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Pechsträhne - Chapter 1

A/N: I can't even describe how excited and proud of myself I am to finally get this out on paper. My brain has been riddled with this story ever since I had a dream that inspired it. I can't wait to share this with y'all! I'm going to be figuring out how to make a masterlist tonight that I will keep updated with the main story, along with any extra goodies like playlists or Pinterest boards if anyone would be interested in any of that stuff. Please enjoy. Lots of love ~ Delyn <3

word count: 13~25k (sorry, docs can't decide which one it wants to keep bouncing back and forth between, lol)

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You have been invited to celebrate with us! 

The Wörner Hotel and Estate is celebrating 150 years of providing excellent service to all of our guests, and we want you to be a part of it! Built in 1868 by German settlers Matthäus and Felizitas Wörner, it is a nature lover’s dream; nestled between the edge of Michaux State Forest and historic Gettysburg Pennsylvania. This luxury hotel is the perfect balance between historical and luxury. We have everything you may need from live entertainment, multi-room suites, a freshly updated swimming pool, 24-hour room service, daily activities or fitness classes, valet parking, onsite grocery, and more. And with over one hundred acres of ground to explore, you’ll never get bored! Well, what are you waiting for? There’s no greeting warmer than at The Wörner Hotel and Estate!

Y/n’s fingers fiddled with the gold embossed invitation absent-mindedly, her eyes finding it difficult to keep their attention on anything else other than the piece of paper that felt so heavy in her lap. She had fought herself incessantly about what to do with it since it had wedged itself haphazardly into her mail slot, a physical embodiment of what a thorn in her side it was. Its arrival shouldn't have caused as much emotional turmoil as it did. She should have expected it, she had told herself repeatedly in order to calm her nerves, which worked about as well as a sinner praying their way through a last ditch effort to make it to heaven. And despite what this invitation may say, Wörner Hotel and Estate seemed like anything but heaven to her right now - Hell would be a more fitting name. Seeing the sketched out image of the hotel printed on the bottom shot her back into her childhood memories of sitting short and wide eyed as she watched different guests all busy up the stairs to enjoy their vacation, or where the tours would disappear onto the different walking trails. Only turning her attention away when she realized they had not noticed her presence, to whatever toys she set up on the front veranda that day- usually animal figurines whose feet and faces had been gnawed off by the family dog, or severely mistreated barbies.

She floated through all of her memories of growing up in the hotel with great resistance: Stampeding through the gardens with the staff children after cold elementary school days. Guests that just never seemed to leave. Her parents lavish parties in the ballroom. Phantom touches in the lobby. Swimming in the lake up at the state park on warm summer nights with her sisters and younger brother, pigging out on smores late into the evening. Her younger sister’s death. Haunting figures in long hallways, reaching their hands out to grab her. Always watching. Her friends. Her fight with her parents.

 Everything she doesn’t want to remember had been stamped with a wax seal  and thrown back into her orbit against her will. She hasn’t spoken to her parents in four years  as of this past Christmas, and her younger brother Roland has become increasingly difficult to keep on the phone for longer than 10 minutes before he loses interest in their conversations. Her elder sister Amalia, only three years older than y/n herself, has been radio silent since the night Y/N left the hotel and didn’t return. Their relationship barely kept afloat by obligatory texts on holidays and birthdays. 

All this makes Y/n wonder why they ever thought she would go back and why they even sent this invitation to her? Who still even worked there?  And what in god's name took over her mind to have her bag packed with a rushed explanation to her two very confused roommates, and seated on the first Amtrak train from D.C back to Pennsylvania? Maybe it was the residual emptiness of missing her family from the past holiday season, or maybe it was a nagging feeling in her stomach that told her she needed to. 

The train slowed down as it reached some small station outside the border of Pennsylvania state lines that Y/N can’t be bothered to hear the name of. She glanced out the window to watch a few stragglers shuffle on and off of the train car in front of her. With it being mid morning on a weekday, she had just missed rush hour and consequently the train wasn’t as busy. This gave her space and time to think about what to text to her driver -whoever that is- which she hasn’t done yet and probably should. She only has less than an hour before she arrives at the Philadelphia station, and the drive from the hotel is almost triple that. With a gentle jolt the train begins to pick up momentum again, its grinding metal and loud engine squealing at her to hurry up. Biting her lip, she pulls out her phone and looks at the messy pen scribble of her mother’s handwriting on the bottom of her invitation: a phone number she doesn’t recognize and a short “Call if you need a ride :).” message next to it. The friendliness of the smiley face seemingly contradictory of the basic impersonal invitation she was sure they sent to anyone and everyone.

 Maybe they didn’t expect her to come and they just felt obligated to send it? Turning the thought over in her head, she shook it away with a shudder. It was too late to have these doubts now- the hum of the train beneath her seat and the “Welcome to Pennsylvania!” sign making that abundantly clear. Punching the number into her phone, she hits the call button before she can give herself time to second-guess it. It rings once. Twice. A third time. Only stopping when the receiver tells her the number can’t be reached and to try again later. 

“Fuck.” Y/N curses under her breath, remembering that she is, in fact, in a metal tube speeding through tunnels and trees that really push the boundaries of her average cell phone line. She types the number in again and waits this time until the train pulls into another small stop right at the southernmost part of Pennsylvania. She had not maybe 30 minutes (if she was lucky) before her train ride would come to its dreaded end. Thumbing the call button she waited. This time, it rang only twice before an overly enthusiastic voice answered on the other line. 

“A Warm greeting from The Wörner Hotel and Estate! Front desk and lobby services, this is Seokjin speaking. How may I assist you today?” His voice was smooth and light on the ears - but it hit her as anything but. The name made her entire form tense up, and a nervous sweat prick at her brow. The reality of what she was doing truly set in as the voice of an old friend forced her to face the consequences of her actions head-on. "It's fine," She told herself, "he probably doesn't even remember me. It's been years..."

“Hello? May I help you?” He quipped again, a bit less perky than the first time.

Realizing that she hadn’t responded she choked out “Yes! Yes, one moment please!” She mentally face-palmed herself for such a clumsy response. “This is Y/N. Y/N Wörner. Anslem and Mariah’s daughter.” 

A moment of fuzzy silence met her ears causing her to shift anxiously in her seat. She was in the process of checking the phone screen to see if he had hung up when shuffling noises on the other end of the line jolted her phone back to her ear and his silver-tone voice cut through the static. 

“Oh! Yes forgive me- Mrs. Wörner had mentioned you might reach out.” He let out a smooth chuckle before continuing on.  “I assume you are calling for transportation services?” If he was surprised, his tone didn’t show it.

Y/N nodded, before catching that he could not see her with a “Yes, please!”

“Great! What’s the pick up address?” Y/N could hear the smile in his words and she flushed with embarrassment at how not put together she sounded. What a wonderful "first" impression she's giving him of her adult self.

“It’s going to be the Philadelphia Amtrak station.” Her eyes flitted to the trees dotted with new buds outside her window, finding their gentle sway in the wind soothing enough to qualm her racing heart. 

“Awesome... And what time will your train be arriving at the station, Ms. Wörner?” She heard the click of a pen, and the scratch of its ink on the paper. 

“ Well, you see about that…” She trailed off as the train began to leave the small station, the pen scratching mimicking her pause. “Maybe 20 minutes or so?” She laughed nervously at her own obvious lack of foresight. If he had managed to scrounge up any good impression of her during their call, she had just metaphorically tossed it out of her train window.

Seokjin guffawed on the other end of the line and openly sputtered out a “20 minutes?! That's an almost 3 hour drive, miss. I will send someone out right away, but will you be alright waiting?” Y/n could tell he was trying his best to cover up his anxious outburst with concern.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll grab something to eat and hunker down on a bench. It’s my fault for not calling sooner…” Y/N’s voice trailed off as she realized how this might make them look to her parents -making a guest wait for longer than they would approve of. She made a mental note to herself that she would just happen to forget to mention it during any conversations with them.

“Alright then Ms. Wörner. Your driver will reach out to you via text to share their information, location services, and a description of their vehicle. " She heard the unmistakable clicking of frantic computer keys as the previous anxiety in his tone faded and his customer service voice took over once again. "Please have your phone on hand with notifications on in case they need to reach you with any questions. Is there anything else I can help you with today?

“No, that is everything. Thank you, Jin.”�� The nickname spilled from her lips with a practiced ease that surprised her own self, but he carried on like he didn’t seem to notice. 

“Wonderful! I will see you later in the evening.” She could hear him typing something into his computer before the clacking ceased and a moment of silence enveloped them again. This time the silence felt eerily wrong and awkward. She could almost hear the sharp exhale before his voice drifted through the phone at a volume so quiet she almost missed it.

"I'm sorry- I couldn't catch that." She laughed trying to lighten the sudden shift in atmosphere.

“It’s…” He paused, seemingly weighing the sound of his own words on his tongue. “It’s good to have you back, Y/n.” 

The dial tone signaled that the line had ended, but she still found herself holding the speaker to her ear much longer than she needed to. The way he said her name with so much heaviness had her whole world spinning. It was both nerve-wracking and comforting that he remembered her. It meant she hadn’t been gone long enough for anyone to forget - and she couldn’t decide if that was a blessing or a curse.

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Hi there, Y/N!  I am about 15 minutes out from the station. I will park out front in the pick up line- black Hyundai, license plate no. JHP-0613. See you soon!! :) - Hoseok J.

Y/n used a greasy finger to swipe the notification bar down to read the message. So Hoseok ended up staying to work at the hotel too? She tapped the straw of her empty soda cup to her lips in thought. She would’ve bet money that he would’ve at least been working in the live entertainment part of the hotel- destined to follow in his parent’s footsteps- not one of their chauffeur drivers. His father, Mr. Jung, had been an exceptional live swing and jazz singer in the evenings in the main restaurant on the property, the Adelaide, with Mrs. Jung performing duets with him on rare occasions. Hoseok had been his mother’s favorite dance partner during her weekly swing dancing classes, and he had done wonderful stage work even at a young age. He should’ve had a straight shot to take their place once they retired - and they couldn’t possibly still be performing these days at their age- Y/n mused. Unless things really had changed drastically while she had been away. It made her wonder if everyone had stayed at the hotel except for her. She scoffed at the thought. Last she heard the Min’s boy applied to a college up in New York, and Jin’s cousin always was a smart kid- he must’ve left first chance he could.

Shaking her thoughts away, she wiped the grease of her fast food meal on her pants and typed a simple “Great! See you then.” swinging her bags onto her shoulders with a grunt, she leisurely strolled through the station, only pausing to toss her soda cup away in a nearby trash can. Y/n pushed through the exit and found a spot for herself near the pick-up line not too close to other passengers awaiting their rides. Taking in her surroundings, she eyed the bridge leading up to the station and watched all the pedestrians walking their own beat into the cement. The thing about Pennsylvania is that anywhere in the ungodly large state feels familiar. Maybe it’s the constant stark contrast of natural beauty and old cement monstrosities. Or perhaps it’s the feeling that every place in the state is haunted with its own age and existence. Being surrounded by the bustling nature of Philly’s atmosphere reminded her of taking trips here with her family, having walked the same sidewalk following the bridge to and from the trainstation many times. 

A rhythmic vibration grew in volume as a sleek black car pulled into the spot closest to her. The hip hop song cut off as the driver side door opened and a head of long wavy brown hair framing a wide heart shaped grin made its appearance. 

