30, 33, 39 for writing ask meme?

[from this meme]

Sorry, meant to answer this sooner but then *gestures to All Of That*

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Frequently! Mostly it's in terms of content rather than form, I'm just now realising, although the sheer length of the road goes ever on was a challenge in itself. That was also the fic with the broadest scope I've ever attempted - I'd written full, mostly-original plots before, I'd written canon-continuation fics before, I'd written ensemble casts before, but never anything on that scale, with so many moving parts.

It was, also, mmmmmaybe only the second fic I'd written where a Serious Social Issue that doesn't personally affect me had a meaningful impact on the storyline (in this case, Billy Hargrove's racism and the way the show swept it under the rug) and I was Not Sure I was gonna get it right. (Still not entirely sure I did, in fact, get it right, and not sure if I'll ever be entirely sure on that front, but so far the response has been positive.)

Also, all of the Grauntie Ford series, the institutionalisation stuff in Reincarnation Blues, the few times I've written non-fade-to-black sex scenes, and - it will look hilarious next to these very serious things to be concerned about - writing accents for Bunny and North from Rise of the Guardians and Fiddleford McGucket. Listen. Getting a distinctive accent - with dialect and slang - right in text is hard.

Mostly what I've taken away from these experiences is that I am frequently my own harshest critic; taking in as much as you can that exposes you to other people's thoughts and experiences and being curious and interested and sincere will take you a long way toward understanding things that you may never have personal experience with; and that it's good to be careful and thoughtful and deliberate when you approach a touchy subject, but being scared of getting it wrong will just make you avoid it or overwrite it into infinity and never get it finished, and it'll actually end up the worse for it. Also that having written something that scares you once makes it easier to do a second time. And how to plan my way through an original plot ahead of time instead of figuring huge chunks of the Dreaded Middle out as I go, which has been immeasurably valuable.

Also that yes, writing accents well is hard, but word choice ends up being like 90% of it.

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

Once upon a time, my chapters tended to settle at about 3,000 words. These days, it's more in the neighbourhood of 7,000, which I think is also a nice comfortable length to read - long enough to feel meaty, but not so long that it gets tiring or you start losing track of what happened at the beginning.

I don't generally choose wordcounts for chapters on purpose, though. I tend to go until I've finished my thought, and then stick in a chapter break. On occasion, if a particular chapter's feeling overlong or too-short, I might rearrange where the chapter break goes, or even shuffle a few scenes, but that's a pretty rare occurrence, since I also tend to write chronologically and with my scenes in a pretty fixed order.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

All of it all of it all of it all of it all of it. Great artists steal, right?

I have in the past made extensive use of many many things lifted from Terry Pratchett's pockets without his permission or, indeed, knowledge, but perhaps most memorably the idea of writing four hundred words per day (or some similar small, achievable milestone). Do I actually do this regularly? No, but it's a good idea.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

An Apple A Day - (Doctor) Eddie Munson X GN Reader - November 26th

Title: An Apple A Day

(Doctor) Eddie Munson X Gn Reader

Additional Characters: The gang back in Hawkins (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), and brother (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,927

Warnings: Reader has a mother, Reader has a brother, Reader breaks her leg, doctors, Eddie lives, hospitals, Reader has a cat mentioned, cuteness, awkwardness, slight forbidden relationship, slight angst, and fluff

It was an unusual day at work for the young doctor who had recently moved from Hawkins Indiana, though not necessarily bad. Eddie survived the Upside Down, finally graduating from Hawkins High School and going to college for his doctorate. Eddie had gone through a lot of changes once he got into college. He had cut his hair, not too short but not too long, and changed his attire. He still wore black, leather, and band tees, but at work, he wore something more professional. He didn't want to leave his friends, especially after everything that happened, but he had to get out of that town. After everything that happened, he wanted to help people; heal people from illnesses or broken legs. Checking the chart on the clipboard in his hands, Eddie knocked on the door before entering.

"Hello, I am your doctor, Dr. Munson." He introduced himself as he continued to read the patient's sheet.

"I'm Y/N... But you probably already know that." Your voice softly answered, causing Eddie to look up.

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at you. You were gorgeous with your hair slightly disheveled as if you had just woken up. Your face was soft yet you had a determined look about you that caused Eddie to smile softly to himself. Slightly flustered, the younger man looked down at the sheet again. "Ah! Yes, I did know that. Well, it seems that you did break your leg. How does your knee feel? It says that you hurt it in the process of breaking your leg."

"Good, actually. It feels a little sore. I think I just twisted it or something." You answered back, taking your time to eye the doctor in front of you. It should be a crime to be as cute as he was. Why was your doctor so cute? Usually, your doctors were nice old ladies or weird middle-aged men who had four kids. Must've been your lucky day. Well... Not really, your leg was broken.

"Uh, if I may... How did you break your leg?" Dr. Munson asked you, snapping you out of your daydreaming, slightly embarrassing you as you cleared your throat.

"I... Uh... Fell..." You mumbled under your breath, glancing away from Dr. Munson, who seemed slightly surprised by what you said.

"Fallen?" he questioned you as he raised an eyebrow, giving you a curious look.

"Yeah... Fell..." You replied as you nervously fiddled with your hospital gown.

"Off of what?" He asked, only making you glance away and bite your lip.

You laughed breathily, shaking your head, "It's stupid... I fell 'cause I was trying to get my cat out of a tree."

Dr. Munson smiled slightly at your answer as he took in your answer. "It's not stupid. I find that rather remarkable. I didn't know that I would be treating a hero today." Eddie teased before his eyes traveled over to your cast, noticing the two names written neatly across. "Your family came in today?"

"Yes," You breathed out, shocked by your doctor's words, nodding your head and then clearing your throat. "My mother and brother. They came in this morning."

Eddie smiled warmly, "Well, that was nice of them." He spoke softly before clearing his own throat, looking back to your chart. "Well, uh, it seems that you will have to stay here for another couple of weeks. It seems your surgery went well and all that so now, as a precaution, you should avoid any strenuous activity, so try to move around as little as possible. Also, please take your medication when given and try to eat normally while you're here because it'll help." The young man explained calmly and clearly, watching your reactions carefully.

"Alright, thank you, Dr. Munson." You reply with a smile.

Eddie shook his head with a smile of his own, "No need to thank, Miss L/N. Just doing my job. And, please, call me Eddie." He replied, chuckling lightly.

"Then, please, call me Y/N, Eddie. Everyone else calls me Y/N anyways." You said happily, causing Eddie to chuckle.

"Alright, Y/N. Then please let me know what your pain level is. And remember to drink plenty of fluids." Eddie replied as he began writing things down on your chart, causing you to nod your head.

"Will do.”

As the days passed by, your mother came in to visit you multiple times, as did your brother, which was always a treat to see him. You loved them dearly, but when they visited your mind would be elsewhere, thinking about a certain doctor. You woke up every day in that stiff hospital bed and waited impatiently for your favorite doctor to come in and check up on you. You even went to bed thinking about your chats with him that morning or afternoon. Every day it seemed like you were falling deeper into love, but you tried your hardest to stay strong in order to keep your growing feelings hidden.

But, unbeknownst to you, Eddie wasn't far behind in the same boat. He had grown fond of you since he first saw you, but he knew deep inside, he couldn't do that to you or himself. It wouldn't be fair to you; you were his patient. But, he couldn't help but also noticed how often you'd blush around him. How bright your smile would be when he entered. He was falling, and he was falling hard. He needed a plan to save himself, but, unfortunately, there was no way out. You were going to make sure of that.

Knocking on your door, Eddie walked in, smiling as he did. "Hi, Y/N. How are you feeling today?" he asked as he leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently for your response.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Thank you. How are you?" You responded with a small smile, turning on your side to face the doctor.

"Not too bad. Just coming to see how you are fairing. No pain or anything?" He asked as he approached you.

"I don't think so, Eddie. But, if you ask me, I don't feel too great, honestly," You admitted softly, placing your arm over your forehead. "Is my discharge date soon?" You sighed dramatically, making Eddie chuckle.

"Well, we can get you started tomorrow. Then you'll be free from your hospital bed prison." Eddie joked with you as you giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny, Eddie," You said with a smile as you sat up. "So does that mean I can try and walk?" You asked hopefully only for Eddie to nod.

"Of course. You'll have to wear your crutches to start off, however. But, first, how are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, chest pain, or headaches?" He asked, quickly grabbing the pair of crutches leaning against the wall and passing them to you as you pushed off your covers.

You grabbed onto the handles of the crutches, you quickly stood up, Eddie making his way to your side, his hand pressing against your back to help stabilize you. You bit your lip as you tried to ignore how warm his hand was over the hospital gown. Nervously, you took one step with your good leg, pressing your socked foot on the cold ground before hesitantly moving the crutches forward. You moved, your foot sliding along the floor. Slowly, slowly, you moved. The first few steps weren't too bad, but as you stepped farther and farther, your movements became more and more hesitant as you found yourself getting tired. You let out a shaky breath, and you took another step only for the crutch leg to go unsteady and you to fall forward. Before you could say anything, you heard Eddie yelling out, but it sounded muffled and distant like he was speaking through a tunnel or some other sort of soundproof barrier. You closed your eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn't hit the ground hard enough to injure yourself more. However, instead of hitting the ground, your body collided with someone's chest. As you opened your eyes, you saw Eddie staring down at you with a worried expression on his face.

"Hey... Are you okay?" He asked softly, making your face heat up at the small amount of space between you two.

"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.” You stammered, blushing heavily as you realized that you had fallen into his arms, which made you blush harder.

