#rain was not expected in the forecast 😭

[cinamun]

Somebody in the DMs said "why was Jayce playin her shit like a piano in them first two frames?" AND NOW I AM LOGGING TF OFF

[phagodyke]

this rain is fucking nuts its soooo damn loud it sounds like drilling or some shit. how is there this much water in the sky

[yvesssssssss]

Ajnwwkwijw, I'VE BEEN LOVING YOUR WRITING! And I wanted request a

Nagumo x reader, where the reader has been in a coma for some years and nagumo would always visit her, then during one of his visits the reader woke up, and didn't remember him

He made it his mission to make her remember him by going to their favorite places and meeting old friends

Until the reader finally remembers him and they kiss at the last.

(diko na kaya mag English😭)

That's my request thank you!!!

(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Remember me

(nagumo x reader)

Thank you so much for loving my writing—it really means a lot to me! I’m sorry if this feels rushed or took a while, but I truly appreciate you and your support. Your requests are always amazing, and I love bringing them to life. Let me know if you ever want more—I’m always happy to write for you!

Nagumo Yoichi had never been one to stay in one place. His life was a whirlwind of disguises, fights, and narrow escapes.

But for you, he stayed.

Every week, without fail, he came to your hospital room. He talked to you, brought your favorite flowers, left small trinkets on your bedside table—little things that reminded him of you.

Years passed, but he never stopped.

Then, one day, when he was least expecting it, you woke up.

And you didn’t remember him.

Nagumo Yoichi had survived gunfights, assassins, and death traps, but nothing had ever hurt quite like that.

Still, he only grinned at you, as if you hadn’t just shattered his heart.

“Damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think I was that easy to forget.”

You blinked at him, confusion in your eyes. “I… do I know you?”

He could have told you everything right then and there—how he loved you, how he had waited for you, how he had never once given up hope.

But that wasn’t his style.

Instead, he smirked, tilting his head.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to make you fall for me all over again.”

And so, he did.

The Journey Back to You

Day One: The Café of Memories

Nagumo showed up the next morning with a box of pastries, setting them on your lap with a cocky grin.

“You used to love these,” he said, popping one into his mouth. “Always made me buy extras, even though you could never finish them.”

You stared at the delicate pastry, hesitant. But when you finally took a bite, your lips parted slightly. Something about the taste—sweet, warm, comforting—stirred something deep in your chest.

“You okay?” Nagumo asked, watching you closely.

You frowned. “I… I don’t know. It feels familiar, but—”

Nagumo only smiled, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Don’t worry,” he said, tapping the tip of your nose. “We’re just getting started.”

Day Five: The Rooftop Under the Stars

The rooftop was quiet, the city lights twinkling below.

“You used to drag me up here all the time,” Nagumo said, leaning against the railing. “Said it was the only place you could hear yourself think.”

You gazed out at the skyline, fingers absentmindedly gripping the railing. A breeze swept past, and for a second—just a second—you felt like you’d been here before, standing right where you were now.

“…It’s nice,” you murmured.

Nagumo hummed in agreement. “Yeah. But you used to say it was even better when I shut up.”

You let out a soft laugh, surprising yourself. He chuckled too, nudging your shoulder playfully.

Maybe you didn’t remember everything yet, but this—this felt good.

Day Ten: The Dance in the Rain

It started with a drizzle. Then, in seconds, the sky opened up, drenching you both.

Nagumo laughed as he grabbed your hand, pulling you under the awning of a small shop. “Guess I should’ve checked the forecast.”

You laughed too, breathless, water dripping from your hair.

He stared at you for a long moment, something unreadable in his gaze.

“You know,” he murmured, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face, “you once told me you liked the rain because it washed everything away. Made you feel new.”

Your heart clenched. The words sounded right, like something you might have said.

Slowly, hesitantly, you reached out, fingers grazing his cheek. “Did I?”

Nagumo’s breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t move away.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You did.”

Your hand lingered against his skin, warmth despite the cold rain. Something was there—a whisper of memory, a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

And for the first time since waking up, you wanted to remember.