“Y/n! Wow!” He let out a short whistle as he leaped onto the sidewalk with ease, and traipsed over to wrap her in a tight hug before she could protest. “It’s been waayyy too long.” Her arms loosely wrapped themselves around his small waist, and all she could smell was orange blossom and pine- The latter being one of the signature smells surrounding the estate and the former being purely just how she remembered Hoseok. For a few moments she felt like a kid again - sitting shoulder to shoulder with him and his mother, a large mug of mulled orange tea,  and their backs bent over a card game. At that time it had been nearly impossible to keep him off his feet after he had suffered an injury from playing too roughly with the other boys. He had been practically melting from boredom, and had lost a lot of his usual shine. A shine that radiated off of him like a thousand suns at present day. 

“Ugh, not long enough. “ He released her from the hug with a dramatic roll of his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Save that attitude for your folks, not me.” His eyes trailed from her and the backpack and overstuffed carry on bag digging into her shoulders, before his warm brown eyes found hers again with a click of his tongue. “Is that all you brought? I figured for such a long stay there would at least be a suitcase- hell even a second backpack.” 

Y/n tilted her head at him, confused. “ Such a long stay?” 

Hoseok raised a brow at her response and chuckled. “I mean, yeah. I assume you’re staying for the entire anniversary celebration schedule are you not?” He gestured to the straps on her shoulder and she immediately shrugged them off in response into his waiting hands and rolled her shoulder blades in relief. 

She hesitated in her response, choosing instead to watch him pop the trunk and place her bags in. She hadn’t actually thought about how long she’d be here, she realized. Weirdly enough, her mind felt too fuzzy to bother worrying about another thing today -so she waited for his eyes to glance up at her over the open trunk to give him a shrug. 

“I didn’t think that far ahead, if I’m being honest.” 

He let out a boisterous laugh and slammed the trunk shut. “Seriously, you must not have changed that much.” Continuing to chuckle, he rounded the side of the car to the passenger side, and swung the door open in a dramatic gesture and a flash of his blinding smile. “After you, Ms. Wörner.” 

With a smile and a shake of her head, she settled into the front seat. He closed the door once certain she was fully in the car, and skipped to the driver side door and swung himself in and slammed the door in one swift move. 

“Are you always this casual with all your passengers?” Y/n turned to face him with a teasing smile. 

He snorted. “God, no - I like having my job.” He flicked the turn signal on for only a half second before swerving into the passing lane, immediately keeping pace with the other philly drivers. The hip hop song resumed at a lower volume than before, filling the car with a laid back atmosphere. “I have all my passengers sit in the back whenever possible. They can be really…” He paused trying to find the right word while switching lanes to take a westward exit. “Annoying.” he concluded. 

“And I’m not “annoying” to you?” Y/n laughed, thinking about the amount of times he had referred to her as such as a child. 

“You?” He let his eyes flicker to her briefly, sliding a sly smile on his face before returning his gaze to the road. “Never.” 

The drive went by quickly with such an engaging driver by her side. He was sure to ask all about her time in D.C., and she readily supplied him with answers. She told him all about her starting school, then in turn dropping out after her first year after feeling like no major fit her goals (if she even knew what those were)- A fact she was usually much too embarrassed to share, but he took it with no judgement. Instead taking the conversation elsewhere, like her current hobbies and interests, or prodding into her dislike for her roommates with exaggerated humor. She didn’t realize how much she had missed talking with him. Why didn’t she reach out to him? To any of them? She wondered. As if her brain liked being cruel her to when she was finally able to slip into states of peace, it forcefully pulled one of her last prominent memories of him.

Her face was hot and wet as she stomped out of the private dining room. The gentle sway of Nat King Cole that used to be her favorite around this time of year had become her least favorite thing in the world at the moment- each note hitting her ears sharply. Her head pounding in retaliation to what was once a subtle volume now seeming like it bounced tauntingly in her skull, telling her to have a ‘Merry Christmas”. If she wasn’t so angry she would’ve laughed at the irony. She didn’t get far down the festively lit hall before she ran face first into Hoseok, his hands still damp from having just been washing them bracing her shoulders, and his concerned voice muffled by her own blood rushing through her ears. She met his concerned eyes, his wavy hair only just gracing his brows back then, and all she saw reflecting back in his eyes was her own swollen and disheveled reflection. Then his face fell into the same shape everyone else in the dining room had. Pity. She hated it. It made her skin crawl, and her stomach bubble in self defensive rage. He was looking at her the same way Mr. and Mrs. Min just had. Like the Jeon and Kim families had. Like Hoseok’s parents had. It made her sick. 

“Did you know too?” She spat out. 

He stuttered at her sudden intensity. “W-what? What are you-” 

She pushed her finger into his chest sharply. “Don’t you lie to me, Hoseok Jung.” 

A moment of stillness gripped them both in a heavy hand that's fingers were closing in on them in a tight fist, trying to take its time suffocating them. His eyes flickered back and forth between both of hers and then she saw it- his chin crinkled just so, and it gave him away to her in an instant. 

She let out a wet angry laugh that sounded closer to a sob. “So you too, huh?” She took a staggered step back, feeling like with every step the floor was pulling her deeper. Like it was trying to pull her through the floorboards so it could swallow her whole. At this moment she wanted it to. “Did everyone know?”

“Y/n, listen I-” His eyes were glassy, saying more to her than his words could.

“Save it.” She shoved past his outstretched hands and began the pathetic walk of shame back to her room. She hated crying in front of people, and it seems like everyone in the house had gotten a front row seat and an encore. She heard him call out for her, but it didn’t stop her. She didn’t have the strength to face any more betrayal than she already had.

“Y/n? You still with me?” Hoseok took one hand off the wheel to playfully wave it in front of her face.

She pushed his hand and her memories away in fake annoyance with a gentle ‘sorry’. 

He shook it off with a laugh.

“So what about you? Your parents…are they still performing at the Adelaide?” Y/n snuck a sideways glance to judge his response. 

He let out a heavy sigh. “Ah…no not really. My dad will sometimes sing some of his old classics on busy weekends, and my mom switched from swing classes to waltzing lessons. But otherwise they’re mostly retired from the entertainment industry. Old age and achy bones and all that.” 

Y/n nodded along, trying not to ask the burning question of why he hadn’t taken their spot. Before the question could sear it’s way off her tongue he spoke again, seeming to read her thoughts. 

“You remember the Kims 2.0? Not Seokjin and Namjoon kinda Kims. The new Kims. Thinking about it, I guess you probably didn’t get to spend as much time with them before you were sent off to all those different schools. And they were usually gone around the holidays as his parents don’t care too much for Christmas. They were only around for a couple before they were hired permanently.”

Y/n’s face scrunched in thought as she tried to remember their arrival. “The Kims 2.0?” 

Hoseok hummed. “Yeah. They were hired after y-” He seemed to catch himself “After I broke my leg. They did a lot of the set and stage work, and had taken charge of the performing and entertainment department .” 

When Y/n didn’t give him much of a reaction he clicked his tongue and moved on. 

“Well , their son, Taehyung- he’s got this singing voice that’s undeniably born for big band and jazz- they would’ve been a fool not to give him the job the second he turned 21.  It didn’t take much convincing for him to take my dad’s place.” There was tension in his tone he seemed to be trying to cover with his usual nonchalance, but she could pick up on his discomfort and decided to change the topic. 

“Huh. I guess the name sounds familiar…but tell me,” she turned her body to face him and folded her hands in her lap. “Who else stayed behind?” 

“Once a gossip, always a gossip.” He rolled his eyes, but another small genuine smile was breaking across his face. 

When he didn’t start talking immediately, she gave him an expectant look. 

“Alright, I’ll spoil the surprise, geez.” He turned the car onto an exit, signaling their time on major highways ending and the time of battlefield side roads and wooded winding paths etched into the scenery. Satisfied with that, she turned her head to look out her window-  she could see the main town of Gettysburg in the distance, outlined by the setting sun. 

“Seokjin works the desk and maintains the lobby, as you are aware. Usually I work as a valet or Chauffeur. But sometimes I pick up random jobs around the place when I’m not busy: like working the pool or picking up shifts at the convenience store and gift shop. Pretty much anywhere they need me.” He turned off the main road that would’ve sent them straight through downtown Gettysburg, and veered onto the start of the long scenic back roads that lead to the Hotel and Estate. “Sometimes even giving Yoongi a hand with electrical issues when he needs -”

“Yoongi? I thought he went to a university in New York?” Y/n couldn’t contain her disbelief.

“Oh, yeah. He did, but came back about 3 years in. Said something about needing to figure some things out before he went back to finish.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Anyways, our Jiminie is one of our tour guides and the guest activity coordinator.” Hoseok cooed, “You should pop into one of his tours of the property in the morning! I don’t know if anyone has gotten around to telling him about you coming back.” 

The way he said coming back with such finality settled heavily in her stomach. Like he had expected her to come back. Like he was expecting her to stay. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, that was definitely just her anxiety speaking. 

“Jungkook works housekeeping right now- but he’s been weighing going into security training. I’m sure he's just ecstatic to hear about you. “ Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows aggressively and gave her a teasing smile. 

“Oh shut up with that, he was always just my good friend.” Y/n flushed lightly, knowing full well Jungkook had not seen her as just a friend throughout their childhood. Always trailing after her like a puppy because for some reason- her awkwardness, lack of social skills, and very strict way of organizing her animal figurines must have really drawn him in. He hadn’t ever actually said anything to her about it, choosing instead to be a good friend who was a great shoulder to lean on. But even with obliviousness being a top skill on her metaphorical resume, she had been able to tell. 

“Uh huh. You tell yourself that, Mrs. Jeon~” 

“Oh my god! We were FIVE. Playing house was serious business back then and you know it- we even got divorced twice. TWICE!” Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter by the end, and neither could he. 

“What was the first one about again?” 

Y/n waved her hand dismissively “Oh- he wouldn’t let me name our pretend pet dolphin Shoeshine or something like that. Said the dolphin needed a more distinguished name.” 

“Damn, that really does sound like very serious business.” He cackled. 

“Don’t act like you’re innocent here!” She spun her entire body in her seat to face him “I also married YOU once. AND Yoongi.” 

He gave a loud over dramatic gasp- “So you admit to cheating on me? All these years I wondered…what a shame.” 

They dissolved into a fit of giggles, before a comfortable silence settled in the vehicle. Glancing back over at him to quip another remark about their fake marriage, she paused. He seemed to want to say something else with the way his mouth tightened before opening momentarily-then snapping it shut with pursed lips. He must’ve decided to just say it, his voice breaking the silence.

“Your sister is still off in Europe, so we haven’t seen her since the last time you were both back for the holidays.” He flexed his fingers against the wheel nervously. She could tell he was avoiding bringing up what happened during that holiday visit that caused her sister to run to foreign college programs. And she couldn’t blame him.  Both of their reluctance to speak of the topic made it easy for him to quickly move on. 

“Roland goes to school nearby for now, but I don’t see him often enough to give you much more than that.” He offered with an apologetic shrug. “And last but not least, Namjoon has taken up landscaping maintenance and gardening. He does a great job with it too. It is what he went to school for after all.” Hoseok chuckled, trying to keep the mood light again.

“So he did make it to school?” Y/n quipped in. 

“Yeah, he did some hybrid program that had him in and out of California to study Botany and Horticulture, with a minor in some sort of plant management….something. You can ask him about the specifics.” 