Eddie looked down at your face as he held you tightly in his arms, and he was surprised to see the faint trace of tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to hold back your emotions. "Are you sure? Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Does your leg hurt?" Eddie quickly rambled out, only for you to shake your head. 

"Can you... Just hold me a while?" You asked softly, still trying to fight back your tears.

Eddie nodded his head, letting out a soft sigh as he held you gently and hugged you close. A wave of relief washed over you as you snuggled closer to Eddie, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His scent was calming, and it reminded you of home in some sort of unknown and weird way. After a few minutes, Eddie pulled back just enough to look at you properly. He stared for a moment, admiring how beautiful your features were. His cheeks tinted pink, he felt like he could stare at you forever and never get bored. But, suddenly, his thoughts came crashing back to reality and his lips twitched into a nervous grin. "I um... We shouldn't be doing this..." He whispered, his eyes darting away from yours.

You tilted your head slightly, confused by his sudden change in behavior, "What? Doing what?" You asked as Eddie led you back to your bed, leaning the crutches back on the wall.

"You're my patient. I could get fired." Eddie muttered as you realized what he was saying.

“I'm sorry!" You exclaimed. "I didn't realize-"

"No, it's fine," Eddie interrupted quickly. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have feelings for you." He chuckled nervously.

Your eyes widened as you sat there, staring up at the man before you as he ran a hand through his messy curly hair. "When am I discharged?"

"Tomorrow." Eddie hastily answered, not fully paying attention.

With his answer, you brightly smiled, "Alright, ask me out tomorrow." You remarked, making Eddie turn to you with wide eyes.

"What... What are you talking about?" He asked, watching as you simply shrugged.

"I won't be your patient tomorrow. Ask me tomorrow." You answered, laughing lightly.

Eddie stared at you, completely stunned. He had hoped that you wouldn't notice, but obviously, he hadn't been very subtle. "Okay then... I will. Tomorrow." Eddie finally replied as you gave him a thumbs up and an adorable smile.

"Awesome. Now, don't you have other patients to take care of?" You asked teasingly, making Eddie nodded his head rapidly.

"I do. I'll check on you before lights out. Uh, yeah! Metal…" Eddie nervously spoke, rushing to the door before abruptly stopping in his place. Turning around, Eddie gave you a nervous smile, "Goodnight, Y/N." He mumbled quietly before leaving, closing the door slowly as he left your room.

Once he left, you flopped down onto your back and groaned, resting your head on your pillow. You couldn't believe your luck! Eddie had just agreed to ask you out tomorrow. Now, all you had to do was wait.

[fountainpenguin]

Hi, Minor Blog & Fic Updates

If you don't want to read this today, consider checking out my pinned post when you can, and/or just read the ScarletPenguin section at bottom for transparency

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📌 Made a minor update to my pinned post; I removed the spreadsheet link since my buffer's running low and it'll be one less thing to worry about while I play catch-up. Also added a permanent ask game, mostly to give visitors / new followers a way to break the ice if they want to. I'll also add a link to this post to the pinned one.

🦷 I've moved my one Coco 'fic (That 4k contest entry I wrote September 2018) to the Anonymous collection. If you would still like the AO3 link, it's here (River Teeth). It's also currently available on my FFN.

🐶 Dog's Life Chapter 9 goes up on Tuesday, then Chapter 10 goes up on October 3rd. That's the last chapter of Session 1 and the 'fic will be on hiatus while I build the Session 2 buffer.

🎃 I expect to post a lot of short pieces in October; I'm giving myself a (tentative) monthly challenge so I can get rid of a bunch of WIPs without holding onto them for a year. Not committing to a full 31 days, but I've got a lot of little things that don't need to be masterpieces, so it should be a busy month. I'll probably do one announcement post each Friday instead of individual story announcements. Still very much playing this by ear and I might get busy IRL, but expect at least a few things.

I had a plan to post something Anti-Fairy related for Friday the 13th in October, but it's not playing nice with me so we'll see.

✍️ After October, I need to spend time rebuilding my 'fic buffers. I'd also like to update my table of contents tab and possibly the sideblog. In other words, expect a busy October for 'fic updates. November will probably be Traffic Season 5 drabbles and stuff (I'm guessing), and then we'll start winding down on 'fics during December and January. I'll probably post again in Feb or March; not sure yet.

🐾 A ton of Session 1 stuff I wrote for Dog's Life got bumped to Session 2 for pacing reasons, so I already have a lot done; I might start posting Session 2 as early as mid-November or early December, but stuff for Origin and Knots definitely needs polishing and will take longer. Not sure yet.

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❤️ 2 months ago, I made a post talking about my ScarletPenguin pseud. That's the pseud where I keep any M works, and I wanted to explain how this works to people who may be unfamiliar (as I have a piece I'm working on that I'll probably post as M).

The majority of my content is Gen or T, so I'm using the pseud to keep my M stuff in a separate place [i.e. not immediately visible to people browsing my main page, because I mostly do children's show fanfics that ARE Gen and T, and I just feel better doing it like this].

In other words, if you would like to scroll through my works but would prefer not to run across anything M, THIS is the link that only has Gen and T stuff [It's the FountainPenguin pseud link; you can also access it by clicking on my username on any of my AO3 works]. You will not see M 'fics if you use this link :)

I have not yet decided if I'm going to do announcement posts for M stories. If I do, the posts will be tagged #ScarletPenguin, so I recommend blocking that tag now if you would like to.

If you would like to find any M works after they're posted, you can access them by going to FountainPenguin's Profile -> Pseuds -> ScarletPenguin (left sidebar on desktop).

If you are subscribed to me on AO3, I'm pretty sure you'll get an email when any new stuff is posted. If you do not want to subscribe to me as a user, consider subscribing only to the 'fics you like or even to a series (ex: all the 130 Prompts are in the 130 Station series and you can get email notifs that way even though all those stories are posted individually).

I'm trying to post 130 Prompts in the 130 Station series before any others because I suspect that only the first series counts for the email alerts (Not sure). However, you can also subscribe to the individual trains if you like (Blue Train, for example, only contains Anti-Fairy content so maybe you're into that, etc.) I'm just not sure if you'll get an email since if you want to put a work in more than one series, you have to post the story and then edit it, and I'm not sure if that sends a notification.

I also don't know if you can have a series with two pseuds in it, or how that will affects the tag visibility on the series page. We'll see.

tl;dr - I feel good about having done my part to make this news accessible, create a blog tag for it just in case, and this info will be added to my pinned post when I wake up [This is in the queue]. Stay safe, safe comfy!

Thanks!

[csolarstorm]

I've been trying to write a post since news outlets called it. This is going to be my thoughts right now, approximately. More will probably come, and they'll probably be disorganized like this as well.

There's a lot of people saying nice, comforting, or inspirational things. That's not always my nature though? I always want to say something useful. It's gonna get hard...not just for the people in impending mortal peril - which, fuck - godspeed! Donate, support...where necessary, help people hide? And do it discreetly?

But also for everyone. We're looking at prices for imported goods rising dramatically, a terrible economy, likely much worse health in general, just...things are gonna suck. So start cutting costs and saving, try to get as healthy as you can, etc.

Entertainment is a necessity, but if you have multiple subscriptions, cut them, get into more shows on the one subscriptions you keep. Then start saving.

Free libraries on your phone and in person can provide good entertainment, especially if you read.

Don't self-harm or give up. There's still hope to go around. Here's the national suicide prevention and list of suicide hotlines by country I copied and pasted from an earlier reblog.

I saw The Wild Robot a few days ago, and a quote in it is really applicable here: kindness is a survival strategy. There's a lot of division in the left, and we need to start giving each other a massive benefit of the doubt in order to build support networks with each other.

If the tariffs really go through, prices will rise for everything, and it'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back for a lot of struggling people, so I think we need to focus on creating those support networks.

If you have existing bonds with right-wingers or Trump voters, then your path may vary here. Apparently Trump won the popular vote, so for the foreseeable future, these are the people around us in public and in our workplaces, and sometimes our personal sphere. I personally think that if there's any way you can coexist with them, you should do that. Most of us will need family and friends for everyday life. A lot of us can't entertain this idea, because a lot of these Trump voters are hurtful and insufferable because they've been infected with the propaganda mush. But a lot of them are just politically ignorant...and regardless of being accomplices, again...you need a support system to live.

Clearly there's gonna be a spectrum between people who have the bandwidth to continue fighting and people who just need to prioritize survival. Don't be ashamed if you're in the latter half. I myself require specialized life-saving treatment every other year that is only being paid for on borrowed time by the generosity of my state. I'm in enough pain to where I can basically get out of the house once a week, and I'm ashamed of what I didn't do.

On the other hand, the system that we use to campaign for our goals might be broken altogether? People absolutely hate political calls and texts. It seems like we've been in a state of constant protest since 2010, and we're burnt out on it. Studies show that information doesn't really sway people, and the backlash effect pushes them further towards charlatans. And this is exacerbated by the fact that people hate the money-driven status quo government and media anyway. Social media is happy to put in in information bubbles where we lose any common ground with each other required to effectively communicate and debate. And it's ancient knowledge that lies travel faster than truth.

We are in the market for radical new ways to spread the truth, and we shouldn't be ashamed that we couldn't use a system that none of asked for to save the day.

[justmissyou28]

Heartbroken Quotes: ❤️‍🩹🥀

*

and maybe

right person wrong time is real and when we're ready the universe will make sure that it'll be the right time for us to finally feel something for each other again. 🥀

*

„And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again." 🪐

*

maybe, forever was a word meant for memories,

not people

*

I keep finding

You in all

The old songs

I used to love.

*

It's as simple as this:

I will never not love you.

But I'll try to forget you

If you asked me to.

But if you asked me To give you forever, I'd do that as well.