Day Fifteen: The Touch of Familiar Hands

The moon was high as you sat beside him on a park bench, a comfortable silence settling between you.

Nagumo had been patient—far more patient than you imagined a man like him could be. He never pushed, never asked too much. He simply stayed, always smiling, always teasing, but never letting you feel alone.

You glanced at him, your chest tightening with something you couldn’t quite place.

He caught your gaze and smirked. “What? Finally realizing how handsome I am?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “You really never change, do you?”

His smirk softened. “Not when it comes to you.”

Your breath caught.

And then—

Flashes of memories.

His laughter. His voice calling your name. His hands, warm against your skin. Nights spent talking until dawn. The feel of his lips on yours.

You gasped, hands flying to your head. The memories came rushing in so fast it made you dizzy.

Nagumo’s arms were around you in an instant. “Hey—hey, take it easy.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt, clutching onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared up at him.

“I remember,” you whispered.

Nagumo stilled, his hands tightening on your waist.

You let out a soft, tearful laugh. “I remember you.”

For the first time, his composure cracked. His smile trembled, his eyes dark with emotions too big to name.

“Yeah?” His voice was barely a breath.

You nodded. “You stayed all this time?”

Nagumo exhaled sharply, like he had been holding his breath for years.

“Of course I did,” he said. “How could I ever leave you?”

A tear slipped down your cheek. Without hesitation, he reached out, brushing it away with his thumb.

And then, slowly, he leaned in.

His lips hovered over yours, waiting—always waiting.

But this time, you closed the distance.

The moment your lips met, everything fell into place.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. The kiss was slow, deep, filled with years of unspoken words. His hands cradled your face, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And to him, you were.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the cool night air.

Nagumo let out a shaky laugh. “Took you long enough, sweetheart.”

You smiled, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “I guess I just wanted you to prove you really loved me.”

His laughter rumbled against your skin as he pulled you into his arms. “I would’ve waited forever.”

And somehow, you knew he meant it.

Because even in the time you had forgotten him, Nagumo Yoichi had never once forgotten you.

And now, neither of you would ever have to wait again.

[juuuulez]

🍂 | bearblr promptober #10: rain soaked, richie jerimovich.

i’m so sorry for being mia this past week! i have in fact written these like a month ago, but i’ve been so busy there was no time to format posts 😭😭

expect the past 4 days to be uploaded at different times today my slayers

-> prompt/kinktober masterlist <-

the laugh that bubbles up can’t be contained, for the sight is absolutely pitiful.

richie is soaked head to toe, standing in your doorway, a stupid pout on his face. it’s pelting outside, the typical autumn weather, where the leaves rustle and the wind whips past.

“jesus christ,” you snicker, opening the door a little wider to usher him in. “now, what happened to you?”

it only earns you a glare, because it’s quite obvious. the sulking, thankfully, doesn’t last long as you relent, letting your hands find richie’s torso. his larger palms come to your hips, but you brush them aside, not wanting your pyjama pants to get soggy.

“it started fuckin’ raining, that’s what.” he grumbles.

you grin, bringing a hand up to swipe at his cheek, droplets collecting on your fingers. “that’s what the forecast is for, idiot. should’a checked, seen if you’d need an umbrella.”

richie grumbles, and in one fell swoop, his face is in your neck. it elicits a squeak, as you try and pull him off, but it’s too late: his arms have already wrapped firmly around you, squishing your body close, sharing the rainwater.

“not funny!” you’re already scolding, “these are fresh pyjamas!”

his hands find your thighs, hoisting you up into his arms. richie’s face doesn’t leave your neck, his hot mouth contrasting the cold chill that’s quickly overtaking. “too bad,” he mumbles into your skin, legs already moving towards the hall. “guess we’ll both have’ta take a shower.”

okay, maybe that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.

[rmview]

So cover me nowwwwowwwwwww!