“Huh.” Y/n fell back in her seat, her shoulders sagging against the seat.

“What?” He glanced over at her as he made a right turn onto the gradual hill that snaked it’s way to the front lawn gates.

“It’s just…” She saw the gates of the driveway in the distance and her heart tightened painfully in her chest. “Everyone stayed. I was so sure most of you would’ve banked the second they got the chance.” Everyone but me. 

His grip tightened on the wheel. 

“We tried, but it’s almost like the hotel-” He paused with a sharp exhale. “You just feel like you never want to leave.” 

His words were genuine, but his smile was not. It was the first smile she’d seen from him today that didn’t meet his eyes

Pulling into the gate she felt her heart somehow squeeze tighter, and she tried to shake away the unsettling feeling that found a home in her chest at his words. Instead turning her attention to the old metal gates that were always propped open to welcome its endless flow of guests. The long front lawn decorated in hardy shrubs dotted  inbetween with budding nursery plants. The soil around them was still loose and fresh, probably new additions to welcome the coming of spring. Her eyes surveyed the clash of the familiar and unfamiliar. The plants looked different than the usual flora species she remembered them traditionally planting- it looked like someone was experimenting with a new layout- probably Namjoon- she concluded.  Hoseok took the gravel road at a relaxed place, giving her time to take it all in. The outside of the hotel remained the same- A combination of colonial and old European romance. Boxy, yet elegant, and still unimaginably huge. Her eyes flitted from the front stairs and followed to the right around to the side veranda built onto the sloping  hill, so you can gaze down into a heavy tree line and over the-

“What the fuck is that?” Y/n pointed at a rounded protrusion from the right side of the building- a dome of glass panels where the outdoor pool used to rest. 

“What? The pool?”  He slowed the car to a stop so she could get a better look at it. “They built a greenhouse dome around the outside portion of it to extend its year round use. It’s really nice inside. Next shift I work at the pool, I'll come grab you and you can keep me company while I keep an eye out for drowning children.”  After she had a few moments to take in the new addition, he put the car into motion, snaking his way through the roundabout and stopping at the base of the stone steps. 

“Here we are!” He sang unbuckling both of their seatbelts. He hopped out of his seat the instant he put the car in park, and shut the door behind him without sparing her a glance. She heard the trunk open, and the shake of the car as he pulled her stuff out of the trunk. In any other circumstance she’d think he was trying to be annoying- avoiding her gaze and leaving her in the dust to see who could make it to the front doors first. But this time she could tell he was giving her space to take it in, and for that she was grateful. She took a deep breath and gripped the door handle with three fingers. She watched through the window as Hoseok started carrying her bags up the stairs at a leisure pace, taking his time in order to give her more. She felt the handle give under her hands, and the rush of chilly early spring air brushed against her skin and the symphony of bugs and the sound of the tree branches dancing in the breeze met her ears. The hair on her limbs stood up in succession, sending chills across her entire form. One of her feet met the ground, and the crunch pf gravel felt so loud in her ears. It rattled her bones and made every muscle coil up, like an animal preparing to run from danger. She stood, putting both feet on the ground, an intense feeling getting stronger the closer she got to the stairs. Her heart thrummed in time with each one of her steps, and her ears began to ring. Hoseok had already made it to the doors, and began conversing with a luggage boy. Why did he feel so far away all of the sudden? The air suddenly felt as though it was closing in on her with each pace and the ringing in her ears was so loud, she thought they might bleed..

 The bottom of her shoes met the first stone step with a thud, and suddenly all was quiet. She froze, unable to move any further. No more bugs, no sway of the tree branches in the wind. The ringing in her ears had ceased. Only the sound of her breathing and her heartbeat remained, which felt so small in comparison to this open ended silence. She couldn’t even hear Hoseok’s distant voice talking to the men standing at the doors, it was like they weren’t even there anymore. Glancing up, she found that they were no longer there. The space they had occupied shows no sign of life. The doors were still open, yet no light emitted from the windows, or the threshold. She was alone.The door was still open, but  was now occupied by a pulsing darkness that felt both overwhelmingly alive yet utterly empty.  The silence became suffocating. The dark blue of the spring night sky no longer felt peaceful. It felt dangerous. It was as though she had a thousand eyes on her from all directions, waiting with baited breath for her to fall right into their hungry, gaping mouth. From her right side, a cloud of cold air curled around her leg and weaved itself between her palm and fingers. It coiled itself tighter around them like it was holding onto her, keeping her from turning back. The gravel road gave way with a crunch behind her, and then she heard it. A whisper so quiet it almost blended into the chill breeze. 

“Welcome home.”

Suddenly the world snapped back into motion, nearly knocking her off her feet with its force. The bugs resumed their song, and the trees their swaying dance. Her chest was rising rapidly as her eyes searched frantically at the warmly lit windows, and the once dark and empty door now bursting with a warm inviting glow. In front of it her eyes landed on where Hoseok stood, giving directions to the luggage boy as he handed them her bags. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to be near him and the inviting light of the lobby, she sped up the stairs as fast as her legs could take her. 

“-private estate quarters. You can put them on the second floor landing. Thank you.” 

By the time she reached him, her heart was beating out of her chest and she had begun to sweat- from nerves or the speed at which she pushed herself up the stairs she couldn’t tell.

He turned his head to speak to her and did a double take. 

“Woah- what happened to you? You look like you might be sick.” His hand gently brushed his hand across her forehead to check her temperature, and his other hand held her forearm to steady her. She was sure it must’ve come back damp, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead choosing to remain quiet, his mouth twisted in contemplation. His eyes flickered over her shoulder down to the car, and paused there for a moment before meeting hers. Abruptly, he turned sharply and stepped through the front doors of the lobby. 

The high white stone and gold ceiling outlined in ornate crown molding, brightly lit with a large chandelier hanging proud over the lobby seating was as grand as she remembered. Hoseok didn’t give her time to marvel over it, his shoes clacking loudly on the polished floor as he beelined for the check in desk located against the back wall, passing all of the seating and the barreled ceiling hallway to her left that led to the theater hall below them. The large wooden board behind the man behind the counter’s wide frame was dotted with golden keys hanging from their large metal rings- “it keeps the charm!” her father had insisted when they talked about changing to key cards. She watches the man behind the desk reach one and swipe the one hanging under the number 203, handing it to the family he was checking in. Her eye’s mesmerized by the way the rest glittered in the yellow glow of the extravagant light fixtures mounted next to it. 

Her father let her sit in during their meeting with staff and other executives during the discussion about what updates they’d like to see in the next 10 years. She had taken the opportunity very seriously- her favorite Clifford the Big Red Dog pencil with a frog shaped eraser gripped purposefully in her small hands, scribbling down notes she deemed worthy in a batman themed notebook. The moment Mr. Jeon had suggested a keycard system, and the room was divided between moving with modern technology, or keeping the surviving key system they’d had since the first guest stayed in the hotel. She remembered the way her father, after sitting with his brows creased deep in thought, turned his gaze to her and grinned. “What does the future inheritor of the Wörner estate say?” 

“I can help the next person.” Seokjin’s clear tone brought her into the present, jolting her heart that had just barely managed to calm itself from whatever happened outside. 

His warm brown almond shaped eyes and friendly smile made her heart feel warm with nostalgia- giving her a much needed distraction. He gave her a once over and his face immediately fell into a look of irritation as he turned to Hoseok, who sauntered up to the edge of the desk. 

“Checking in Ms.Wörn-”

“What did you do to her? I sent you because I thought you’d be a good fit to make her feel comfortable, not to torture her!” He reached his hand up and gently smacked Hoseok upside the head. 

“Hey!” 

“Hey what? I knew I should’ve sent Namjoon instead.” He turned to his left, muttering something along the lines of sending a clown to do the lord's work as he rummaged through what looked like a mini fridge tucked under the desk. 

“Ugh Jinnie, pull it together.” He reached over the counter to poke Seokjin’s puffed out cheeks, and the latter immediately brought his hands up to swat him away. “And anyways, I’d give Namjoon five seconds into Philly before he would’ve gotten into an accident. He doesn’t know how to drive in cities.” 

Seokjin stood back up, nudging the mini fridge door closed with his hip. A can of water in his hands and scowl on his face directed at Hoseok’s cheeky grin. Turning his attention back to y/n, his face did a complete 180, lighting up in a friendly smile again. He held the aluminum can out for her to grab. She reached for it with grateful shaky hands, and cracked the top open to take a large swig of the cool liquid. 

“Sorry about him Ms. Wörner, you know how he can get.” 

“Please, call me Y/n.”  and “I didn’t do anything to her!” were spoken over one another.

“Oh yeah? What happened then? Did some other fool talk her ear off for 3 hours?” 

Y/n couldn’t stop herself from nearly choking on her water as she fought back a laugh at the two. The combination of their familiar banter and the refreshing water pulling her back into a more relaxed state. 

“No.” Hoseok plucked a piece of invisible lint from Seokjin’s red jacket. “She tripped.”  Seokjin slapped his hands away again, before eyeing him suspiciously. 

“She tripped?” He straightened his coat off instinctually after he pried Hoseok’s fingers from fiddling with it.

“Yes. She tripped.” 

They seemed to engage in some sort of silent conversation, their eyes following each other as they flickered back and forth to her and the front door behind her. Seokjin relented with a sigh, and turned to Y/n his smile on his lips yet again.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear about that. Be sure to watch your step in the future, we don’t need anything happening to you during your first time back.” He turned to his computer screen for a moment, before moving around to exit the lobby desk.  “Let me show you to your room.”

“I can handle that-” Hoseoks smug smile was wiped off his face by a stern glare from Seokjin. He raised his hands up in surrender and let Seokjin take the lead.

 He led the three of them up one of the double staircases that led to the second half of the lobby. Once at the top, she saw the convenience store and gift shop to her right, and next to that their small cafe, The Edelweis,  with its white floral logo lit up but the seats mostly empty. To her left was a barreled ceiling hall identical to the one on the level below them. Only this one had restrooms lining the left side wall, and a small red carpeted hallway that led to the right and straight to the Adelaide. She could faintly hear the smooth floating trumpet of a Kitty Kallen song serenading its patrons, the aroma of the extravagant and diverse menu making her stomach grumble in interest. She’d be sure to stop in tonight if she had time. Her mouth practically watering at the thought of freshly made pasta, birria inspired pot roast, and rustic french bread with their signature gochujang, honey and herb butter. A melting pot of a restaurant that stands as a physical embodiment of all the different people whose hands helped maintain the hotel to what it is today. 

Seokjin had his hands clasped comfortably behind him as he walking, keeping his back straight. Y/n took this time to inspect his new look. His dark hair not too short but not too long, kept neat and out of his eyes under his cap. His shoulders had widened, and his jaw grew into that which made his face look older and more mature- the last of his boyishness gone in everything except the jovial glow in his eyes. The three of them traversed in silence. Well- what was silence until Hoseok got fidgety. 

“I can’t wait for you to see the estate’s new look. They updated the color so it’s no longer the old dingey red that's in the main hotel. It practically looks like a new space.” 