*

"You. It will always be you. Don't you get that? If I had the choice between you and a million things I've always wanted, I would choose you every single time."

*

sometimes late at night

our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheek

*

I smiled.

We were

Under the

Same sky

At least.

*

Back to

The stars.

Perhaps I'lI

Find you

There.

*

I heard a song and it made me think of you.

the song ended and that

made me think of you

*

so i guess this is where our chapters ends my dear. it is one i'll read over and over again.

you were the first person i ever truly loved.

maybe in another universe we continued our story together. maybe.

*

"How sad, to face the future without the one you planned it with."

*

i will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay…

*

In some other life

We are standing

Side by side and Laughing that, in Some other life

We are apart.

*

I waited and I waited like it was the only thing I had to do.

Only because it was you.

Only because I loved you.

*

i never learned how to give a little;

for if love was a raindrop, i'd create tsunamis.

*

and suddenly all the songs were about you

*

Here I am,

infinitely yours.

Every day,

for all the days.

In this life,

and in every life.

I choose you.

*

there may be a Million things

to smile about, but you're definitely

My favorite one.

*

love you in every universe

*

part of me will always wait for you

crave you

wish for you

no matter how much time has passed

*

“We try to hide our feelings, but we forgot that our eyes speak."

*

It's as simple as this:

I will never not love you.

But I'll try to forget you

If you asked me to.

But if you asked me To give you forever, I'd do that as well.

*

Close the window that hurts you

No matter how beautiful the view is.

*

SOUL "MATES"

I don't think some people realize how lucky they are when they find their soul mate in a friendship.

*

And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality,

I'd find you and

I'd choose you.

*

"Everything is falling into pieces and those pieces are fitting into the exact places they need to. You will be okay."

*

NO MATTER WHAT, A PIECE OF MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS.

*

I loved everything about you maybe too much

but how could i not love that smile that laughter those eyes that humour that passion

how could i not love you if you were everything i've ever wanted

*

i will forever love you, even if we grow apart.

i will forever wish you the best,

even if it is me you no longer choose to love.

¡will forever think you're magic, even if it's not me you choose to show your tricks to.

i will forever love you, even in a world without you.

-endless love

*

I was missing you

Long before we

Even met.

*

"You are the best surprise of my life."

*

i was stupid i gave my heart to someone

who didn't want it

now i'm stuck with someone

who doesn't want me and me

not wanting anyone else

*

I have late night conversations with the moon.

He tells me about the sun and I tell him about you.

*

I did not want this to be a lesson

I wanted this to be love.

*

MEETING

YOU

WAS A NICE

ACCIDENT

*

You meet thousands of people who don't connect with you. And then you meet that one special person, and your life is changed.

Forever.

*

In this world,

You must choose whom you love.

Well,

I see you, I feel you,

I know you...

I choose you and only you.

So, dare break my heart, and I will glue each piece and never make you the villain, just so it beats the same even with scars.

*

I NEVER BELIEVED PEOPLE

CAME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A SPECIFIC REASON...

UNTIL I MET YOU.

"IT'S NOT GOODBYE, IT'S SEE YOU LATER."

*

It is both a blessing And a curse

To feel everything

So very deeply.

*

In my dream, you're my reality.

But in reality, you're my dream.

*

the problem is, i would still choose you,

over anyone

and anything.

*

Sometimes the pain get's too loud, and you can't hear the love anymore.

*

My love,

I look for you everywhere

but I cannot find you anywhere.

And yet, I feel you...

all the time.

*

I miss you every day

But today

it feels like everything

I do

is just here to remind me

I am living without you

*

I don't

Know why,

But I still

Believe

It will be

You and I.

*

It was

That smile.

The first time

I saw it, I knew I wanted to see it

For the rest

Of my life.

*

I choose you. And I'll choose you over and over.Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat.

I'll keep choosing you.

*

❤️‍🩹💔

[demiurgentg]

So far today I've swapped out the faucet and plug for our downstairs bathroom, booked dental surgery, knitted two more rows of my jumper and tried to come up with a million excuses to avoid editing.

Here's my current excuse: you need my plumbing adventures in detail.

On Monday, a plumber came round to replace all the emergency stop taps around the house. The house was built in the 80s and we still have the original faucets (I hate them) which I'm now even less fond of as the supply lines are the old straight copper sort, and the fitting does not accept the new supply lines. Well, when the plumber was doing his thing, one piece of pipe ended up too short to connect.

Project for yours truly! Replace the faucet!

Now, it's important to know that in my English home my kitchen sink had a faucet I didn't like, so I replaced it with something far prettier. When I got my power washer it turned out the new tap completely didn't fit to the hose. The old one, however, which I'd kept (why? Your guess is as good as mine!) did fit. So every time I power washed, I swapped out the faucets. I really was not intimidated by the prospect of doing the same here.

Yesterday, went to Lowes and bought a faucet. Got home, realized it came with a pop up plug. Nice! I don't like the lever ones anyway... The more experienced among you may realize where this is going.

Faucet unscrewed, I try to haul it out, but it's still attached to the plug. Silly me, I just learned how to clean out the traps on these, I already knew I needed to unscrew the lever. Unscrew the lever. Haul again. Curse a bit. Decide that since I don't want to keep any part of this thing it's not a problem if it bends/ breaks. Finally navigate the wonky joint through the tiny hole.

Now is when I realize that the whole of the plug fitting has to come out. The new plug didn't just sit nicely inside the existing pipework, oh no. It's a whole new job! But I rise to the occasion. I put the faucet in situ.

Then I see the label on the box that points out supply lines aren't included.

Well. Since the drive to Lowes was horrible, I went to Home Depot. Double checked the box for anything else I might need, but I have it already. Bought my supply lines, then visited my dental surgeon. Wisdom teeth have to go, and insurance only covers a third of the cost. American medical system strikes again.

On my return home I take another look at the drainage situation. It occurs to me it'll be easier and safer to fit the supply lines after the drainage is fixed, so I shove them somewhere safe and set to work unscrewing the drain fitting.

It. Does. Not. Budge.

Not even a little. The nice guys renovating my kitchen hear me swearing and come to see what the issue is. After about ten minutes of effort they get it moving. I finish unscrewing, pull the top seal out and realize that I need to get rid of the u bend to disconnect the pipe.

More swearing ensues and this time even the strong among us couldn't get it to budge. My wrenches open wide enough to get a grip, but are not long enough to lever it. So I messaged Betsey and asked to borrow her monkey wrench. Husband and I were spending Valentine's evening playing board games with her and her husband anyway, so it worked out perfectly.

This morning I went at it again with the bigger wrench. Biggest wrench, biggest effort, biggest success, right?

Wrong.

It did not budge.

When the men arrived this morning I flagged down my aide from yesterday and he called a mate over who tried, then fetched a complicated toolset and tried again. Within three minutes it moved.

I'd been twisting the fucker in the wrong direction.

*sigh*

So I took it all apart, cleaned it out a bit (might as well, while it's easy) and started assembling the new stuff. At this point I did something very unusual for me.

I read the instructions.

Super easy job to assemble and secure it all. The supply lines fought back a little, but once they were loosely on they tightened up to waterproof in no time.

I've still got the bucket under the emergency stops though, because I'm convinced one of them is leaking.

I don't think this is quite traditional, but my preferred testing for waterproofness is: connect supply lines to main line, run water through, check for leaks. Connect supply lines to faucet, run water through (very slowly) and check for leaks. Run water more strongly and double check all connections and drainage. Plug sink, full sink, empty sink, check drainage for leaks.

If your house floods, there's a leak.

It's not a perfect system, I'll give you that.

But the downstairs bathroom is usable again. And my upper body strength failed at every point.

I don't know what I did to deserve it, but the universe seems to provide me with really kind tradespeople who'll let me get on with stuff, then intervene when stuff is clearly problematic. Long may it continue.

And now I need a new reason for why I can't edit.

[jeonggukkiepabo]

CRYSTAL SNOW ❄ MYG

SUMMARY: Christmas has always been a stressful time for Yoongi: buying presents, decorating the tree, baking cookies, you name it-Yoongi does it. It wouldn't be so difficult if Yoongi had someone to help him, but all he has left in his life is his beautiful daughter Ara.But maybe this year, he won't be all alone.

GENRE: christmas fluff  ❄ a bit of smut

WORD COUNT: 7,3k

WARNINGS: f l u f f, single parent yoongi, kindergarten teacher y/n, oral, satoori, domestic christmas vibes :(, mentions of death

AUTHOR’S NOTE: the secret collab is finally here! thanks @kimtaehyunq​ for letting me join💞 i’m so excited to read the other fics as well! & thank you Mags for doing this amazing banner I think this is the prettiest banner I've ever had. 🤧 Tysm love💞

MERRY CHRISTMAS

People usually say she looks a lot like her father, but all Yoongi sees in Ara is his wife. Wherever his daughter goes, his wife's ghost follows, the memory of his teenage love and the wonderful years they spent together until she left their lives.

Min Dasom died almost one year after Ara was born, her death coming too sudden for anyone to bid their last goodbyes-leaving her husband and baby heartbroken and alone.

It was awful, Yoongi won't be able to forget that one night the police called him, telling him that his precious wife drowned in the ocean during her monthly trip to the beach with her friends. 

Ever since that call, Yoongi has never stepped near a beach again, never felt hot sand between his toes again, never went swimming again.

It was hard, being a single parent and Yoongi was tempted to give up many times, but seeing Ara grow and bloom into the beautiful girl she is now, Yoongi is beyond thankful that he survived the pain and sorrow.  

He never drowned his thoughts in alcohol because his sunshine always looked at him with her sad little eyes, almost as if she knew what he wanted to do and hugged his legs tightly until Yoongi set the bottle away and picked Ara up and spent the night cuddling her.