With seungmin maybe? Man I love that song 😭😫🎢

Ps: I've been doing ok. The exams kicked my ass.but now I'm all good lol

#kim seungmin #comfort, fluff #milestone game

the rain poured in heavy sheets, drowning out the distant hum of the city. you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, shivering as the wind cut through your soaked clothes. the storm had come out of nowhere, the sky splitting open just as you stepped off the last bus stop before home.

you were debating whether to make a run for it when you felt someone tug at your wrist.

“are you an idiot?” seungmin’s voice was sharp, but there was an undertone of concern beneath it. he held out his umbrella, covering you both as he pulled you closer to his side.

you blinked up at him, startled. “what are you doing here?”

“walking home. what does it look like?” he sighed, shaking his head. “why didn’t you check the weather?”

you huffed, pushing wet hair out of your face. “i didn’t expect a typhoon.”

“clearly.” his lips quirked in amusement before he sighed. “come on. my place is closer.”

you hesitated for a moment, but the cold seeping into your bones made the decision for you. he didn’t wait for an answer, simply adjusting the umbrella so more of it covered you before starting down the street.

the walk was quiet, the sound of raindrops hitting the fabric above you filling the silence. seungmin didn’t speak, but he was close enough that you could feel the warmth of him radiating through his sweater. it was grounding, comforting in a way you didn’t want to acknowledge.

by the time you reached his apartment, your teeth were chattering. seungmin unlocked the door with one hand, guiding you inside with the other. “go dry off,” he said, already heading to his room.

you stood awkwardly in his entryway, watching as he rummaged through his closet before tossing a sweatshirt in your direction.

“wear that,” he said simply, disappearing into the kitchen.

you changed quickly, the oversized fabric swallowing you whole. it smelled like him—clean laundry, a hint of something warm and familiar.

seungmin returned with two mugs of tea, setting one in front of you before flopping onto the couch beside you. “better?”

you nodded, wrapping your hands around the warm ceramic. “yeah. thanks.”

he didn’t respond immediately, just sipped his tea before glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “you should be more careful.”

you rolled your eyes. “i’ll check the forecast next time.”

“good.” he let out a small breath, barely audible. “i don’t like seeing you like that.”

something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. you turned to him, your voice softer. “seungmin…”

he met your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his dark eyes. and then, almost too quietly, he murmured, “so just… cover me next time, too, okay?”

the words lingered between you, unspoken meanings heavy in the air. the storm raged on outside, but in that moment, sitting beside him, you had never felt safer.

authors note: thank you for requesting sweetie! so glad life’s been going good for you xp exams kicked my ass too but yay for us getting through it! it’s still taking a while for my inspiration to come back, but i’m slowly getting into the writing flow again (i get burnt out too easily :')) hope you enjoyed this!

[ourtimeisrunningouttt]

Warnings for Bollywood-typical corny-ness, reader is implied to be south asian in some but anyone can insert themself in this. I hope y'all appreciate me translating south asian dishes like chai and halwa puri into English for the One section bc that was tricky 😭 In other news, I don't know how to write a sword fight..

𝓝𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓼

𝓓𝓸𝔂

Royal Lovers & Enemies to Lovers

Clank!

You gritted your teeth as your fingers tightened around the handle of your sword. It may be that you agreed to marry Doy at your family's behest, but you weren't going to play the role of the decorative wife who sits in the background and adorns her husband's home.

When you saw your husband-to-be practicing his sword skills in the courtyard, you raised your head and straightened your back as you asked him to spar. You suppose you should've expected the smirk.

Doy didn't go easy on you as you practiced, and you didn't mind. Most suitors who learned of your hobby thought it was 'endearing' and nothing more. Doy fought like he meant it, like he knew you could hold your own. As your swords locked you together you noticed that Doy had furrowed his brows, and felt a secret excitement at the thought of you being a difficult opponent for him. You gasped and stumbled back when Doy wrestled his sword away while you were lost in that thought.

You both studied each other as you regained your breath, and for some reason you felt lighter. Like the cloud that hung over the both of you since your betrothal had been confirmed had suddenly lifted.