Seokjin gave a weary look between the two of them, but didn’t comment. He just continued to lead them down one of the side halls on either side of the main elevator, and out into the open square courtyard that the two arms of the back of the hotel wrapped around. Y/n nearly tripped over her own feet to keep pace with how fast he seemed to walk across the cobblestone. Weaving expertly around the small flower garden and seating area where a few guests were lounging about, enjoying the gentle babble of the water fountain. He nodded politely to them and tipped his hat, which they returned.  With swift steps they made it out of the courtyard and up the short gravel path to the Estate house. Stopping at the navy blue and gold embellished doors, he pulled out a key from his pocket and slid it in the key hole. If Y/n didn’t know any better, he seemed to be on edge- both in a rush and reluctant to open then door. But why, she couldn’t quite piece together. 

The doors swung open and her breath caught in her throat. She had found her answer.

What used to be the old dated, red wallpaper, was now a soft sky blue- brightening up the white molding and making the golden details shine. The wooden floors had been repolished, and a dark blue antique patterned rug ran through the main hall, and disappeared into the rest of the downstairs. Everything was fresh, bright, rich, and confronting. Just like she had drawn out when she was a teenager. 

The thought made her both swell with pride, and awakened a dormant rage. Forcing those feelings away she followed their steps, past the large private dining room to her left, and the study to her right. With each doorway she passed, she could see snippets of the new designs- her designs. Sticking to the blue tones and gold embellishments. A nod to the Wörner heritage, and to the tea set brought to the United States by Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s fourth great grandfather that has had a permanent home in their dining room display cabinet. Its grayish blue accented cups and saucers are a symbol of how interconnected their family has been for over a century. Making their way up the grand staircase to the landing, she saw her bags resting on one of two navy plush armchairs. The elegant blue continued up throughout the landing and down both halls on either side of her, perfectly complimenting the oil painted mural of wispy clouds and classically painted european style figures draped across the landing’s ceiling. 

“So, what do you think? Nice right?” Hoseok did a small whistle and a turn. “Makes it feel so much brighter, and less like The Haunted Mansion with all of those deep moody reds.”

Seokjin stood quietly, his head slightly down and his neck flushed. He probably knew that this had been her idea. Her design. With his parents being so involved in the affairs of the hotel and estate, they would know everything, and subsequently so would he.. Hoseok remained oblivious to the awkward energy in the room, so Y/n plastered a smile on her face in order to save everyone from the lingering discomfort. 

“It really does. Just makes it more inviting.” She managed to get the words out without sounding too forced, a feat she had to pat herself on the back for. Tearing her eyes away from the walls to look at the two of them, she could practically feel Seokjin’s shoulder’s relax as he bounced to pick up her bags with two hands. 

“Your room has remained mostly untouched at your parent’s request. I’m sure you can change that though if you wanted to.”  Seokjin smiled. Y/n realized as she watched him stand still, that he was probably waiting for her to lead the way to her room. Muscle memory led her there- Down the hall on the right hand side of the split landing, follow the bend to the left all the way to the back corner room. She could hear their soft footsteps behind her, so she knew she didn’t have time to freeze up now. Gripping the bronze worn doorknob with vigor, she pushed open the door with a bit more force than she had meant to, causing the door to bounce off the door stopper before coming to a slow stop at an angle.

“Geez, what’d that door do to you?” Hoseok remarked, earning a stiff elbow in the ribs from Seokjin.

Ignoring the two of them, she stepped into her old room. It was exactly as she remembered it. The golden bed frame wound with battery operated lights from her highschool years, her comforter a natural forest green, complemented by an array of burnt orange and white leaf patterned pillows. The walls a sage green botanical wallpaper, peppered with photos from her childhood and highschool. Kicking a flipped corner of her patterned woven rug out, she took a slow lap around the room, stopping to run her hands over the calendar, 4 years out of date, still open to December. On the 25th box were a few doodles of trees and cookies she had done in a tipsy haze the night of Christmas eve. Seokjin cleared his throat, startling her. 

“Where would you like me to set these?” 

“Oh! You can just toss those on the bed. Thanks.” she gestured absent mildly in the direction of the bed. 

He did as he was told, while Hoseok just leaned against the doorframe, glancing around the room seemingly lost in thought. 

“Dinner in the estate is still served at 7:30, so you have a bit of time to get settled if you’d like to join us. You don’t have to eat here, you can always go to the Adelaide or wherever you’d like. But I’m sure your parents are looking forward to seeing you tonight.” Seokjin bowed gently, and began to retreat. Without thinking, Y/n walked over and put a hand on his arm. 

“Thanks, Jin. I really appreciate everything today. I missed you all.” Y/n met his eyes, hoping to convey her sincerity. 

“No problem Ms. Wör-”

Y/n cut him off with a playful groan. “ Enough of that- you’re my friend, no need for fancy titles or anything like that.” 

His ears twinged pink as he gave her a shy nod and smile. The customer service persona was gone, and  in front of her stood the sweet and quiet Seokjin she remembered as a kid. 

“Great! I’ll see you at dinner then. 7:30?” 

He fixed his coat again, and the confident persona took over once again. 

“Of course you’ll see me there. You know me, always on time.” He gave her a small salute and passed Hoseok -who had been silently watching the exchange- with a curt nod as he left the room. Hoseok watched him go until he was out of sight, and turned back to face Y/n. 

“You doing okay with all of this?” He asked, gesturing to her with his chin.

“Yeah I am. I should probably wash the bedding though, don’t you think? Four years of sitting in a dusty room probably has them feeling pretty stale.” Y/n laughed dismissively. She unzipped her bag and began to pull stuff out. 

“I didn’t mean your room, but that’s good to hear. I can let the laundry service know for you on the way out.” She met his gaze again for a good long minute, waiting for him to crack a joke of some kind, but he didn’t. 

“Oh.” She paused, trying to wrack her brain for a good response. How was she doing with all this? Honestly she couldn’t tell. Her day had been a complete whirlwind so far. It was like something had drawn the curtains on her anxiety and emotions so she couldn’t feel them at the moment. If she really thought about it, she couldn’t put her finger on why she had been so nervous in the first place. Right now, she felt good in the estate- like she was supposed to be here. “I’m really not sure. I feel fine, I think…” She trailed off with a shrug. 

He hummed in agreement, but he didn’t seem to buy it. 

“Well if you need anything, I’m down the hall on the left side of the landing now.”

“Awww. We aren’t neighbors anymore?” 

His smile came back again, and he laughed. “Oh don’t you wish.” He pushed himself up from the door frame and stretched his arms above his head until she heard something pop. “But fortunately for you, I’m Jungkook’s problem now.” 

“Shucks, what am I ever going to do with all this peace and quiet.” Y/n snapped her fingers in feigned disappointment. 

“Oh I don’t know about that, your new neighbor is a night owl so I’ve heard.” He began to saunter back out of the room with a teasing smile. 

“Oh yeah? And who is that?” She stuck her head out of her doorway to peer at him as he made his way down the hall. 

“Yoongi. He insisted on moving to this hall when he came back so I traded with him.” 

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Hoseok was true to his word, the cleaning service showing up not 10 minutes after he had sauntered away. Once she had thanked them profusely and handed them her linens, she made sure to waste all the time she could by puttering about her room and giving it a gentle face lift. Anything to keep her mind occupied and away from both her parents, and whatever the fuck she had experienced out front. Removing the outdated calendar was first, then putting away all her belongings in color order (multiple times), before tucking her bags beneath the bed, which is where she was in the process of doing now- seated on the floor with her bags folded over her knees, and head tilted in confusion. She had lifted the bed skirt up to shove the bags under there to be forgotten indefinitely, when something already being there stopped her in her tracks. There, centered under her bed, was a small wooden box that was sure she hadn’t left in that spot. It was her old childhood jewelry box, one of which she purposefully avoided taking with her. With trembling hands, she pulled it out and unlatched the lid. Laying inside where she had left them, were all of the pictures she owned that had anything to do with her younger sister. She picked up the first one and held it up to look at it more closely, even though she knew that she shouldn’t. Three girls, close in age and wearing a set of matching dresses only differing in color, were lined up on the front porch of the hotel, the front lawn behind them was flourishing with flora and littered with toys. The photographer -She thinks it had been Mrs. Jung-  had to have been standing in the open doors of the lobby when it was taken. Posing obediently on the right hand side was Amelia, the eldest, wearing a large toothy grin and one arm tossed awkwardly over Y/n’s bent form. The 4 year old Y/n in the photo had her arms wound tightly around the youngest in the photo, Matilda. Matilda’s small hands were clasped around a stuffed horse, and she was sporting the signature awkward and messy grin of a nearly 3 year old toddler. Y/n felt her throat tighten, as she held up the next photo - the one of Matilda’s last Christmas. No one in the photo had known that at the time, it was filled with the unbridled joy of over a dozen children posed in front of that year’s lavishly decorated tree, buzzing with impatience to open the overflowing pile of presents spilling into the bottom edge of the photo. She could recognize the faces of a few of her own distant cousins that had joined in the festivities that year speckled inbetween her sisters, and the boys who lived in the house. She spied Hoseok's wild boyish grin standing next to herself, his eyes looking sideways instead of at the camera. Jimin was posed sweetly, sitting sandwiched in the front on the floor between young Jungkook and a boy she didn’t really recognize. Maybe one of Jin and Namjoon’s cousin’s who had come to visit for the holidays on occasion? Or perhaps Taehyung, the boy Hoseok mentioned earlier. She wasn’t sure. Her eyes slid to the Kim boys standing politely off to the right with Amelia. She only just caught Yoongi’s head poking up over Namjoon's shoulder, a small forced smile on his face. She traced Matilda’s small face with the tip of her finger, her arms spread out above her head as she mimicked the star on top of the tree. Clearing her throat of the ball that had formed there. She shoved both photos back in the box, her eyes just catching the photo of a newborn Matilda draped across her own small lap before she shut the lid and slid the clasp back in place.

She only had a few minutes before she had to make an appearance at dinner, and she wasn’t about to go in looking like a blubbering mess. Shaking her shoulders out and pinching her cheeks, she shoved her folded bags beneath her bed and rose to her feet with the box in hand. Walking over to the large closet, she opened the door and popped the box on the top shelf, promptly shutting the door on it, and the feelings it had dug up. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths, before walking into the small ensuite bathroom to freshen her hair and splash cool water on her face. Looking at her own reflection, she tried to give herself a pep talk. 

“It’s just dinner. You can do this. If all else fails, just eat in silence and leave early- but you have to go.” Giving herself one more affirming nod, she stood up straight, and left her bathroom. Grabbing her phone from where she discarded it on the bare mattress earlier, she tucked it into her pocket and left her room. 

Her path was illuminated by golden wall sconces, making it easy to retrace the steps she had taken earlier- not like she couldn’t walk through these halls blind folded if she had to. As she made her way down the stairs, she could hear the distant chatter from the dining room becoming louder with each step. Stepping quietly up to the archway, she lingered outside the propped doors. Her parents weren’t in their seats yet, which made her release a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. 

The table was donned in a clean blue tablecloth and gold embellished napkins and plates, a glass of chilled white wine at each seat. Hoseok was seated on the opposite side of the table from the door, his glass held between a few fingers and leaning heavily onto Namjoon’s shoulder, laughing at something on his phone. Namjoon was also smiling, his dimples on display. He looked about the same as she remembered- cropped brown hair still damp from a shower. The only thing that seemed different was that his shoulders had almost doubled in width, probably from lugging around wheel barrows and sacks of soil and compost all day. To his left was who she had to assume was Jungkook judging by his rounded eyes and nose. He had her doing a double take. His hair was much longer than he had kept it when they were younger, and fell in waves down to his cheeks. He had also seemingly bulked up like Namjoon, and grown another 3 inches in height since they had last spoken. The remaining seats were empty. No sight of the Seokjin or the rest of them anywhere. 