Things got easier as soon as Ara was old enough to finally go to kindergarten, allowing Yoongi to work more hours and on a daily basis again. It's not like he needed a lot of money, it's just that Yoongi needs to work. 

He's used to working all the time, he's always been-because working doesn't give him time to think about the tragedy that is his life.

Money wasn't an issue for the Min family, Yoongi used to be one of the most successful pianists and producers in South Korea, but he gave up on that as soon as Ara was born, just to have time for his family.

His friend Hyunjin offered him a job as a songwriter and composer at his own label JinHit Entertainment. 

Yoongi could work from home whenever he wanted and needed to, but the studio Hyunjin set him up was way better and filled with new technology that Yoongi loved playing and experimenting with.

The acclimatization to her new daily routine wasn't easy for Ara because she wasn't used to having women in her life-until now, it has always been Yoongi and Ara. They ended up switching kindergarten two times before Ara came into the one that you've been working at for a while now-instantly falling in love with you.

The first few days with your new reference child we're quite… interesting because the little girl was full of action and so curious about every little thing in the room that you couldn't sit still and talk to her father for a while because Ara grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the next game she wanted to play.

Her father, Min Yoongi, sent you an apologetic smile as he watched you play with his daughter from a distance, giving you time to get used to each other and build a bond. You winked at him as you took a seat next to Ara and started to explain the rules of the board game to her-impressed about how well she was understanding them.

It didn't take Ara a long time to send Yoongi home, waving him goodbye and pressing a loud kiss onto his lips. "Go and work, Appa! Uncle Hyunjinnie waits for you to make good music!"

Yoongi looked at her with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're telling me to leave? Just to go and work? That is rude, princess."

You giggled and hugged Ara as she ran over to you, Yoongi long forgotten.

"Would you like to bring your dad to the door, Ara? I think he might be sad if you won't. Remember: he won’t see you for a few hours and you don’t want your dad to be sad during lunch, right?"

Ara giggled but nodded nonetheless and grabbed Yoongi by the hand. "Hurry!"

Yoongi looked at you in shock, desperately trying to hold in his laugh. "I think you gave me Ara's evil twin instead of my sweet little princess! Where is my nice girl that always kisses Appa goodbye?"

You shrugged your shoulders playfully as one of the other kids asked for you to help him with building a big tower out of building blocks. "Have a nice day, Mr Min. Oh and make sure you won't forget about our appointment on Thursday! I don't think it'll take longer than an hour, it's just to talk about Ara's development so far."

Yoongi was one of the few parents that were always punctual, not even a minute too late-and the only parent you've never felt any kind of rage towards. Not only that, but he attended every kindergarten fest, always prepared little cupcakes for Ara's birthday to bring with her to kindergarten and share with her friends.

May was rolling around quickly and you were as eager as always to craft some little gifts for the children to give their mothers. 

You prepared some candle wax and melted it so the kids could fill it in plastic forms and add glitter and scent to their preference, just to have a nice little gift to give. 

Most of the kids had fun, some of them were a bit grumpy because they got glitter all over themselves, but there is one little girl pouting and trying not to cry in front of them, not even touching the wax.

Ara.

It breaks your heart every time, knowing that Ara's mother died years ago and that she probably had no other woman in her life because you’ve already heard that her father works quite a lot. 

Squatting down next to the little girl, you gently pinch her stomach just to hear her little giggles. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want to make a nice candle?"

Ara looks up at you, one single tear slipping out of her eye. "I don't have a mom, so no candle for me."

You coo, playing with Ara's hair as you stand up again, leading her towards the crafting table.

"That doesn't matter, Ara. I think your dad will be happy to get a candle too! We can pick a different color than pink, what do you think does he like the most? I’m sure we will find something!"

Ara taps her chin, smiling slightly as she thinks about Yoongi's favorite color. "Black! He wears black clothes! Always! Do we have black glitter, Y/N?" 

She scrunches her nose at the first few oils, but one scent really lights up her face. "This smells like Appa! Can we use this?" 

"We do, I didn't put it on the table because usually nobody wants it so it sits on the shelf, all by itself. I think the glitter finally deserves to be used!" You smile at the kid, grabbing the small container of glitter from the shelf and handing it over to Ara.

"We do have a few scents, would you like to smell them? Choose whichever you think smells the best and we can put a few drops in the wax,' you offer the bowl of different oils to Ara and help her open the lids.

Ara holds up the little bottle of rose oil and you smile to yourself. Black roses, that really seems to fit the impression you have of Mr. Min.

"Of course. Now, let's mix the glitter with the wax and we can put it into the mold. Alright, now stir it while i put in a few drops of the rose oil, okay?"

You guide her through the process, talking to her and listening to her rambling about the piano lessons Mr. Min gives her on a regular basis, just because Ara wants to be like her favorite man in the world.

"He is a great dad, Ara. You're so lucky to have him, I know that he must be sad sometimes too, but you're such a sunshine and help him as much as he helps you," you hug her from the side, enjoying the way Ara leans into the hug as well.

"I want a mom, but Appa is almost like a mom! He lets me paint his nails, goes to ballet with me and always bakes princess cookies for our tea parties!"

Ara giggles as she dips the wick into the liquid wax.

"Appa needs a woman to love, the only dates he goes to are work-dates with uncle Hyunjin," she says.

And yes, you think so as well.

One day around September, you decide that it’s definitely hot enough to prepare the blow-up outside pool for the kids, allowing them to change into their swimsuits and let them play around, even adding some bubbles to the water to let them experiment.

Mr. Min smiles at you, his gums fully showing and you can’t help but smile as well as you hear his words.

“And I think there’s no job that you could do better than this one.”

You’re sitting next to the pool on a bench in the shadow, reading some books to those few kids that don’t want to hop into the water as Ara jumps out of the pool.

“Y/N, come inside as well, it’s so nice!” She jumps up and down, her wet ponytail dripping onto her shoulders.

You pout, pointing to the kids next to you. “I can’t, you know that some of the kids are still afraid to go into the water with so many other children around. Maybe next time. Now, go and enjoy it, it’s super hot and I don’t know when autumn will come around and surprise us with bad weather!”

Ara nods quickly, hopping back into the water and continues splashing some water around with her friends, but she glances at you every few seconds. Then, she whispers with her two best friends before all three of them nod as they look at you.

Suddenly, they run towards you, surprising you with wet hugs and loud giggles, leaving your white summer dress almost see through.

Suddenly, there’s someone clearing his throat right behind you and you wish you could sink deep down into the pool once you see that it’s Mr. Min. 

“Girls!,” you can’t help but yelp, the cold water causing you to jump up from the bench. Yet, you laugh with them, the cooling really helping you with the heat.

“You can’t just do that, Ara. Look at my dress now, you can almost see through it, you’re lucky that the parents won’t come in within the next two hours, otherwise they would see me like this,” you try to look stern, but to be honest: you would have done the same if you were Ara.

“Ara, why did you do that?,” he asks with his calm voice and tries his best not to look at your hardening nipples under the dress. 

Ara’s bottom lip trembles as she looks at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just thought it would be funny…”

Mr. Min turns to you and bows slightly. “I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have done that. And well, I came to pick her up earlier because we will visit her grandparents over the weekend. I should’ve informed you earlier. Is there any way I can help you with your… erm, dress?”

Mr. Min nods at you, picking up his-still wet-daughter as he looks you up and down slow enough to leave goosebumps all over your skin once again. 

You blush, shaking your head as you grab Ara’s clothes and hand her to her father.

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, it’s not your fault-and a water fight is too much fun to just not do it, right, Ara? It’s sunny enough so I’ll just bring the bench into the sun and I’ll be dry soon enough! I hope you’re having fun with your grandparents, Ara! Have a nice weekend, Mr. Min.”

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, really. You don’t know how many children happen to call one of us mom without realizing it. It’s nothing too wild, I’ve gotten used to it and I think especially in Ara’s case… It was supposed to happen, you know? I mean, I don’t want to intrude on your private life, but I suppose you’re not seeing another person and Ara isn’t growing up with other females, so she takes those she sees here as a female person to bond with, you know?”

“Thank you, mommy! Oh… I mean Y/N..,” Ara quirps as he turns around in her father’s arms, even though it doesn’t look like she’s really sorry at all.

“Ara!” Mr. Min gasps as he looks at his daughter. 

Yoongi shakes his head. “I haven’t seen another woman ever since my wife died. Ara is the only woman in my life, the only one I give all my love to. She deserves it,” he sighs. “But you’re right, I think another female person would really help her with growing up. I just don’t want to introduce her to some random woman I might not even want to spend the rest of my life with. Is this egoistic?”

His honest words hit you, knowing how lonely he must be, all alone with his little girl and a bunch of work he has to do. “It’s not, Mr. Min. You don’t have to date just because you think it would be the best for Ara. There are many single fathers that raise their kids perfectly fine and I think you’re one of them! Ara never tells bad stories about you and I think you’re doing a really good job, spending all of your free time with her and allowing her to experience so many fun things. I’ve met so many ‘happy’ families that didn’t even manage to pack breakfast for their kids, so really, don’t break your head over something like this! I’m happy that Ara accepted me so much and that she always comes to me whenever she has a problem. This is why I chose my job.”

Over the next few months, Mr. Min is all that’s on your mind, even though you know how unprofessional it is, but he’s even kinder to you than he’s been before. You usually have a small chat with every parent whenever they bring or pick up their children, but Mr. Min makes sure to always catch you and ask you about your day, if there’s anything new in your life and you can’t help but ask him about his work and the songs he’s been working on as well.