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪

When You're Around the World Changes

Sangha had read many a poem and heard many a song that claimed love could change the world; It made the stars brighter, the flowers more fragrant, it made summer refreshing and winter warm. It's a nice enough thought, but Sangha never imagined such sentiments could be true. This is real life, after all.

And yet, whenever he looks at you, he begins to wonder if those writers had a point. As he watches you talking with your friends, he ponders the way the sun's rays illuminate your hair. He studies the tiny, yellow buttercup you plucked from the grass. Were they always that beautiful and delicate?

As sangha sits a few feet away, the observations meld into a world of their own. A world inhabited only by him and you, where the sky is just a bit brighter, the wind just a bit gentler, where he gets to listen to you all day.

𝓞𝓷𝓮

The Lunchbox a.k.a. The Inherent Romanticism of Little Gestures

Jiwon blinked owlishly at the dining table. Before him sat typical south asian breakfast setup-- black cardamom chai guarded under a tea cozy, warm and inviting deep fried bread, sunflower seed pudding and curried chickpeas. It was the same breakfast you normally made for him before he head of to work, and Jiwon always appreciated the effort as you two had only been married for a month. But the quiet distruptor of the breakfast-- a yellow Lunchbox-- couldn't be ignored anymore. Was this the famed lunchbox all those male love interests in Bollywood movies proudly carried to work? What did you pack inside it? Should Jiwon peek now or allow to remain a surprise?

Jiwon turned at the sound of you padding into the room, but the feeling of heat rising up the back of his neck compelled him to finish his breakfast and escape as soon as possible. He couldn't understand why such a simple gesture moved him so much. Maybe Jiwon just loved everything you did.

𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓻

Frolicking in the Rain

You swallow harshly, nearly out of breath. Kangsu continues to lead you forward, your hand in his. Your laughter warms you up for a moment as you both run down the street. The rain had caught you both by surprise, as neither of you had checked the weather forecast before heading out today. Before you knew it, the sky was gray and you and your boyfriend were drenched. The plan was to look for shelter, but given you both zoomed past a bus stop, your boyfriend is content to play around for a little longer.

You yelped when Kangsu suddenly hoisted you up and placed you on a bench, holding your hand to balance you as you walked. You looked down at him. The rain had glued his bangs to forehead, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. As a harsh gust of wind rushed past you, Kangsu must've decided it's time to find shelter after all, as he gently took you in his arms and helped you down.

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Arranged Marriage Gone Right

You weren't sure what to expect when you first arrived at Junho's home. When your parents showed you his photo the week prior and told you about the good family he comes from, you decided to give him a chance. He was a pleasant surprise, in the end. When he first met you, he showed you his room and told of his love of making music, and played you a song on the guitar. He made you laugh and told you of all the paces he wanted to travel to in the future.

Its still early, and both of your families are visiting a waterfall together. You turned when you felt a hand grab yours, and saw Junho motion to be quiet. You held back a laughas you both snuck away and walked into the woods. You think to yourself that Junho fits in with nature, as you two admire the scenery from afar. Fireflies gather around the both you, and Junho wears a contented smile. Tonight, you'd tell your parents it's a yes.

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@slytherinshua

[mangocheesecakes]

intense to torrential rains expected in our area according to the forecast 😭😭

[nicistrying]

Tuesday 20th June

I've had the loveliest day off today! Went to visit family yesterday including my dad for belated fathers day since I was working Sunday, and as usual he just sort of blanked me and sat not making eye contact with me, staring away looking for anyone else to come into the bar and getting really excited and chatty with them when they did. Like hello I am your daughter can you spare me one hour of your time to have a fucking conversation? Nope. As usual 😒 so was feeling pretty sad and angry after that but it was precisely what I had been expecting so it's whatever.