Hoseok must’ve felt her nerves leaching from her form, as his eyes suddenly met hers from across the room causing his eyes to light up and a sly smile to break across his face. 

“Oh Y/N! Come sit near me.” He flailed his hand wildly, attempting to beckon her over to join in on the fun. 

Namjoon’s eyes shot up from his phone to connect with hers, and he put his phone into his pocket and stood clumsily. 

“Y/N.” His dimpled smile was overtaken by shock, as he came around the table to pull her into one of his signature bear hugs. 

“H-hey.” Her response was muffled by his sweater as he crushed her to his chest. She could hear Hoseok giggling at her awkwardness and it made her cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

Namjoon released her from the hug and ruffled her hair affectionately. “It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know you were coming back.” 

Y/n laughed uncomfortably and fiddled with the edge of her sweater. “I mean, technically I didn’t either until this morning.” 

He gave her a quizzical look but seemed to go with not asking any questions for now. Instead moving to the side so she could wave in Jungkook’s direction. 

“Hi, Jungkook.” 

His eyes gave her a once over before flickering down to play with the frayed edges of his placemat. “Hi.” 

“Oh Jungkook, don’t be shy! She’s just as weird and annoying as she always was.” Hoseok chirped from his seat. 

Y/n let out a defiant sound. “I am not! You said yourself earlier today that I could never be annoying.” 

Jungkook's eyes flickered between the two of them, and let a small smile grace his features. 

“Who, me? I’d never say something so preposterous.” Hoseok held a hand to his chest in mock offense. 

“Preposterous? That’s a big word for you.” Namjoon chimed in, plopping into his seat with a sigh. 

Y/n laughed at Hoseoks sputtered defense. The way they fell back into a comfortable banter eased the ice settling over her skin at the impending arrival of her parents. She took a seat across from Namjoon, and slid her chair into place. She felt content listening to Namjoon and Hoseok jesting with each other, and let her eyes wander through the royal blue and gold dining room. Her eyes examined every inch of detail in the room. It filled her with pride to see what she had envisioned come to life, even if she was still mulling over the details of how it came to be. During their journey around the room, her eye’s found Jungkook’s, who had been stealing sideways glances at her from his seat since she’d sat down. He quickly averted his eyes, pretending he had been looking at something over her shoulder instead. Or atleast, she had thought he was pretending. 

“Do you like the updated design? I’m a bit bummed that I missed getting to show you myself.” Her mother’s voice sounded from behind her. 

She spun sharply to take her in- and it made her heart squeeze. People don’t talk about the hard parts of not talking to a family member. Everyone likes to talk about the part where they don’t miss them anymore, or when they couldn’t care less about them. They don’t talk about the years you miss out on or the collateral damage of losing connections with those in shared circles- her mothers face carrying just a couple new wrinkles that weren’t as prominent before living proof of the former. Four years of laughter that etched her laugh lines deeper into her cheeks, or smiles that left permanent crinkles in her eyes that she didn’t get to see. 

Y/n clambered to her feet, and she felt her mother’s eyes following her every movement. 

“I do. They look just as lovely as I’d have imagined.” Y/n managed to force the syllables off her tongue in what she assumed sounded genuine, but she couldn’t tell if her mother saw right through her or not like she used to. 

“I’m glad.” She tilted her head to gaze around the room. “Your father spared no expense to match it to your descriptions as best he could.” She took a tentative step closer, and that’s when Y/n recognized something she didn’t expect: Her mother, Mariah Wörner, one of the most confident, intelligent and strong women she had ever known, was just as nervous as she was. The way her fingers held onto her own elbows like a lifeline gave it away. She had expected her to be angry. Sad. Some combination of both that spit out in fiery waves into her skin or stared daggers into her spine. But instead, her mothers eyes were shaky and uncertain. Scared.

Y/n didn’t know how to answer her, and floundered for a moment in the sudden silence that enveloped the room. The men seemingly distracted by their own devices, trying hard to not look like they were paying attention.

“Your father is cooking tonight, he insisted that he make something for you on your first night back.” Her mother floated over to her usual seat towards the end of the table, and nervously shuffled into her seat. 

“Oh that’s-” Y/n tried to reign in the sudden strong urge to cry, “That’s nice.” She melted back into her seat, feeling like her soul was floating outside of her body. 

“Roland is at a friend's house until Monday. After this spring, we are looking at enrolling him in the same middle school you went to in Hershey.  As such, he’s trying to soak up all the time he can with his friends.” Her mother let out a melodious laugh. “And you know me, I can’t ever say no to you guys.” 

Her sentence hung heavily on Y/n’s consciousness. You didn’t have a problem with that before Y/n thought to herself bitterly, but she held her tongue to keep it from slipping out.

Her mother occupied herself with unfolding her napkin and resting it on her lap. The silence lingered, the only sounds being the rustle of fabric as people shifted uncomfortably in their seat. 

Y/n wanted nothing more than to both ask a million questions and reignite the argument where it left off, or to run into her mother’s arms and apologize for not giving them another chance to explain themselves. Her conflicting emotions felt overwhelming, feeding into her dissociation. 

Her father burst through the doors separating the dining room from the kitchen, a handful of hot pads stacked in his hands. He looked tired, his brow furrowed as he scanned the room. He stopped looking around when he met Y/n’s eyes, and she saw his own harden in determination. Here it comes. She thought to herself, bracing herself for him to start reprimanding her. He began to make his way towards her, tossing the hot pads on the table leaving Namjoon to frantically try to catch them before they slid into his chest. 

Y/n began to stand up to greet him, but barely made it six inches off of her seat before her father wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders. He smelt of butter, garlic, and spices as he held her tightly to his chest- it’s as if he thought the moment he let go she would run. It took her a moment to realize that he was hugging her. Y/n let her arms wind their way loosely around her fathers back. For a moment she wondered if she had fallen asleep upstairs, and that this was all a dream, or if she had actually tripped out front and hit her head. He surely should be yelling at her by now. After a few moments he let go of her, and gripped her shoulders tightly in his hands. 

“Dad- what’s-”

“I don’t care.” His voice was warm and firm. 

“I don’t understand what you mean?” Y/ns hands grabbed at her dad’s. She began to feel self conscious of the way everyone was looking at this display of vulnerability. She tried to take his hands off of her shoulders to stop herself from crying at the closeness that she had missed. 

“All of this-” He gestured a finger wildly between Y/n, her mother, and himself, “-I don’t care about that right now. I missed you. Let’s move that aside for now and just enjoy dinner, yeah?” 

She felt her eyes burning, and swallowed to keep herself in check. She nodded. 

Her father broke into a giddy smile, and he released her. “Toll!” He spun around and quickly made his way through the swinging door, disappearing with a faint “Wunderbar!”.  Only for his head to pop out again not more than a second later. “Can you guys spread those out? I’m going to bring everything out.”  With that his head disappeared into the kitchen again.

 Namjoon began to pass the hot pads around, Jungkook stood up to help him spread them out evenly. Not thirty-seconds had passed before her dad came back out- a large tray of German potato dumplings, Kartoffelklöße, and placed them in the center. He winked at her, and walked briskly back to the kitchen to carry out an array of what Y/n recognized as some of her old favorites. Crispy roasted brussel sprouts, honey garlic carrots, buttered corn, and pan seared chicken to go with the dumplings. When he placed the last tray, he sat at the head of the table closest to the kitchen. Her dad didn’t waste his time beginning to fill up his own plate. He looked up at her when he noticed she wasn’t moving. 

“Bitte iss!” He gestured exuberantly to the display, and began to eat. 

The rest of the table began to help themselves, so Y/n followed suit. A more comfortable silence fell over the table. Everyone was too occupied with what was on their plate to bother attempting conversation again.

“Will Jin be joining us?” Her mother broke the silence, glancing from her plate to Hoseok as she pushed a carrot around her plate. 

Hoseok looked up from cutting his chicken, the shake of the table cloth near his bouncing leg being the only sign of nerves he let himself show. 

“He was supposed to be, but Jimin roped him into dinner at the Adelaide. He has been trying to find someone to sit with him tonight so he’s not by himself, and after being turned down by Yoongi for the dozenth time he moved onto his next victim.” He shoveled another bite into his mouth quickly, hoping to avoid being the only one speaking.

“What about the others?” Y/n didn’t realize it was her own voice until she felt her mother’s gaze on the side of her face. 

“Last I heard Yoongi was called for an urgent maintenance call about an hour ago, so who knows when he’ll be back.” He shrugged, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “His parent’s have been back in Korea since the Lunar New Year. They’ve only been coming back for maybe 6 months of the year. One of his cousins had twins last year so, more of a reason to keep visiting.” He paused to take a sip from his glass of his wine. “ My folks are down at the Adelaide. They usually eat there for dinner anymore, or they drive to my sister’s place. Something about finally getting to enjoy the environment and not having to be the environment.” 

Y/n nodded, trying to stay engaged with anything other than her confused state of mind at the moment. This is not how she expected her first interaction with her parents to go. 

“My aunt and unc- Jin’s parents- Have been traveling mostly.” Namjoon piped in letting Hoseok have a break, reaching over to grab another dumpling. “They retired this past January, and have been trying to make the most of it together. Mr. Jeon has been off teaching a semester or two up at MIT. He has been trying to convince the architecture professor to bring some students down here to come visit the hotel and estate, he likes to bounce ideas off of fresh minds.” 

Y/n hummed in response, turning her attention to the flavors bouncing off of her tongue. She took a risk and glanced over at her parents. They were exchanging glances, her mother’s was worried, and her father’s was nothing short of elated. Her father’s hand resting gently atop her mother’s. She caught her father’s gaze and he grinned, his eyes crinkling just like she used to remember, if not even brighter. 

She took another bite of corn to keep herself from crying.

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The rest of dinner was surprisingly uneventful. Her father had been true to his word, and avoided making dinner awkward, while also not acting like he was forcing positivity down everyone’s throats. His laughter was loud and genuine, and he always left discussion open for Y/n to contribute if she wanted to, and didn’t bat an eye if she didn’t. He was, in every sense of the word, beaming. It was as if the idea of her just being at the table with him again made his day. And that realization is what led her to where she is now - huddled damp in her towel on her freshly washed and made bed, sniffling away the last of her emotional breakdown in the shower. They had missed her. They had wanted her here. And she chose not to come back. A new wave of fresh tears built up in her eyes before she could stop them again, as her spiral started its cycle all over again. Guilt. Hope. Anger. Calm. Over and over again. She left because of them, what they had done was unforgivable in her eyes. But here they were, wanting to rekindle a rip they made. Should she not give them the chance? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock so soft on her door that she brushed it off as the house settling itself. She refused to let herself linger on anything that might make her heart race, trying to keep her feet planted in reality. One paranormal experience was enough for her today. She stood up, taking it as her sign to pull herself together by tossing on an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts so she could curl up under the covers for the rest of the night and ignore everything in favor of sleep. Stopping by the cracked closet door to give it a gentle shove closed, she walked the last steps over to her bed.  But just as she was pulling the comforter's edges down, she heard the knock again. Padding softly over to the door, she opened it just a crack to see who was interrupting her self pitying time. 