“Ah, it’s really stressful right now. I’m working with this band that’s debuting soon and we have to prepare and finish the entire album I wrote about five songs for. They’re really good but still so young, I think the oldest is 16? Or was it 17? Whatever, that’s like ten years younger than me! I think I’ll grow grey hair soon when I keep on working with such young idols,” he sighs playfully as he helps Ara to put on her shoes and jacket. 

“I mean, you’re not that old, Mr. Min. Don’t worry-as long as you keep that handful smile you will look like you’re straight out of some perfume poster. But I’d love to listen to one of your songs! I mean, if you’d let me,” you smile with honesty as you hand Ara her backpack. 

Mr. Min shrugs, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he opens his Spotify account. He types something in and turns the screen towards you. AGUST D, it says. You scrunch your eyes at the name, trying to remember where you’ve known it from, but it doesn’t ring a bell right now. 

“I’ll make sure to listen to some of your songs, I hope they aren’t too sad though, I prefer my music to be more… pop and rock?”

You cringe at your own words, hoping that the man knows what you were trying to say. 

And fuck, you did like it. Turns out that AGUST D wasn’t some softie that plays guitar lullabies, no. 

Yoongi cracks a grin, then winks at you playfull before he takes Ara’s hand after she said goodbye to you.

“I think you’re going to like it.”

AGUST D seems to be one of the best rappers in the music industry that you’ve ever been listening to. He sounds so aggressive and fast that you needed to listen twice to some of his songs to understand what he was saying, but you ended up adding much more songs into your playlist than you’d like to tell him.

But you did tell him.

“Oh, I’m not doing that crazy rap thing anymore. It was a phase, I guess. By now, I use the name to help smaller musicians and trainees, produce their songs and write their lyrics. It’s better to do so with a bigger name, but AGUST D died a long time ago, I guess I killed him.” Mr. Min says the next day.

"I mean, as long as you keep all of them on Spotify, I'm alright with that. Most of those songs match my aggressive driving vibe and I can't imagine driving to work without it." You try to joke before you realize what it must've sounded like. "Oh lord, I didn't mean it like that!" 

You blush, trying to hide your reddened cheeks in your palms, but Mr. Min just laughs it off.

"Don't worry, I get what you mean. I usually play Love Talk as soon as i leave this building."

He even has the audacity to wink at you before he leaves with a grin, causing Ara to coo.

"Appa really likes you if he teases you!"

And the teasing goes on and on, there’s almost no day without a snarky comment from Mr. Min or a sarcastic comment from you-but neither of you takes those words to heart because that’s what you need in your lives, someone to laugh with, someone to make jokes with.

Even though there are plenty of other children in your group and so many parents you talk to daily, the only one you’re happy to see in the afternoon is Mr. Min.

The summer is long gone and fall said goodbye a few weeks ago, December came around and your little crush on Mr. Min isn’t as little anymore-and you can’t help yourself but wonder if he might be into you as well. You’ve shared a few noons talking about Ara’s development and if she’s ready for school next September, but most of the times you didn’t talk about the girl for more than thirty minutes before one of you switched the topic to something more private as the man leans closer to you and locks his gaze with yours.

You’re not as nervous around him as you were before and you can feel him starting to open up towards you as well. Yet, you’ve never met outside of the kindergarten, knowing it would be way too unprofessional and you’d never want to ruin the wonderful bond you share with Ara just because you’re desperate to jump into her father’s lap and call him Daddy too.

You’re not one of those women to go into a club and have a dirty one night stand with a random stranger, but you’ve been too busy to actually go and meet people, so you’ve kind of gotten used to being alone, even though you’re really missing late night cuddles and Disney marathons.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you’ve been strolling through the mall for a while now, looking for some christmas presents for your friends and family-but also wanting to treat yourself because work has been more than just exhausting lately.

You’ve been handling the entire group alone, having a lot more smaller children because new kids have been coming to kindergarten and having to deal with so many parents alone can be pure hell. Sadly enough you’re living all by yourself, only having a few close friends that don’t understand why you’re even doing this underpaid job and your last relationship crashed almost two years ago.

The mall looks amazing, beautiful christmas ornaments are hanging from the ceiling and there must be someone playing the piano somewhere because the soft melodic tunes fill the entire mall, reminding you of Mr. Min once again.

You just stepped out of a lingerie store, something you’re really passionate about even though nobody but yourself sees you in it, but you love the feeling of lace on your skin, love how beautifully the soft colors compliment your skin and love imagining Mr. Min ripping the soft material off you.

The small paper bag in your hand, you look around for another shop that might hold the next christmas present for one of your friends. 

“Appa, please! I already have a picture but we need you to have one too!”

You know that voice too well to ignore it, searching the area for the small owner of it, giggling as you found her. Ara and Mr. Min are in the Santa area of the mall that gives you the ability to sit on Santa’s lap and take a picture with him as you tell him your biggest christmas wishes.

But the little girl is not sitting on Santa’s lap, she’s trying to push her father towards the man with the fake beard, clearly wanting him to sit down on that lap.

You giggle, walking towards them just to find out what’s going to happen.

“Ara, I’m too old and heavy for poor Santa, I think he prefers girls your age-wait, no not like that. I think he likes boys and girls-ugh. You’re driving me crazy, princess. Look, there’s a few other kids wanting to have their time with Santa as well, why don’t we just leave and try to find some more presents from the giftshop here, hm?” The man tries to talk his daughter into leaving the uncomfortable situation, but Ara is as stubborn as ever-she always gets what she wants, especially from her father.

“But… I want you to have pictures with Santa too!” She pouts, looking over at the confused Santa before she hears your giggle. “Y/N!”

Mr. Min turns around, a shocked expression on his face and a soft pink tint on his cheeks.

“Oh, Ms. Y/L/N. What a surprise.”

You giggle even more, stepping closer towards them. “Hello Ara, good afternoon Mr. Min,” you bow slightly before accepting the little girl’s hug. 

“I see, you really want to sit on Santa’s lap, but Ara doesn’t want to let you because she’d be embarrassed.” 

Yoongi hums in agreement. “Horrible, those children. I mean, I just want a nice christmas picture with Santa, but you know how they are… right before puberty hits them.”

“Y/N, Appa doesn’t want to take a picture with Santa, would you sit on his lap and take a picture for me?” Ara looks up at you with her big eyes and like always, you can’t say no. Instead, you hand Mr. Min your bags-not thinking about the fact that one of them is from the lingerie store-before taking Ara’s hand and walking over to the smiling Santa.

The picture is quickly taken and not even five minutes later, Mr. Min hands you your bags, whispering, so Ara wouldn’t hear you. “I think the peach one will suit you the best.”

Ara nods and rips the bags out of Mr. Min’s hands to show you her cute dresses and bows while the man just stares at you with an open mouth. Did you really just say that to him? 

You gasp, hiding the bags behind your back but who are you to deny the fact that this man is the exact reason you stepped into the store?

“Thank you, I hope someone will get to see them before Christmas. It would be a shame to waste those pretty pieces for some lame mirror selfies,” you smile innocently before squatting down next to Ara. “Did you buy something nice yet?”

“Appa, we wanted to get hot chocolate, can Y/N come too please?”

Yoongi is speechless once more as he quietly follows his daughter and her kindergarten teacher towards the mall’s cafe-realizing that he shouldn’t have chosen his tightest pair of skinny jeans because somehow, they got quite uncomfortable as soon as you arrived.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his daughter before he picks up all the dresses that Ara tried to shove back into the bags. “If she wants, she’s welcome to join, but I think you should ask her first, maybe she is busy.”

You blush at the invitation, not sure whether to accept it or not-but you’re not one to decline on hot chocolate. Smiling at Ara, you nod. “Show me where to get the best hot chocolate, I’m craving something sweet and thick down my throat.”

He watches you as Ara grabs your hand and swings them around with a soft giggle, heart warming as he sees your fond smile.

Ara talks about you a lot-hell, Yoongi asks about you a lot whenever Ara doesn't want to talk about you but watch her favorite show.

It's unprofessional and probably not allowed, Yoongi knows, but Ara leaves for school in March anyways, so who cares? 

It's obvious to the both of you that you're interested in each other, the flirting and teasing coming to a point where Yoongi can't wait for another snarky remark of yours.

And now that he has the chance to sit and talk with you outside of your workplace, you just chose to buy a bag full of fucking beautiful lingerie (yes, Yoongi looked inside, no, he doesn't regret it).

Ara leads you into this beautiful cat cafe that apparently has "The best hot chocolate and bubble tea, but it's too cold for bubble tea… Can they make hot bubble tea?" as Ara says, earning a harsh "no" from Yoongi, because that's something he wishes for as well.

"Go find a place with Mr. Y/L/N, Ara. I'll get your order, yeah? What can I order for you?" Yoongi looks at you as he pulls out his wallet, giving you some time to read the menu.

"Oh, the candy cane hot chocolate, please! And please, as long as we are not talking inside the kindergarten, call me Y/N. I mean, you've seen my underwear, I think you deserve to call me by my name."

Yoongi blushes, nodding and rushes towards the cashier to order your drinks. You smile at the man, then at the cats-they look somewhat similar-before you sit down next to Ara who is currently petting four cats on her lap.

"They're adorable," you coo, "Do you have any pets?"

Ara nods with a big smile and hands you one of the cats, a pretty one with orange fur and big eyes. 

"I have a turtle! Gukkie gave it to me and Appa didn't like it first, but I love her!"

You enjoy the cat's purring as you gently stroke her chin. "A turtle sounds lovely, I hope you can show it to me one day."

"Oh, that won't be a problem, I can invite you for dinner and Appa will get shy and red in the face, but he wouldn't say no because he's super soft for-" "ALPACAS! I'm soft for alpacas, haha, here we go, three hot chocolates."