So today I was so happy to have one whole entire day all to myself. Got up early and walked Maggie at 8am so Matt could get home from nightshift and eat his breakfast and get to bed in peace and quiet. We had a lovely walk and Maggie made a new friend I hadn't seen before, a little boxer called Bella 😭 she was gorgeous. Did a quick change when we got home and went straight back out for a little run as it was forecast to rain all day. I left at 10 and it was just starting to spit and it just got gradually heavier so it was a heacy drizzle by the time I was heading home. Then the heavens opened and it rained torrentially all afternoon 🤣 I normally hate being out in the rain but running in it especially when it's still warm is sooo good and refreshing. I'm still sans fitbit but I did my usual route so roughly 4 miles at a half decent pace bc I was listening to a lot of drum & bass lol. I was out about 45 mins. Saw a little baby foal!! He was so sweet 🥹

Then just did chores, had lunch, did some lovely yoga, walked Maggie again. Made a big batch of pasta bake for dinners this week. My new phone arrived so been playing around with it getting it set up. I'm so happy to be able to have more than like 3 apps again and the camera is so good compared to my old one. Look at this compared to the absolute trash quality I usually post 😂

Other little nice things: went to Matt's parents' for a bbq on saturday after work. It was lovely and we had smores for dessert 😍

Also our wedding invitation samples arrived! My best friend's mam is a stationer so obvs we wanted her to make them and she didn't disappoint 😍

Back to work tomorrow. Hope everyone is well! 😊

[94erz]

hi sab, i have a question i want to ask you as a san antonio resident 😭

i’m going to hobi’s concert tomorrow and i’m so excited but i noticed that the forecast for san antonio from wed-fri says rain + thunderstorms + flooding possibly expected

i’d be driving in from north tx but i wanted to ask if you have a sense of how dangerous that forecast may possibly be? like as a san antonio resident do u think the weather gets crazy like that? i’m trying to decide if it would make sense to book a hotel now and avoid driving back in possibly dangerous conditions 🥲

Yeah I was bitching about it earlier 'cause I was truly hoping not and frankly I can't even really predict it. Like the other day it was supposed to be stormy too, rain + lightning but all we got was the lightning and it only started happening after 10 PM. No rain, no storm, and the lightning only lasted a few hours.

I doubt we'll get flooding, it never rains THAT much here (I've yet to experience it anyway), not enough to make it a serious hazard. That's about the only thing I can say for certain.

[breelandwalker]

Well, it was SUPPOSED to rain today but hahaha nope. Might rain tomorrow, says the forecast, but I doubt it. The chance of rain changes depending on which website or app you look at for our area, and it's discouraging.

As expected, the house is BOILING. And it's supposed to be even hotter tomorrow and the same the rest of the week. I've got fans circulating the air wherever I can fit them and I may go get another box fan if need be.

Fortunately, the window AC unit is keeping the bedroom very comfortable, so the kitties and I are gonna spend the afternoon lounging in the comparative coolness. Got my errands done this morning and picked up nibble foods for a tapas / charcuterie board supper so we don't have to cook anything, so now we're just going to hunker down and try not to do anything strenuous.

For the next week. 😭

Our AC still isn't fixed and it's going to be in the 90s for the next week. 😭

There's nothing for it, unfortunately. The service contractor our home warranty company assigned us to was TERRIBLE and I had to chase them down for two full months to get appointments and updates, and six weeks after we finally got a tech out, they STILL hadn't sent the report to the warranty company so they could order parts. No wonder all their Google reviews are 1 star. (Like seriously, what part of "Our HVAC system doesn't work at all and the temperatures upstairs are rising to a dangerous level on hot days" says meh, this can wait? Fuck you, Reliance.)

Thankfully, I was able to get us assigned to a different company and they were at the house the very next day and had the report in and parts ordered by the end of the week. So we're waiting on delivery and a repair date. But because of that two-month delay, we're kind of screwed here. Seriously, we put the request in in MID-APRIL hoping this could be resolved before the summer heat waves hit.

On top of that, our HOA doesn't allow window AC units because Gentrified Aesthetic Bullshit. So I called and explained (read: gave somebody a barely-polite earful) about our situation and our request was still denied, but we have until mid-July to remove the unit we put in our bedroom so that the upstairs doesn't get hot enough to be a health hazard for us and the cats.