Her mother was standing there, shifting from one foot to the other. Her hair was pulled up and away like she had always done before bed, like she had intended to do the same thing as Y/n. 

“Are you…alright?” Y/n opened the door a bit more to get a better look at her. Her eyes were rimmed red, her face was weary and sagged from fatigue. They really must’ve had the same plans. 

“May I come in?” Her mother’s eyes swung from left to right, checking over her shoulder for anyone that may be listening in. Y/n wordlessly moved the side and opened the door just wide enough to let her slip through. Her mother quickly turned to shut the door behind herself, and slid the lock into place. Once she heard the click of the door close, she let out a breath of relief before turning to face Y/n. 

“We need to talk.” Her mother folded her arms over herself. 

Y/n snorted. “Understatement of the century.” 

“I’m being serious, Y/n.” This is truly the most nervous she had ever seen her mother, causing Y/N to reign herself in again with a sigh.

“Look mom, I’m really tired right now. I just want to go to bed, can we talk about this another time?” Y/n tried to keep her tone even. She was just getting out of the angry phase of her cycle, she didn’t need it reignited. 

“No, we have to discuss it now. It’s crucial.” 

Y/n sighed and plopped onto the foot of her bed with a huff. She looked up at mother expectantly, waving her hand for her to continue. “Well, say what you need to say then.” 

Her mother pinched her nose between her fingers. “Y/n, I didn't come here to fight. I came here to….” Her mother paused, choosing her next words carefully.  “I came here to give you some advice.” 

“Advice?” Y/n's eyebrow rose in disbelief. 

“Yes.” Her mother pulled her silk robe closer around her form. 

“And this couldn’t wait for tomorrow because…?” 

Y/n watched as she exhaled sharply through her nose, a telltale sign that she was growing impatient. “I’m sure that you’ve missed all of your friends -and rightfully so- but it’d be in your best interest that you keep some distance between some of them.”  

Y/n recoiled at her mother’s words, her own coming out before she could stop them. “Excuse me? And who would the ‘some of them’ be?” 

Her mother’s eyes met Y/n’s with authority, and her response was short and stern. “Yoongi.” 

“Are you serious?” Y/n gaped at her in disbelief.

“Jungkook too.” 

“I can’t believe you’re being serious right now.” Y/n shook her head, her rage beginning to bubble to the surface. 

“Y/n please listen to me-” 

“Oh yes, please! Share with the class just as to why I can’t talk to my friends.” Y/n gestured to the empty room . 

“I…” Her mother’s face fell, as did her voice. “I can’t.” 

Y/n could’ve heard a pin drop from the front door it was so silent. 

“Get out.” 

“Please, you have to just trust me-” Her mother began to plead with her. 

“No. I don’t have to do anything. You said you didn’t want to argue, yet here you are. Making decisions for everyone else and not bothering to give anyone else your reasoning.” 

“Y/n-”

“God, I was so stupid to think that maybe you had changed based off of one dinner. Yet here you are, in my room, giving me orders and being secretive just like always.” Y/n’s voice began to raise in volume, and her mother took a step towards the door. 

“That is not true. I care about you. I love you! I’m just trying to protect you,” Her mother tried to reach for her, but Y/n side-stepped out of her reach. 

“Protect me?! Protect me from what?” Y/n was so enraged, that her eyes began to water again much to her own embarrassment. 

Her mother stared into her eyes, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly. 

Y/n let out a dry laugh. “Let me guess, you can’t tell me.” 

“You wouldn’t understand-” 

“Bullshit. I would. You just don’t want to tell me.” Y/ns shoulders began to deflate. 

“That is not true.” Her mother pointed her finger at Y/n with venom. 

“Then tell me.” 

“Why can’t you just listen to me, why must you always make this so difficult.” Her mother threw her hands up into the air in exasperation. 

“ME? I’m the one being difficult?” 

“Yes!” Her mother breathed out from her clenched teeth. 

“You’re the one that sent the invitation to me!” 

“That was your father’s idea- I wanted to-” Her mother started but Y/n cut her off again.

“Oh so you don’t want me here then?”

Her mother’s eyes were alight with fury. “That is not what I said. If you’d let me finish-”

“No, actually I think I’ve heard enough. This is fucking ridicu-” 

“That is enough.” Mariah’s tone was cutting, and final. She stomped towards Y/n and gripped her upper arms in her long hands. “You will listen to me.” Y/n had never seen such rage in her mother’s eyes, not once. “Do not think that for one second turning you away all those years ago doesn’t haunt me, or that a single day went by where I didn’t think of you. You will do as I say, and you will not ask questions. I will not-” Her voice cracked, forcing her to pause. “I can not lose you again. I will not lose another child.” 

The way her mother’s eyes bore into her own, and the way her hands gripped onto Y/n's shoulders with such desperation knocked the air out of her lungs. She was still angry, yes, but she couldn’t find it in herself to yell at her mother- not when she looked so vulnerable and small in front of her. Two words she’d have never used to describe her mother. Her mother’s hands released themselves from her shoulders, and her mother walked resolutely towards the door and unlocked it with a shaky hand.

“I can’t tell you what to do, you’re right. But please at least try to listen to trust me, if not even just a little.” Her tired eyes looked at Y/n over her shoulder with so much defeat, that slowly morphed into one that was resolute. “Keep your door locked at night. And if you think you hear your father walking around the house during the night…” Her mother paused within the threshold, debating her next words. “Don’t get out of bed, and don’t under any circumstances, open the door.” 

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Toll- Great!

Wunderbar- Wonderful!

Bitte iss! -Please eat!

[stopaskinf]

“I wish you roses, and roses, and roses, and roses”

Summary: Flowers and attached notes of BTS boys

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), descriptions of hardships and arguments between Tae and Reader but ending is hopeful

CW: Nothing

A/N: Who would have known my fall back into flower language would align with me doing my first prompt challenge thing. I used a bunch of them, so they will be highlighted in the notes.

Giving credit to @writinginstardust for their huge brain🫡‼️‼️ 🫶🫶

Jungkook: sunflowers, yellow tulips, red tulips

“For my sweetest pookie.

I can’t write much on this card because the company gave me a word limit. Poor me. Can you feel my pout through this? I wanted to tell you that I dreamt about you last night. I saw it so clearly. It was late at night and we were stargazing outside. Bam was sprawled out on our laps like the lazy kid he is while you talked to me about your day, childhood, and everything. I don’t remember which story you were on but I remember you smiling at the end. God, I told you how much I love your smile right? I want to see it again soon. Seeing your blinding smile, I rush back into the house to fish for this bouquet. When I gave you the flowers, you rolled your pretty eyes. Still, you gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen. It felt like deja vu.

- From Jungkook”

Yoongi: tarragon, daisies, morning glory, gardenia

“Hello dear.

I’ve missed you. Last night I woke up in an insomniac haze. For a second I thought that I was home. I saw you standing in the shadows gazing into me. I came to you and you held me while I clung to you. You smelt like vanilla and lavender. You smelt like home. Then reality hit me like a brick. Genuinely. Once my vision cleared I had a thumping migraine between my eyes and a stiff-as-shit neck. You always did tell me not to fall asleep in my studio chair. I spent the next hour lying in the dark on my studio couch like a wounded orphan. I wish I had told you. I should have told you. I would have been less alone. Less in pain. I don’t think I’m cut out for this job, I swear.

I can see you rolling your eyes, but I mean it this time. I’m coming home tomorrow. Finally, I can’t wait. - Yoongi”

V: Saliva (Red, blue, purple), Red carnation, baby’s breath

“Hi, clover.

You miss me?

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I feel dreary. I’m working on a small ceramic mushroom…It’s not going well, It’s too lopsided. The sky is covered in a light gray fog. I hear the rain splash against the windows while Yeontan barks. We were supposed to see each other but I’m all alone now. Are you still upset? I was harsh. I felt the fearful pain of you leaving me, so I was determined to hurt you back. To make you feel what I felt so strongly. However, when I went back to lick my wounds, memories of our bliss came back stronger. Every touch. Every kiss. Every midnight walk we had when we both couldn’t sleep. The mornings waking up together. I was a fool. I always am, but more so in these moments.

When I see you again, can I hold your hand? I miss your warmth. And you - Your Alien”

Jin: red roses, pink roses, white roses

“Did you know my mother adores you?

Yeah, you’re all she ever talks about. “Oh, they’re so sweet.”

“Have you no manners? You see them looking so beautiful and you don’t say anything?”

“Yah, Seokjin how’s my favorite child doing?” Then when I tell her I’m fine, she goes “Quit joking, you know who I’m talking about.” How upsetting! I’m her actual son, but compared to you I’m chopped liver! Still, I can’t blame her. I’m the same way. I missed you during enlistment. I also missed the boys. Though not as much when compared to you. I see them 360 days out of the year. They’re staples in my life, but you…you’re my world.

My private heaven. My home. And I’ve been away from my home far too long. I intend to fix that. Get ready!

- From, Kim Seokjin ♥️”

Namjoon: Magnolia, cactus, succulents, aloe

“

“If the devil were to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” - Farouq Jwaydeh

Good morning, my Divine. I hope your day is going well. Mine could be better. It’s not bad, but not great. Just a day. I’m in a rut. I went to the studio and tried to write but my slack brain didn’t want to. Instead, it wants to focus on you. Where is my love? Have they finished the book I gave them? Have they thought about me today? As I think about them every day? How often do they think of me? I could close my eyes and still envision them perfectly. It’s wrapped itself in roses and lilies and recites love poems and scenarios. It’s excruciating shit. So, I’ll give it and myself an outlet. For starters, do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting. You’ve left me so lovesick that I’m borderline diseased. My waking hours are anguishing. My feet feel heavy and my head spins. My third rib begs for its return to my body so that my heart can be caged away once again. I know this is a lot to take in. I want to talk about it more with you when I’m less of a shell of a man. I won’t resent you if you don’t reciprocate. I’ll be pained, but I’ll come back to you. If do you reciprocate…Either way, say you want me, and I’m yours. - Kim Namjoon”

J-hope: honeysuckle, forget me nots, chrysanthemum (red)

“Hellooooooo. I hope your day has been as lovely as you are, honey. By the way, what kind of jewelry do you like best? I can’t pick. Gold makes you look stunningly regal but Silver shows the depth of your skin and eyes. This bouquet and the jewelry were both supposed to be same-day gifts, but the company never gave me any damn updates! How unfair is that! So now, these gifts have been forced apart. It’s so cruel. 🥲

I know I could call you about this instead, but it’s too different. I’ve been gone too long. I said I needed a refresh. A moment to connect back to what I want in life. Well, I have! The sky is so clear. The sun is shining. The forecast said there would be nice weather. They were absolutely right. My feet feel lighter. So does my heart. The cloud that hung over me has gone and I’ve stepped out of the box that’s kept me trapped. I’m ready to take my first step, but I want you there with me.

Tell me what you want.

Of the jewelry, I mean. I can’t afford to spend the whole day shopping! I love you. - Jung Hoseok”

Jimin: white jasmine, hibiscus, daffodils, white camellia

“Hello Darling ♥️.

I just realized how much I love you.

Well, not just realized, but I still needed to remind you. It sounds corny, but I’m very sincere. Besides, there’s no occasion for when you should declare your love right? Sure, there are preferred moments, but what’s wrong with keeping love fresh and exciting? Shouldn’t you want your lover to voice their love for you every day?