Yoongi appears with a pained expression as he places your hot chocolate right in front of you.

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile at the man and Yoongi swears that his heart stopped beating for a second. "I'm soft for Alpacas as well."

Right after you all finished your drinks, Ara decides that it’s time to walk through the mall once more, just to make sure that Santa is still there and will take another picture with hot chocolate-filled Ara. 

“Did you enjoy your date with Y/N, Appa?” She looks up at her father as you walk towards the mall. Yoongi trembles, blushing brightly. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a date, Ara. Don’t assume things like this, it’s rude,” he mumbles as he gently pets her head to make sure she isn’t hurt by his comment.

You giggle, whispering loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “I really liked it, Ara. Your Appa can be funny if he wants to.”

The picture with Santa comes out pretty, even though the man groaned as two grown adults decided to sit on each of his legs, the bright smiling Ara kneeling in front of them. But it’s really worth it, because Yoongi’s smile never leaves his lips this evening, gums showing beautifully on the picture and you quickly make sure to get a copy of that picture as well.

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “So was this a… you know?” It’s endearing, how shy he suddenly seems to be. You’ve never seen him like this. Stressed, overworked and happy - yes. Shy and blushing? Never.

You nod with a soft smile as you lay your hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’d like that to be a ‘you know what’, Yoongi.”

You can't even tell when the two of you officially started dating, but you'll never forget the first kiss you've shared during one of your walks-thanks to Ara for snapping a picture of it. Yoongi's hands wrapped around your waist, eyes clenched shut and lips curled in a soft smile as fresh snow fell down on you.

Seeing Yoongi at work wasn’t as weird as you had expected it to be, it’s quite the opposite. He’s attentive and lovely, bringing you fresh croissants or donuts every morning or puting little chocolate for you and Ara in his daughter’s lunchbox.

He’s caring, picking you up after your shift to invite you to dinners and walks through the forest with Ara, because that little girl just loves walking in the fresh snow that has started to fall recently. She takes pictures of your footprints with Yoongi’s phone and makes him promise to print it for her to hang up.

“Of course I can, Ara. You’re already wearing your sleeping clothes and you’ve brushed your teeth with Appa, so hurry up and pick out the book you want me to read!” 

Ara grows closer and closer to you, until that one day where you stay over the Min’s house for dinner, she asks you to bring her to bed.

“Can she, Appa? I want her to read my favorite bedtime story to me! Please, Y/N,” Ara looks up at you with a pout, her beautiful eyes-that remind you of Yoongi-sparkling with admiration. 

That girl really makes your heart melt, combined with the soft smile that Yoongi gives you. And suddenly, you feel like you’re meant to be here, helping that man that you’ve grown so close to, helping the girl that lost her mother way too early and maybe even helping yourself with accepting that love really comes unexpectedly.

You gently tuck the soft blanket over Ara and place her favorite stuffie next to her as you smile at the girl fondly. "Sleep well, Ara," you whisper quietly, trying not to wake her up.

"Kissies, please," she mumbles sleepily and makes grabby hands towards you.

"Ara, I-" "Please," she whines and opens her eyes, tears starting to build up.

"Okay, it's okay, Ara." You swipe her hair out of her face before you plant a soft little kiss onto the girl's forehead. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Y/N. Will you be there tomorrow morning?"

Your smile fades, unsure if you really want to tell the little girl the truth. 

"Probably not, I have to get ready for work. You know that I love to wear dresses on Thursdays and I didn't bring mine. But we will see each other in the kindergarten!"

"Okay," she whispers before she falls back into a quiet slumber.

Yoongi has cleaned the kitchen in the meantime and poured more wine for the both of you to enjoy in front of the fireplace.

"She really adores you," he says as you sit down next to him, sipping the rosé Yoongi bought just for you.

"And I adore her. She's an angel. Thank you for allowing me to spend so much time with her, Yoon."

Yoongi blushes again, shaking his head. The greyish blonde hair got messier as the evening passed. "No, Y/N. You're the first mother-figure Ara has, I have to thank you in both mine and Ara's name. I know that dating a single father is a lot, but you're accepting my family so well… I never thought I'd find another woman in my life again. Ever since my wife died, it was hard for me to even look at other women, let alone build up something like a relationship with them because I always felt bad. But that's what she would have wanted for me. To love again, to not waste my last handsome days," his lips curl into a smirk before he shakes again. 

Then, his sharp eyes met yours and soften within seconds. 

"I… I don't know if it's the right time, we've known each other for two years, we've been officially dating for only three weeks, but I think I won't change my mind about it-no I know that I won't change my mind. I love you, Y/N. And I know that Ara loves you too."

You gasp, lips beginning to tremble once your eyes meet Yoongi's. "Yoongi…," you whisper before you place your glass on the table and basically jump onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"I wanted to be the one to tell you first. I love you so much, Yoongi. I've had this stupid crush on you ever since you saw me in that wet dress, ever since you've shown me your music. Ever since I've seen you being the wonderful father you are-and that's so sexy, you can't even imagine."

Yoongi smirks as his hands find their place on the curve of your ass. "Sexy, huh? Me, doing the laundry and cooking dinner? Or me walking Ara to kindergarten with the homemade lunch boxes? That turns you on?"

You laugh, hiding your face in his neck as you lean closer to press your lips against his ear.

"All of that-and the way that you love Ara with all your heart, that's maybe the sexiest thing about you."

The man groans as he grabs you even tighter. "I never thought that sweet talk would turn me on even more than dirty talk," he laughs shakily as he wiggles his hips slightly to get into a more comfortable position that won't suffocate his hardening erection.

You sigh, sit up and run your hands through his hair. "Isn't all of this too early? I always tell myself that I shouldn't fall so fast, but here I am, ready to go every step with you."

Yoongi nods before he presses a peck on your nose. "Same, but we have all the time on earth. Ara wants us to get married by tomorrow, but I'm sure she'll survive it if we decide to postpone it for a few weeks."

You giggle as you look over your shoulder to the fireplace. "Did someone ever suck you off in front of a fireplace? Isn't this the definition of Christmas?"

The man underneath you gasps in shock. "No, but… I mean, I… You don't… have to?"

Laughing, you slide out of his lap and onto the floor, thankful for the soft carpet. "I want to, bubs. I wouldn't do something either of us isn't comfortable with. I assume you're alright with it?"

"Of course, but… I guess nobody ever did it because they wanted to, but because they feel like they had to?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, obviously disappointed in his previous partners. 

"It's as much fun and pleasure for me as it is for you, believe me, Yoon. Now lay back and enjoy, yeah?" You give him a calming smile as you open his pants carefully, then sliding them down his toned legs.

You press kisses all around his thighs to warm him up to the feeling, knowing that it has to be overwhelming to have some that close after all that time. Then, you gently remove his boxer shorts as well, leaving him bare and proud in front of you.

You groan as you start to stroke his cock, earning a low growl from Yoongi. "So beautiful," you whisper, then you take him into your mouth, getting a feeling for the weight on your tongue before you start bopping your head. 

Yoongi tries to contain himself, knowing that Ara could wake up every second, but alone the sight in front of him could make him come with a scream.

Instead, he cups your cheek, feeling the bulge that he causes there. Another groan leaves his lips. 

You look up at him, smirking-or trying to, with a mouth full of cock-and leading his hand into your hair, using it to push you down even more.

Yoongi's eyes lighten up. "Really?"

You almost laugh out, but you're doing your best to contain yourself and nod, placing your hands on his thighs to stop whenever you can't take it anymore. Yoongi is long and thicker than the average you've had before, but it's a challenge that's worth it.

He pushes you down slowly, enjoying the hot warmth of your mouth and then your throat as he pushes in-surprised that you didn't really gag around him.

Spit trickles down your chin as he moves faster, thrusting his hips to meet the movements of his hand and enjoying the gurgling sounds you make.

He comes far to quick for his own liking, shooting his load down your throat with a quiet groan. "Fuck."

You giggle as you swallow what he gives you, standing up to sit back on his lap to kiss him.

"You're welcome." 

Then, before you can grab your wine again, he flips you around and goes on his knees in front of you. "My turn," he smirks, eyes shining dangerously behind his fringe. 

"Yoongi, I-," you try to say, but he shushes you with a sloppy kiss.

"I know that I have to, but believe me: I love giving pleasure more than receiving it."

You pout, hands running through his soft hair.

"I didn't shave…," you whisper, a bit ashamed because you didn't come prepared, not thinking that this would be happening today.

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow.

"Do you think I am a 15 year old, pre puberty fuckboy that cares about shaved pussies? It's natural, love. Even if you can't believe it: I grow hair too, nobody is freshly shaved every day. I don't mind that, okay? Now, stop pouting and let me do my work, will you? Can you be a good girl and do that for me? All you've got to do is lean back, open your legs, throw them around my shoulders and let me devour you."

His shameless words turn you on, you can't even deny it-especially not when your panties are that damp. So, you naturally obey and help him to remove your pants.

"I told you, peach is your color," Yoongi groans in his deep Satoori as he looks at your clothed core. The peach colored lace has darkened from your arousal and the man can't help it but press his face against the material, licking one bold stripe over it.

Nobody has ever done that to you, rather pulled them off in a hurry because they thought that body fluids were disgusting, but Yoongi didn't seem to mind as he gently bites your folds through the lace. 

"God," you moan in pleasure as Yoongi finally pulls your panties to the side and spits onto your pussy, making it even wetter.

You're a whimpering mess as soon as Yoongi's tongue is on you, flicking and playing with your clit, collecting your juices and spreading them all over your pussy. You've read about that before; men eating pussy like they're starving, but Yoongi is somewhat different.