(The HOA does allow indoor units with a low-profile window exhaust panel, but they cost twice as much as a window unit and we could only afford the cheaper model at the time that the temps were really starting to rise and we had pest control coming so the cats HAD to be upstairs overnight. I'm holding aside a little money just in case we need to get one.)

We'll manage though. We have proper curtains now and plenty of fans, and if worst comes to worst, I'll just spend the weekend in the bedroom with the cats and the AC. It's currently a toss-up as to whether we'll have thunderstorms or just swampy humidity.

I do not enjoy summer. 😑

[happilychaengs]

Hi! I really love your writing style! If possible, could you please do Twice's reaction on their s/o getting scared in their sleep during a storm?

(Also, I want you to know you're not alone. Honestly I relate with your vents so much 😭 I feel like everything is going downhill and it feels impossible to stop. Sending you lots of support and hugs <33)

-🩹

Twice's reaction on their s/o getting scared in their sleep during a storm

it is sooo hard for me to write 9 reactions that don't sound the same and to find good images but seriously thank you for that last part, it means a lot more than you think -r-

nayeon

nayeon was at her house just snacking on the couch watching whatever was playing on the television at the time. when she saw rain start trickling outside, she started to get worried. you hated storms. you hated how loud it got, almost to point where you start crying. but when she heard lightning strike in the near vicinity, she quickly sprung up into action.

she threw on whatever coat she had and made her way to your house. thankfully it wasn't far as she got the spare key from under the house plant and opened your front door. she shouted your name in concern as she ran around your house.

not long after, she spotted you and normally when she saw you huddled up on the couch in a blanket, she'd think it be the most adorable thing ever but right now she knew it was terrifying for you. she quickly made her way over to you and kneeled in front of you, ready to do whatever it took to comfort you.

jeongyeon

honestly, she had planned a lot of things when she had watched the daily forecast. as she caught wind that there would be a storm, she took the day off even with the protests of her manager and the company and basically soundproofed your entire bedroom.

when the storm had come rolling around, she invited you to her expertly made pillow fort which barely allowed any sound to come in from the outside in addition to the soundproofing she did to your room. she laid her laptop in front of her as she pulled you closer, ready to wait the entire thing out with you.

momo

sweat dripped off her forehead as she laid back down on the floor. momo really wanted to get this new choreo down early so she was spending her late hours in the dance studio but when she got a call from you, she got worried. you shouldn't have been up so late in the night.

she sat up as she answered the call, not expecting you to be whimpering and practically crying as she did.

"y/n?" she worriedly called out, "what's wrong?"

you were mumbling something in response but the only word that she could hear come out of your mouth was 'storm.' her eyes widened as she told you that she'd quickly be there and hung up. she knew she was a terrible girlfriend to leave you at home alone when she heard that the weather was terrible. all that she knew was that she'd make it up to you and help you in any way she could once she got back home.

sana

as she heard the lightning, her entire body jumped along with yours. the weather forecast said nothing about a storm tonight. you obviously woke up from how fast you covered your ears before sana quickly went into one of her drawers and pulled out two pairs of earmuffs. she had prepared them for any occasion like this because the both of you were scared of storms, you more than her.

she moved your quivering hands away as she slid a pair onto your head. she slipped on her own pair as she started signaling to the window and making weird signs, probably trying to ask if you could hear the storm outside.

you quickly caught on and shook your head as she gave you a quick thumbs up and pulled you closer, ready to stay like this for the rest of the night.

jihyo

she had went down to the kitchen just to make a cup of tea but when she heard the first lightning strike, her heart dropped. she wasn't one to forget anything like this. you were absolutely terrified of storms. she practically dropped everything she was doing and frantically ran straight back to the bedroom where you were sleeping.

when she got there, her heart sank at the sight. she saw you shaking as you had your hands over your ears, the blanket almost completely covering you. she quickly made her way under the covers with you and pulled you close to her chest. she began whispering sweet little nothings praying you'd somehow hear her over the lightning and that the storm would soon end.