No, but honestly, It’s crazy, really. No one’s ever made me feel like this.

I’ve dreamt about this for as long as can remember, but only now have I found it. The person who I thought of every second of every day. The person who colored my dreams at night. The one I envisioned whenever I sang love songs. The one who I searched high and low for without fail or doubt.

I’ve waited so long for this.

So long…

I just needed to remind you. I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you. So don’t worry, I’m here. - Love Mochi”

[candywife333]

ANNOUNCEMENT

I am currently planning a 25 days to Christmas chubby reader x bts fic release. The idea is to release a one-shot per day with different themes all the way till Christmas. Hopefully I can pull through.

Wish you all a very happy holidays and I hope I can make it even better!!

I’ve officially started releasing the oneshots. Hope you guys like them ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

I love your writing so much and you seem to always brighten my day! So, I just wanted to ask if I can, could you do a chubby manager where she gets bullied because of it and the teams stand up for her and help her. I have been having bad mental health days and this will really help me. But of course if you don't want to it's totally okay. Just asking for consideration! (If you do pick this can you do Karasuno, and Shoji and if you do one that's totally okay 👍) ☺️♥️

Hi there! So my full headcanon requests are currently closed BUT this request definitely hits home for me. I’ve always been tall and chubby and use to get bullied constantly for both. I’m really sorry you are struggling mentally and I hope this can bring you a little smile 😊

I’m going to put it below the cut because it might be triggering to some

TW: Bullying, fat shaming

Being Karasuno’s Manager:

Miss Manager gets bullied

for her Weight

Karasuno (guest appearance by Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Date Tech) x fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, fat shaming, bullying, reader cries, threatening words, Tanaka thinking he’s a bad ass, Tsukishima taking care of it 💅

First off, Karasuno is B L E S S E D

Come on, 3 managers???

Ugh say less!

Hinata now thinks they are a super powerhouse

Suga says that’s not a real thing

Kageyama kicks Hinata for saying something so stupid 🙄

Anyways, you are a first year like Yachi

Actually Yachi dragged you into this because she was nervous

She had told you about this hot girl who had approached her and asked her to be the boys volleyball manager

You were a bit nervous to say the least

It wasn’t necessarily because your were athletic or didn’t know anything about volleyball

But, in the past, you’d been bullied about your size

And of course, these guys were athletes and they would be fit

To your surprise, however, they said nothing about your weight

Heck they didn’t even seem to notice you were plus sized

Literally all you had to do was breathe YN and these boys would faint 😂

Karasuno treats all their managers like queens and is super protective

They adored you, Yachi and Kiyoko so much and appreciated everything you did for them

You threw them a towel? Eternally grateful 🙌🏻

Filled their water bottle? Excessive thank you’s

Took detailed notes? Framed them and read them everyday

Literally it would be hard to find a more thankful team!

However, not everyone was as nice as Karasuno

You’d faced bullies in middle school and high school

Thankfully most of the people at your high school were pretty decent and nice

But when tournaments came around 👀

Well let’s just say not everyone extended a warm welcome

It was inter high and you were tasked with filling up the water bottles

Honestly, it was your favorite task because you didn’t have to deal with Hinata and Kageyama fighting or Noya and Tanaka peacocking in front of the other team 🙄

As you filled the bottles, you noticed a group of guys gathering behind you

You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe they were waiting for the water fountain

After you finished, you moved out of the way, turning to smile at them

“You can have the water fountain now! Sorry I was filling up my teams bottles!”

The guys all stared at you with disgust on their faces before one spoke up

“There was no way we could get to the fountain anyways with you taking up that much space.”

The guys all burst in laughter as you watched them

At first, you didn’t think it was due to your size and maybe you were just in the middle of both fountains

“Oh I’m sorry. I would have moved over for you.”

The guys all just laughed as another one spoke

“Not like we’d have any space with your fat ass taking up both fountains!”

Hearing this worlds, your heart instantly sank

But those idiots weren’t done 😑

Because if there’s anything we know about bullies, it’s that they do so to make themselves feel better

And these dummies must have really been feeling like shit…

“Honestly I didn’t even know there were two fountains behind her she’s so big!”

“Damn she’s like a walking billboard for Karasuno!”

The guys laughed as tears began to fill your eyes and your lip began to quiver

These guys were jerks who were hitting every one of your insecurities

And worst of all, you were frozen as the tears began to fall

“Awe did we make the baby hippo cry?” One of the laughed

You tried your hardest to move but you were frozen, unable to run from the bullies

However 👀👀 as luck would have it, you weren’t alone

Because Yachi had been sent to help you

And she saw the entire exchange 😌

She quickly turned, running back to the gym to grab the guys

Kiyoko saw Yachi frantically running and asked her what happened. Panting, Yachi recalled the events

Instantly the atmosphere in the gym changed

Without saying a word, Daichi, Noya and Tanaka took off

The rest of the team following quickly behind

Even Tsukishima was moving quickly 😱

When they say you, still standing there and crying

Oh boy : D

I would not want to be those bullies right about now

Kiyoko and Yachi ran to you and hugged you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kiyoko asked as you shook your head and cried harder

Oof- someone prepare the burial grounds because it’s about to go D O W N

Daichi walked right up to them and got in their face, Suga, Tanaka and Noya right on his heels

“What the hell did you just say to our manager?” Daichi boomed as your head shot up to see the team right in front of you

“What us? Nothing we were just waiting for the water fountain,” one of the jerks said as Suga glared at them

“That’s not what we heard you were doing,” Suga spoke as Tanaka and Noya began to crack their knuckles

By this time, a crowd was starting to gather

Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, Date tech…

The whole gangs here!

And let me just say, they do not look happy

“We heard you said something to our BEAUTIFUL Manager. Mind repeating that…” Tanaka said, cracking his neck from side to side

The guys faces began to pale as Karasuno’s eyes burned with anger

You didn’t want anyone to fight because you knew that they could get kicked out of the tournament

“Guys hey it’s ok, let’s just go,” you said, wiping your eye as Kiyoko and Yachi grabbed your arm

“I think we need to teach these jerks a lesson!” Noya snarled

Nobody was going to stop this

Literally Kunimi was filming because he knew Karasuno was not to be messed with

Heck even Oikawa and Iwaizumi were ready to back Karasuno up!

And because jerks don’t know how to keep their mouths shut, they continued to fan the flames

“Come on guys, she’s huge! How can we not comment on that? I mean I felt the floors move when she walked here!” One of them chuckled

Wrong thing to say bestie

“Let’s take this outside!” Tanaka said, grabbing the jerk by the collar and pulling him towards the exit

The other bullies tried to intervene but were stopped by the wall of Date Tech

“Yeah you ain’t going nowhere,” Futakuchi smirked as Aone glared at the boys

The bullies rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Hey man let me go! Listen I’m sorry ok!” The one being dragged by Tanaka cried

You didn’t want anyone to get hurt or expelled from the tournament because of you

You stood tall, wiping your eyes as you left Kiyoko and Yachi’s side

“YN wait!” Yachi yelled as you approached Tanaka and the bully

“Tanaka please don’t! I don’t want you to get hurt or kicked out! Karasuno has worked too hard for this,” you spoke as Tanaka looked from you to the bully

He shoved the bully to the ground as he glared down at him

“You’re lucky city boy!”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Tanaka walked away, grabbing your hand

Unfortunately the bully and his now broken ego weren’t don’t 🙄

“I knew Karasuno was a bunch of wimps!”

Daichi, Noya and Tanaka turned around and were ready

“Let’s go city boy! Two hits, I hit you, you hit the ground!” Tanaka shouted

Before you could stop them, they tore down fr towards the boy

Your eyes widened in shock as you prepared for a fight

But thankfully, an Angel shined down from the heavens

An Angel in the form of one tall, rather salty first year

The king of comebacks, Tsukishima 💅

“A bunch of wimps? You’re the one picking on a girl who was filling up water bottles for her team,” Tsukishima spat as Daichi, Noya and Tanaka halted

Everyone turned to look at Tsukishima who had now walked over to the boy and was looking over him

“Where is your manager? Oh wait, you don’t even have one do you? Jealous much? Or maybe it’s because your pathetic asses can’t find any girls who are even remotely interested in being your managers.”

The bully glared up at Tsukishima was was now smirking

“Werent you that team who couldn’t even make it past the first round last time? Yeah that’s right you got your asses handed to you in straight sets.”

“Yeah well at least our team doesn’t isn’t known as being fallen champions!” The bully spat back as Tsukishima laughed, bending over and making eye contact with the jerk

“At least people know who we are, nobody even knows your name.”

“Yeah well-”

“And now that everyone does know who you are, I think they all want to crush you,” Suga added as the boy gulped, looking around at everyone who was glaring at him

“Gee I wonder who your first opponent is?” Oikawa interjected

“That would be us,” Ushiwaka said, arms crossed and glaring at the man

“Oh I’d hate to be your right now!” Tendo laughed, coming from behind Ushiwaka

The boy got to his feet as Tsukishima continued to smirk, everyone still staring at him

“Come on man let’s get out of here,” one of his teammates said

The bully just scoffed before turning around and walking away

Everyone watched as they left for their gym before turning to you

“Are you ok Yn?” Asahi asked as you nodded

“I’ll be ok thank you but you guys didn’t have to do that,” you softly spoke

“No way we were going to sit back and let someone say those things YN!” Hinata shouted

“Yeah that’s why we turned Tsuki lose on his ass!” Yamaguchi smiled

“Shut up Tadashi,” Tsuki said as he began walking back the gym

“Sorry you had to deal with that Yn. If you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask,” Iwaizumi stepped up

“We are perfectly capable of protecting our manager but thanks,” Daichi growled

“Ok enough of that, let’s go,” Suga said, pushing Daichi back to the gym

Kiyoko took your hand and began to walk away when Ushiwaka stepped in your way

“I will crush them for you Yn,” he said, voice monotone and face passive

You just smiled wide before hugging him

Ushijima 👉🏻😐🫂

Everyone else 👉🏻😳😱

“What the hell Yn where is my hug? I was ready to mess up my spiking hand for you!” Tanaka cries as Ennoshita smacked him

You rolled your eyes before hugging the winged spiker

Tanaka, acting like he’s never been hugged by a girl before 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

“I WANT A HUG TOO YN!”

“ME TOO!”

“YN look what you started!” Daichi yelled as a line had now formed in front of you, all the guys wanting a hug

Don’t worry YN, he could never be mad at you for long 🥰

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Watermelon Suga'

A Curtis and Honey One Shot

Summary- 1k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. On a lake vacation with the friends and yet Curtis has to have you to himself for a little while.

Warnings- Oral sex, semi public space, some bad cringy talk.

A/N- @bigtreefest I know it's late, but I really wanted to do a little something for your challenge. Please accept this little chaotic mess as my love for you and my contribution to Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 Follower. Congratulations babes.

A/N 2- Listen, it's been a HOT minute since I have written anything real okay. I know this feels rushed and all over the place, it's because it is. It's the best I can do right now. Don't judge me too harshly.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Tastes like strawberries, On a summer evenin’, And it sounds just like a song-

Curtis’s tongue flattened against your collarbone, dipping along the edge while his nose trailed against your sun-soaked skin, making little flutters in your belly as he sucked off the popsicle sugar off you. The smell of fresh water mixed with his woodsy bonfire scent made you feel all that fuzzier. 