He eats pussy like he wants you to always remind it, to make you obedient and never being able to enjoy anyone else doing that job.

He does it well-of course. His tongue is as fast as he's been spitting rhymes on his mixtape, and you're more than thankful for that.

He doesn't even get to use his fingers before your orgasm approaches you, strong waves of pleasure hitting you as Yoongi keeps on kissing and slowly licking you through your high.

Then, he grins at you. "Round two, here we go."

And this time, it's not only his tongue working wonders, but also his fingers stroking you on the inside until they found your spot. 

You press your hands on your mouth to keep yourself from screaming out loud, hips bucking wildly as you come for a second time within less than ten minutes. And again, Yoongi guides you through it and softly caresses your stomach.

"Fuck, I love you," you pant as he comes back up and steals a kiss from you.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed properly," he whispers and takes a large sip from his wine. 

You can only agree.

You've started to spend the nights at Yoongi's more often, bringing Ara to work with you and helping Yoongi with her and the household whenever you can. Your relationship blooms beautifully and Ara is the happiest little bean when you're around.

Obviously, you spent Christmas with Yoongi and Ara as well, buying little presents and enjoying the comfortable atmosphere with the family.

Yoongi gave you a spare key to his house, so you're always able to visit them, spending the nights there and soon enough, you moved in.

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The Christmas after that, you surprised Ara with the adoption papers, telling her that now that she's in school and not one of your kindergarten kids anymore, she'll be able to finally call you Mommy (not that Ara minded before, you just felt weird and guilty about it).

And here you are now, preparing the huge breakfast for your third Christmas around, smiling at the ring that adorns your finger. 

"Smells fabulous, Mama," Ara says as she runs towards you and falls into your arms.

"Do you want me to help you with dessert, Mrs Min?" Yoongi asks as he presses a kiss onto your cheeks. You lean into his touch, shaking your head. "It's almost done. You can go into the living room, I'll be there in a minute to open our presents, bubs."

Yoongi prepares the fireplace, lightens some candles with Ara and lets his daughter hand out the presents. 

"I have one more for you, Yoon," you whisper as you hand him a small box.

"Oh? Can I open this first?" He tilts his head curiously, shaking the light box.

"Open!" Ara squeaks and sits down between her father and you. You nod with a fond smile as Yoongi lifts the top. Then, silence.

"Really?" He whispers with teary eyes.

"Yes, finally," you smile, "Ara, you'll become a big sister!"

Yoongi sniffs, hugging his family tight.

"And she'll be the best sister in the world. Merry Christmas, loves."

[dustofthedailylife]

heya dust! i’m not sure my precious ask sent, so i’ll send a similar one cause you need to hear this,

but tysm for your advice on surviving uni! it was a little bit ago when i asked for help but reading what you had to say really did make me feel better, it felt less like i was alone going through everything.

and i have so much respect for you being in education for that long!!! i feel like such a baby compared to your achievements but it’s nice to have someone to look up to, so thanks again for your advice!

i’m wishing you the best on your studies :)

Hey ten!! I did in fact not receive any asks from you prior to this one now but I do see this one now so, yay!

I'm glad I could make you feel less alone. When I read your post about struggling with uni and feeling overwhelmed I immediately had flashbacks to how I felt when I started and I was ✨ struggling ✨ (still am, sort of... but it'll pay off)

I sometimes feel like I'm taking forever with my studies but studying law takes FOREVER. I think I also mentioned that I wrote my finals in August this year and I have yet to get my results. I should get them sometime within the next one or two weeks I assume. I'm already nervous about that and I can assure you, I am an anxious wreck atm, haha.

The most important thing is believing in yourself even when it can be hard at times (says the girl who can't take her own advice, but all we can do is try, I know it's easier said than done).

I wish you all the best on your studies as well and I have faith that you got this! It may be stressful and it may feel like you're gonna break at times but just keep pushing! There is a light at the end of the tunnel eventually 💪🏻

[missmorosis]

Jealous

anonymous asked:

I’m BEGGING for a hc where zuko and sokka like the reader and get jealous of one another. Plot can be anything! :)))

anonymous asked:

oomgomg Hii u replied to me earlier 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 LOVE THAT YOU LOVE SOKKA!!! I love zuko too but sokka needs more appreciation imo.

Would u ever write an zuko and sokka x reader or oc where they both like the same person? Because I find myself conflicted between who I like more because they’re great for totally different reasons! Idkk but anyways looking forward to reading more of ur work!! And happy early valentines dayyyy 💕💕💕💕💕

please this prompt makes my true beauty heart go 📈📈📈

ALSO THE TWO OF YOU BASICALLY HAD THE SAME REQUEST LSAKDJS

enjoyyy <33 THIS MAKES NO SENSE IM SORRY

Pairings: Sokka x Reader x Zuko

Warnings: fainting and sickness (sighh yes yes i wrote another sickfic IM OBSESSED) & it may be the worst thing ive ever written-

Summary: a sick y/n is caught up in a love triangle... which boy is better?

Word count: 1.4k :)

The doorbell rang, and Y/N rushed to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a smiling Sokka. He was your best friend, so he normally showed up unannounced once in a while.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said.

"Hi, Sokka! What brings you here?"

"Knowing you, you probably haven't had dinner yet?" She nodded with a laugh. "Wanna get something to eat?"

It was past dinnertime, and she still wasn't hungry... In fact, the thought of food made her nauseous. Y/N nodded anyways, and Sokka smiled, getting his car keys out of his pocket.

Driving past the streets, the two blasted music out of the car's speakers, and Sokka sang along to all of the pop songs on the radio. Y/N laughed at the silly expression Sokka had on his face, even though the music was way too loud; it was honestly giving her a headache, but it was okay. She looked out the window to see Zuko, another close friend, heading out of the Jasmine Dragon. He must've just finished work...

"Oh, it's Zuko!" she chirped, giving him a wave. Sokka said nothing, his singing quieting down to silence, but he pulled over anyways to say hi. He parked his car, and the two hopped out.

“Y/N!” Zuko ran over with a huge grin on his face, waving his hand as a greeting. “Nice to see you again! Oh... hi Sokka.” Zuko’s cheerful smile slowly morphed into one of distaste when he noticed that she had been with Sokka.

“Hey, Zuko,” Sokka acknowledged. Y/N turned to see that Sokka’s face also fell when his eyes met Zuko’s. Sokka slung an unnecessary protective arm over her shoulders, and Y/N cleared her throat to clear up the growing tension. Shaking Sokka’s arm off, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Is it cold out here or is it just me?" Y/N blurted, causing Zuko and Sokka to look at each other worriedly. Sokka pulled off his jacket to throw it onto her. He zipped it up, and met her eyes.

"It's not cold at all... you feeling okay?" Y/N nodded slowly, signaling that she was okay, so Zuko and Sokka dropped the subject. She could have sworn it was chilly out.

"Anyways," Sokka continued, heading into his car, "wanna go grab dinner together or something?” The other two nodded, also following Sokka into the car. Y/N hopped into the passenger seat, and Zuko was stuck in the back seats. She could tell he wasn’t happy with her sitting next to Sokka, but she ignored it. They were just being plain childish, and it was giving her a headache.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sokka started. “I went to-”

"Sokka, go left," Zuko interuppted. Sokka sighed and turned the wheel, following through with Zuko’s command. 

As the car turned, it pushed Y/N to the side of the car, forcing her to lean on the car door. Deciding not to get up, she nuzzled closer to the car window, her warm breath fogging it up. She blinked, trying to stop the growing sleepiness clouding her head. 

Y/N heard Sokka ramble on about his day in the background, and her eyes closed for a second... just a second. She was just so... exhausted...

"Hey... Y/N? Are you asleep?" Sokka's voice asked softly. He poked her side, making her slightly stir awake. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids. Wow, she felt so sluggish.

"What, is Sokka boring?" Zuko laughed, as Sokka gasped, offended. "I should have been the one driving next to her."

"Y/NNN- how could you fall asleep in the middle of my story?" Sokka shook Y/N awake with his free arm. "Come on, you can't leave me with Zuko."

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed quietly, letting them know she was awake. Her voice was raspy; she had a sore throat, but the boys seemed to wave it off as a symptom of sleepiness.

"Am I too boring for you?" Sokka asked.

"No, of course no-"

"So you're saying you'd be with Sokka rather than me?" Zuko accused.

"N-no-"

"So you'd rather be with Zuko?"

"What? You guys are arguing for no reason," she mumbled, but the two boys ignored her.

"Of course she'd rather be with me; she's just too nice to say that to your face," Sokka argued, his voice increasing in volume.

"No, then why would she fall asleep while you were talking? You're boring." Zuko's voice was also loud.

"Please stop," Y/N whispered, rubbing her temples, and this gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Sokka and Zuko froze at once, watching her with concern.

"You have a headache? Are you sick?" Sokka asked immediately. Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Is... that why you fell asleep- because you were sick?" Zuko added, and Y/N nodded again weakly, and sighed. Sokka reached out next to him and put his hand on her forehead.

"Y/N, you're burning up..." Sokka gasped.

"Let me see," Zuko mumbled, placing his hand on her forehead. He sighed. "Y/N, you feel really warm."

"I'm so sorry for waking you up- it would have been better for you to stay asleep," Sokka apologized.

"No, no. It's my fault." She shivered, pulling Sokka's jacket tighter. “If I knew I was sick, I shouldn’t have come with you guys.”

"Here, have my jacket, too." Zuko wrapped his jacket over her as well, draping it over her shoulders.

"She doesn't need more than one, Zuko," Sokka scoffed quietly. "Anyways, we can go home if you'd like?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about me! We can go get dinner or something, it's just a headache. It'll go away," she reassured them.