"its okay y/n... you'll get through this."

mina

when your whimpers awoke her, she couldnt have been more worried. but as she looked out the window and heard the thunder crash, making you whimper again, she felt so disappointed in herself. storms usually were calming for her but it was terrifying for you and she felt like such a terrible girlfriend for letting you go through it alone.

she slowly wrapped her arms around you, making you freeze at the sudden contact.

"it's okay y/n... it's just me." she whispered into your ear. " just focus on me and my voice okay?"

your body slightly relaxed as you heard her begin humming in your ear, almost drowning out the loud crashes and booms outside your window. mina was prepared to do this for the rest of her night if that's what it meant to help you through this.

dahyun

she frowned as she put the tv remote down and looked back down at you. she tried putting on some show pretty loudly to take your mind off things but as the rain was getting only heavier and heavier and the lightning became more frequent, she knew she couldn't continue just doing the same thing.

she laid back down next to you, cupping your ears with her hands as she let you try and get some sleep. with how you were laying on her arm, it was definitely not going to feel great tomorrow but if it was for you, she'd do pretty much anything.

chaeyoung

her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as she felt someone frantically shaking her shoulder. her senses still disoriented from waking up so unexpectedly

"y/n?" she mumbled as she tried to make out the shadowy figure in her sight, "is that you?"

she got worried with how you mumbled a response. your voice was shaky, unclear, and weak. what she couldn't understand was why until she saw your figure jump as lightning crashed outside. she quickly turned on her bedside lamp and looked back to you, trying to get your mind off of it.

she got out a pair of earbuds and stuck one in her ear and yours, ready to spoil every song they've ever made if need be. she started rambling on about the process about each songs she's participated in and playing them, knowing you were always interested in how she worked. you were present enough to listen to her every word and luckily she had enough stories to tell about each song to last the night.

tzuyu

it was her first night staying over because of the predicted storm, but she was really confused and worried when she heard you almost crying as the storm settled in. as she thought about it though, it wasn't hard to figure out why you had felt like that.

luckily she had her pair of headphones on hand as she got them out of her bag and stuck it on top of your head. she quickly scrolled through some of the songs she had on her phone and played one which she thought would help. she upped the volume to a safe level as she looked over your shoulder and let out a sigh when she saw you slightly calm down from the storm.

[bobafetts-princess]

i’m so sorry but i am begging and pleading for more construction worker boba. you’ve changed me 😭 he’s just so effortlessly strong?? those ARMS??

CW!Boba is the poster child for ‘thick arms, soft tummy’ and I cannot stop thinking about it 😏

So have this brain rot because it’s been raining here a lot lately and I’m just thinking about a day off with Boba.

Smut. Consensual somnophilia. Oral (m!receiving)

He never sleeps in. Even on days off. But it’s been raining off and on the last few weeks, a sure sign that spring is on the way (no matter what Punxsutawney Phil had to say) so he’s been having to stay up late and catch the next days weather forecast to see if he needs to call his guys off. Last night he was up until almost midnight, the morning forecast said only clouds, the afternoon forecast said light showers, and the evening forecast said to expect thunderstorms. So he had to wait until the 11 o’clock news, which never gives the forecast until 11:30, and then call all of his employees to tell them it was another rain delay.

He’s exhausted. You can’t blame him. So you decide you’re going to wake him up with a present. You set the alarm on your watch for early, or earlier than your normal, and just hope that Boba is still asleep.

He’s a hot sleeper, always kicking off the covers in the middle of the night, and you swear he only uses covers because you like them. So you aren’t surprised when you roll over and he’s laying on his back, boxer-briefs on and his soft tummy and chest on display. You can see his erection through his underwear and you smile devilishly to yourself.

You work yourself out of the covers, moving slowly and deliberately to Boba’s side. He’s got one arm up and tucked behind his head, the bulging muscles of his bicep making you drool. Settling between his legs you do your best to work his underwear down enough to get his cock out without waking him, but it’s proving to be a task. His legs are as well-muscled as his arms and it’s hard to work his clothes on and off them without a little force. He grunts in his sleep and you’re thankful you’ve already had this conversation before today. He’s woken you up with head several times before but you’ve never had the opportunity to wake him up with head before, so you’re excited.

You manage to drag his underwear down just far enough to free his cock, the material tight under his balls. He’s only half-hard but he’s still big in your hand and bigger in your mouth when your wrap your lips around him. He lets out the softest moan in his sleep and it encourages you to keep going, taking him deeper. He hardens as you bob your head, a gentle pace to drag out his pleasurable slumber as long as you can. It doesn’t last long, of course, your mouth too hot and Boba’s senses too sharp and you can tell the moment he wakes. His breath grows ragged and his biceps twitch from the effort of not moving his arms and digging his fingers in your hair. You quicken your pace, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. He finally gives in and groans, low and sinful, the ghost of your name following as his hips arch off the bed.

“It should be illegal how good you are at sucking my cock, Princess,” he grunts, his hand trailing down to cup your face and rub a thumb over the impression of his cock in your cheek. “I’d like to punch the man that taught you to suck cock like this. Then buy him a drink and thank him,” he huffs out a laugh, one that’s accompanied by your own, and then his head tips back as you take him deeper. He curses, his hands ghosting over every inch of your body he can reach, and you know he’s close. Sticking your tongue out you steel yourself to cut off your own airways so you can take as much of him in as you can manage. Bobas thighs twitch under your fingers as he nears his end and his eyes roll back as he feels your throat constrict around him. He grunts your name, a short warning, but you started this, you’re going to follow it through.

His groan shoots through your body, lighting the flame that’s been burning under your skin since you worked his cock out. Your eyes lift to catch his and you give a short nod that allows him to let go. His seed shoots down your throat, the saltiness of it coating your tongue. He groans your name as you work him through it, your hands working what your mouth can’t fit. It feels like it lasts for ages and you do your best to swallow every drop of him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hands reaching out to catch your shoulders and pull you up his body. “You can wake me up like that every morning if you want,” he chuckles, his tongue dipping into your mouth as he kisses you. “What was that for?”

“Nothing in particular,” you shrug, “I know you’ve been stressed and I wanted to relax you a little,” you explain.

“Good thing I’m taking a day off because I need to make you come as hard as you just made me come,” he says, rolling your body underneath his and kissing you deeply.

[nevalizona]

Noooooooo why is there so much snow in the forecast for the week? Seems like every time I check the weather there's more snow expected. All day tomorrow is supposed to rain and snow😵‍💫😔

Edit: Ew look at this!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 this is tomorrow's forecast

It's not supposed to snow this early in Seattle!!!! Grrrr....

[retrievablememories]

Yuta who is new to town and opens up a bakery in your towns business district.

Your morning started off terrible. You were leaving a job interview you think you bombed, the weather forecasted a 1% chance of rain and it's just your luck that it started pouring when you were leaving, you were jogging to find refuge and one of the heels on your shoe broke. You were close to crying and screaming until you come across an open shop that you could hide in until the rain subsides.

You enter and you're the only person in there aside from the man running the register. He looks up at you with bright eyes happy to have a customer until he takes in your appearance and mood. The moment you think he's looking at you with pity you immediately breakdown in tears in the middle of his bakery. He stands behind the counter frozen for a moment because he did not expect to see a woman having what looks to be a horrible day breakdown in front of his freshly baked pastries.

Once he collects himself he rushes from behind the counter to check on you. He doesn't ask you what's wrong, he just asks if you want to sit and if you want some water. You couldn't really respond through the years so you nodded your head and let him guide you to a table. Instead of bringing out water, he brought out water along with some tea and the cutest pastry you've seen to date. You feel bad because you're getting ready to tell him you're flat broke but he beats you to it.

"I was saving this pastry for later because I was having a bad day but I'd rather give it to someone who could use some cheering up right now."

I'm not done with this, I just wanted to send this part because I feel like this will be long lmfao

plz, the longer the better. everybody could use someone who is as sweet and generous as yuta when they're having a shitty day. giving up the pastry he'd saved for himself to cheer you up ? 🥺 also him brightening up cuz he was so happy to have a customer is so cute to me 😭 everybody go visit yuta's bakery lots!!!