"I don't know..." Zuko said. "Maybe we can get something to eat at your house?" Sokka turned around, heading back towards Y/N's home.

"I agree, you need rest." Sokka looked at her in the mirror. "Sorry to break it to ya, but you don't look so good."

"Okay... if that's alright..." she said, and Sokka smiled.

Everyone arrived at Y/N's house, and Zuko helped you out.

"Shall we?" he asked, gently grabbing your hand.

"C'mon, Y/N," Sokka said, glaring at Zuko. He grabbed your other hand, and pulled you along.

"Y/N," Zuko muttered.

"Zuko, let go of her," Sokka said, warningly.

"Who do you think I am? I don't have to listen to you," Zuko snapped back.

"You guys are driving me insane, can't you both just shut up and get along?" Her voice now matched theirs in volume, and the two stopped arguing, looking apologetic.

Boy, were you lightheaded all of a sudden. She staggered on her feet, and she buried her face in her hands. Not now...

"What's wrong?" Sokka's voice immediately asked.

"Are... are we scaring you? We promise it's not going to get too serious..." Zuko sounded concerned. She could feel both of the boys' arms hovering around her body, trying to protect her, catch her if she fell, or give her reassurance.

"No, no..." she breathed. "I'm.. fine..." With that, she promptly passed out.

Both boys rushed to be the one who caught Y/N. Zuko scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her into her room, leaving Sokka alone.

Zuko gently laid her down onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her. With a swift kiss that he was tempted to do all evening, he got up and headed out the door.

"Well..." he said, glancing at Sokka. The atmosphere was now awkward, and neither boy was going to leave for a while...

Y/N woke up, and judging from her headache and how warm she felt, she wasn't any better. Groaning, she got out of bed, expecting to be alone, but she was wrong.

She opened her eyes to see two boys asleep on the couch. They had stayed...

Medicine was laid out for her on the counter, and she gladly took it.

"Y/N?" Zuko's voice croaked, making her jump.

"Oh, hey... I wasn't expecting you two to stay..." she said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Of course we stayed... you feeling better?" Concern was written all over his face.

"I still feel like trash..." she answered truthfully.

"Maybe I can kiss it better," Sokka said with a small, playful smile, now awake as well, and she laughed.

"Anyways, thank you both..." She gave a quick kiss on both of their foreheads, making both of them blush. "Now, get some rest at home... I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm staying," both said at the same time. Y/N sighed; there was no way of getting rid of them, and she loved them for that.

"Do you need anything?" Sokka asked, getting up to get her some water.

"Nah, I'm alright... we can watch a movie, though?" She flopped onto the couch, in between the two boys. She turned on the classic Meet the Robinsons and laid back.

Both boys rested their heads on her shoulders, and she laughed.

"You two are idiots, you're going to get sick." They shrugged, and she smiled.

LMAOBDJJEEK OKAY WHOO IM TIRED BUT I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT

this is totally unedited too IM SORRY

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I have been wanting to break into publishing possibly editorial or intern at an agency (I'm already working in kidlit as an author/illustrator), but do you think it'll be near impossible for someone who does not live in nor want to live in NYC? It seems remote internships are far and few between (paid would be nice but not essential). I have a college degree but I haven't heard back from anyone after 6+ months of applying. Is this typical? Any advice for breaking into publishing?

I don't live in NYC, nor do any of my agency colleagues. Lots of agents and other people in publishing don't -- though of course, yes, there are MORE opportunities in a much smaller area if you are in NYC. And for many large NYC based publishers, though many do allow remote work in these weird times, they often prefer folks to at least have SOME office face-time.

I'd say that there are several ways in -- none of which really work on their own that well, but if you take a multi-pronged approach you might have a shot.

A) Education. This doesn't mean you have to get an MFA (though of course, if it interests you, by all means.) It doesn't mean you have to attend the NYU or Columbia Publishing Course (though in fact, I do know people who have gotten publishing jobs that way) -- I mean, rather, haunt *the internet* -- see what people are talking about, educate yourself about the trends, read the latest books, make note of who publishes what, what is exciting in the world of publishing, etc. This will be helpful, I swear, particularly when you are:

B) Networking. OK so you live in Bumblesnoot, Minnesota. There aren't a ton of publishing opportunities on the ground there. HOWEVER. Bumbleshoot is hopefully sort of near Minneapolis/Saint Paul -- where there ARE bookstores, and bookstore events with authors, there ARE publishers and even some editors and agents probably live nearby. GO TO THE BOOKSTORE. (Hell, get a job there if you can -- that's how I got started!!) -- GO TO THE EVENTS. TALK TO THE AUTHORS, and the other bookish people there. If your local SCBWI event has a meetup with local publishers - GO MEET THEM! Be friendly! Ask people doing the kinds of things you are interested in for an informational interview -- ask if they are hiring, or have any advice! (I'm not hiring, and I am currently giving you my advice, so start with people who are local to you, not me!)

C) Applying. Obviously. You've been doing that - I presume you know about bookjobs.com, publishers marketplace job board, etc. Don't JUST apply for internships -- apply for literally anything you might be qualified for. Entry level jobs in other departments such as marketing, etc. I do know editors and agents who started their careers at, say, educational publishers, or doing publicity or marketing, or working at a tiny regional publisher or something -- just to get in SOMEPLACE. It's a lot easier to find opportunities, meet people, get even MORE education and do even MORE networking, once you have your foot in the door.

My personal trajectory was: Bookstore - know a whole hell of a lot about books and publishing (EDUCATION) - Meet and befriend authors, agents, etc through the bookstore - ask agents of my acquaintance for a shot at interning for them (NETWORKING) - when I felt I was ready for a real job at an agency, at that point knew enough people that I got introduced / recommended to my boss by both an author friend and an editor friend.

I'm not saying that will be YOUR trajectory -- just that while certainly applying is important -- getting to know the ins-and-outs of the world will help make you a stronger candidate -- getting to know people in the industry will help bring more opportunities your way -- and being willing to take a sideways entry (ie, starting at a bookstore, or starting at a small regional publisher or educational publisher or doing something DIFFERENT in publishing) may be a bit of a hack for getting where you want to be, too. Why? Because there are a METRIC TON of people applying for entry level EDITORIAL jobs. There are probably far fewer people vying for other kinds of jobs in publishing that are also interesting and important, and can potentially LEAD you to Editorial!

[shiratori-no-hikari]

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📎 contents/warnings. Gn! due to lack of pronouns mention, timeskip spoiler,Established relationship, writer lacks knowledge of affection, reader has hair (I'm so sorry), psychology major!reader, f l u f f, cuddling, you name it.

📈 wc. 650

🗒️ light note. I needed some content on this blog so have this drabble... I'll get to my full fics soon :) not proofread!lmk if I made any mistakes cuz I'm sleepy-

"Kenjiro?", you voiced out to your lover, Shirabu, who was reading an online article at his desk as he scans for useful information to fill into his assignment. His professor had been giving different levels of tasks every month, this one was a tad bit difficult to his taste, adding bits of psychological detail.

You were a psychology major, having a passion to speak to those in need, after all the tries in life. You made it far in a short span, all that you ever wanted. Including the man of your dreams, you dated the same guy you crushed on back in high school.

Lacking a response, you stood up and walked over his focused composure. "Hm, what is it?", he sounded slightly bothered, it didn't matter either way as much. You had been waiting for him to take a break and you couldn't wait no more.

"Love, I'm busy right now. Can you wait a little longer? I'll be done soon, I promise" , he answered, your arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind as your face buried into his soft copper locks, his attention still trained onto the laptop screen. You sighed, "it's been hours, Kenji, can't you take a break?"

He wrote the last of his important notes and typed in the final detail into the document files, then submitting the file into a specific website to be sent directly to his professor, "There. I'm done, I told you I'd be quick", he turned around from his chair, facing you.

"Now what were you asking for, hm?", his slender fingers combed through your soft hair as he initiates a simple head pat. You liked it when he does it, he's gentle and affectionate with the subtle touch.

"Cuddle?", the innocent tone laced into your innocent request, he nodded. His eyes droopy, evident with exhaustion. Who was he to decline some nice rest with his dear significant other? Your presence comforted him, in which he values his whole life to it.

You both headed to bed, after a long day of studying multiple papers and reviewing crucial notes for the next exams. He leaned to place a gentle kiss onto your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his waist, his arms secured over your torso.

"Warm?"

"Mhm", you engulfed his scent into your senses, the sweet cologne you had longed for the entire day he was out of your reach. His soft breaths creating an ambience which led you to your slumber, into a dreamland you sought for that night.

You drifted off into that desired dreamland, while you embraced in the comfort of your boyfriend's arms. In fact you had not travelled into a dreamland in your peaceful sleep, Shirabu was the very dream you ever wished for.

The dreamland of your desires were merely you and him, under the fluffy covers in each others embrace. The moonlight shone onto your sleeping figures from the windows, the silence led you deeper into your resting state.

The man of your dreams.

The one you wished to marry, to be your wedded husband.

All that is close to accomplishment, little did you know in the drawer of Shirabu's desk was small box, there kept the ring he were to ask your hand in marriage the very next day.

As you were the one he wished to be his forever spouse, for as long he lives. And as death do you apart, may God reunite you in heaven above. The lovers who lived the dream they wished to come true, in fact had that completed in their list.

The unconditional love you shared was unbreakable, in fact it'll always be. The same way he would always be yours and you are forever his.

"Goodnight, my love"

His raspy voiced laced in a sleepy tone, yet inside he was giddy of what your reaction would be to his proposal.

Written by @hikaoi, yours truly.