Just around the lake's bend, you could hear your friends splashing and laughing at the dock, feet thumping on the boardwalk leading from the rented cabin you all shared too far out on the lake. Curtis had you hidden though from sight. His fingers plucking at the bathing suit you put on earlier. In your hand, that forgotten watermelon popsicle quickly dripping away now that he had you distracted. 

Breathe me in, Breathe me out, I don’t know if I could ever go without-

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy in this Pretty Girl.” He practically growled against you as he pressed himself in closer, the bark of the tree he had you pinned against rough on your bare skin. Cold sugar droplets raced down your hand, sticky and sweet, smearing across his bare back as you grabbed onto him to keep steady.

“You like it?” You whispered back, a little more cautious of being heard when some splashing was sounding closer than before. Your popsicle fell in a mess at your feet, now really forgotten as his hot tongue started tracking back down your body where your bikini showed some skin.  

“You know this one’s my favorite.” He lowered to his knees in front of you, leaning back just a bit to get to look you up and down. You were aware, acutely aware of his gaze taking you in. His hands clasped at the back of your thighs, moving to lift one up over his broad shoulder. Your hand instinctively grasped at him to keep your balance. 

“We’re gonna get caught.” You squeaked while he placed a supposedly innocent kiss on your knee. But you already saw that wicked gleam in his eyes, the blue so intense that it made you shiver with anticipation. He had ideas, ideas that were turning into plans and then would be put into action. You were wonderfully helpless against him. 

I want more berries, and that summer feelin’, It’s so wonderful and warm-

Another press of his mouth was moving higher, inhaling against the softest part of your thigh, the pink of his tongue laying claim to your soft quaking warmth of flesh. His hand kept a steady hold on the back of your other thigh, unwilling to let you pull away from him. “I want you, want you so bad Pretty Girl.” He groaned, almost like he was in agony. “Let me make you feel good.” 

You knew he wasn’t in any pain, but hearing how much you were wanted, how he was so close and just waiting for you to let him have it. The rush made your bikini bottom dampen, aching to let him have what he wanted. Curtis continued teasing you. Presses of kisses were filtering against your spreading thighs, giving him more room. The buzz cut of his hair tickling your palms while you slowly felt yourself melting in place. 

Much like your popsicle is long gone now. 

I'm just thinking out loud, I don't know if I could ever go without-

You gave a sharp nod and felt him smirk against your skin in victory, now he had you. Unwilling to do anything more till you said it was okay. A finger hooked into your bikini bottoms and shifted the fabric till your perfect cunt was bare and with a press of his hand against your inner thigh making you spread wider just for him. 

“Fuck, Curtis.” You hissed at the feeling of him, the broadness of his shoulders, the strong hold of his hands spreading you, his tongue making you quiver in anticipation. You wanted to sink him into you and with your watermelon-sticky hands pressing against the back of his head, pushing him closer to you. He felt so good and right now in that moment, it was all you could allow yourself to think about. 

How his tongue sucked on your lips and spread them to lap away at your slick, his heavy groan rattling through you while he feasted on you, teasing your aching clit till you wanted to push him closer or away. Your hips started shifting, matching his movements and he slipped thick digits into you, making you ride his fingers so he could watch you. “Thass it Honey.” His words slurred like he was drunk off your sweetness. “Don’t stop till you come for me.” 

 It was so easy to just let go, your head tilting back against the tree and moving just right, so close, so close. “Look at me Pretty Girl, that’s right.” He encouraged, taking a moment just to watch you start to unravel, all inhibitions you possessed gone. “Gotta see my girl come… you got my dick so fucking hard right now.” 

His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing against your clit to make you whine and pant. “Please Curtis.” 

“Want me to bend you over after? Make you come on my dick?” He asked before swiping his tongue along you, and how the fuck were you supposed to answer him when you felt like you were about to shatter in the best way possible. All you could do was nod. So close, so close you just wanted to get lost in it. 

“You're so fucking beautiful like this…” Curtis sucked on you, the sensation shooting through you like fireworks. “And all mine.” 

You were his, so easily his and it made it that much easier to crash, knowing he had a hold of you. You felt yourself crest, dancing on the edge of bliss and then falling, everything floating into perfection while Curtis lowered you into his lap, his arms gathering your into him while you clutched at him, your mouth seeking his in a desperate sobbing kiss. 

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it, Watermelon sugar high, watermelon sugar.

[miscelunaaa]

give yourself a try | masterlist

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre/tropes: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

rating: 18+ for sexual content and difficult subject matter

word count: 24.7k (complete!)

warnings for series: Frequent POV changes. Reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. Depictions and conversation about mental health and insecurity. Panic attacks. Conversations about angsty back story that includes medical issues, a medical diagnosis associated with fertility issues and potential infertility, and a break-ups because of these conditions. Sexual content including but not limited to: making out in public, soft dom Yoongi, oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex with other birth control in place, creampie, daddy kink, and cum eating. The smut is all very very soft, in spite of these perhaps spicy to some warnings, I promise. 

***Be sure to read the complete warnings before each part!***

author’s notes:

What a labor of love this story has been to write. Everything is kind of a dumpster fire right now and I’ve been processing some shit over the past few months, and that’s when this story happened. It was supposed to be a 6k romp in a coffee shop with lots of crack, messy public sex, and abundant health code violations!!! And something happened and now it’s a 20k soft and feelingsy angst fic??? There’s so much I want to talk about with this fic, but I want to let it speak for itself. It’s nerve wracking; I’ve never written anything like this before. This is also the first time I’ve written an overtly plus-sized reader, so I hope I’ve done her justice. This fic is dedicated to every person who has been attracted to someone thinner than themselves. I see you, and I love you.

The title comes from a song by The 1975. They’re one of my favorite acts of all time; they sit on a shelf inside my heart, right next to BTS and Sufjan Stevens. Ironically, the song is not on the playlist I listened to the most while drafting this. Such is life! Here’s the playlist on Spotify. Enjoy!

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∞ This story was also featured heavily in the Ask My Muse event I did at the end of March, 2022. That masterlist can be found here.

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last updated: 4.2.2022 (updated wc and marked as complete. cap fixes.)

[lover4bts]

Dating suga would include

:listening to all his new beats

:having trust between eachother

:sometimes having to go long distance because of his job

:him buying you new clothes or anything you want

:going with him on tours

:watching run bts

:watching Upshaws

:doing eachothers hair

:cooking for him and the others

:random break dances

:him taking you to enterveiws

:you saying I love you first

[He is so cute]!!

Imagine your gender and race

[secret-kpoplibrary]

Inspiring Romance Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None :))

Genre: Fluff I guess??

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

***

You quickly finish cleaning the last table in your section and rush to put on your jacket before you clock out.

"Now where are you rushing off to this time?" Your coworker and friend Joy jokingly asks you.

"I'm rushing off to where I'm always rushing off to. I have to I have to check on Mr. Min." You tell her even though she already knows the answer.

"I don't understand why you take shifts during the day if you worry so much about that old man while you're here." Joy shakes her head.

"Despite it being my job he insists I can't spend all my time doting on him. In fact he demands I 'have a life outside of this old manor'. Even though his family wants him to have help he still prides himself on his independence. He'd have to be bedridden before he let me take care of him around the clock." You scoff.

"I say you use the time for hobbies. They pay you so well you don't need this job. The diner will go on without you, you know." Joy says.

"Even if that's true, for now, I am quite happy here thank you. And I still have time for hobbies you rude bitch." You joke. Joy laughs heartily as you clock out.

"Hey! That language is not appropriate around customers."

"I am officially off the clock so I can say whatever I damn well please. I'll see you Joy."

"Friday!" She yells after you as you push through the diner doors and head out to your car. You make the drive up to the manor you've spent most of the last few years in. It's a gorgeous property on a hill overlooking a beach. There are a few houses a short walk away and while the neighbors are friendly enough most everyone around here seems to prefer keeping to themselves.

"Mr. Min! It's y/n! I'm back from work!" You yell out as you shut the door behind you. Your job as his caretaker means you have a key to his house and he usually expects you to let yourself in and out with how often you come and go. When you don't hear a response from the old man, you make your way to the library where he usually doses off reading in the afternoons. "Mr. Min?" You gently shake him when you find him exactly where you expect him, asleep in his large reading chair with a book in his lap.

"Y/n- oh dear did I dose off?" He mutters.

"You always do Mr. Min. I've told you if you want to nap, please, do it in your bed. This can't be good for your back." You chuckle helping him out of his chair.

"Oh would you relax? My back is fine. I don't nod off on purpose but please remember I'm not a child. You worry too much."

"Mr. Min please remember it is my job to worry about you. I would be a terrible caretaker if I didn't worry. Your granddaughter would probably throw a fit." You chuckle.

"What time is it y/n?"

"It's almost five. I'll have dinner ready soon, I just wanted to find you first." You tell him.

"I'm not rushing you. I never do. You worked a morning shift today at the diner then?"

"I did. They needed me to."

"Good! If you're here all day you'll suffocate me." He jokes.

"Mr. Min if you keep talking like that you might just convince me you don't want me around." You retort as you turn on the stove to make dinner.

"And yet I've told you a dozen times to not speak so formally with me- you refuse, how can you also think I don't want you around?"

"It feels odd calling you by your first name, first of all, I work for you, and secondly you're significantly older than me. It would be like calling my grandfather by first name." You explain.

"I've heard your explanations before, still, you're practically family to me now- Mr. Min does not feel familial." He huffs.

"We'll work on a compromise."

"Hm- how was work?"

"It was fine- interesting things seldom happen on the morning shift. Joy was there."

"Joy- how is she?"

"Annoying as always. So I guess that means she's well." You shrug. Mr. Min laughs, well aware of your friendship with Joy.

"Is she still with that human of hers?"

"Yes Mr. Min. Not everyone wants to date a wolfboy you know."

"I don't understand, she'll have to keep herself a secret from him. That can't be fun."

"Well, it's not like they're getting married. If it ever gets to the point that they're planning to spend the rest of their lives together I'm sure Joy will tell him the truth."

"And that's a better option than just dating a wolf she doesn't have to keep secrets from? Why don't you advise this girl? You're friends aren't you?"

"Yes we're friends but it's certainly not my place to tell her what to do with her love life. Especially with how new I am to the wolf thing myself. If he makes her happy that's all that matters for now. You know, those wolf boys are not always so great I'm sure." 

"I believe for a girl such as yourself, or your dear friend, a wolf with always be a better match."

"Well I'll be sure to pass along your message Mr. Min." You chuckle lightly. Mr. Min has always had very peculiar opinions on dating. It's not that he's a genetic purist but he does often worry about the tendencies of humans to overreact when it comes to things they don't understand. According to Mr. Min, if you must date a human, make it a woman, he believes a woman would be less likely to turn you over to scientists to become a lab rat. You've always wondered why he harbors such strong opinions but whenever you ask he just tells you that history repeats itself if you don't learn the lessons taught by it. You wonder if perhaps someone he knew fell victim to loving the wrong human boy and paid the price for it, but at this point, you're sure he'll never tell you if that's the reason he thinks the way he does.

"Alright Mr. Min, I have to return to my apartment but I will only be gone for a few hours." You tell him after dinner is finished and the kitchen is cleaned up.

"You know you're allowed to go home. I think I can manage to put myself to bed y/n. I will see you in the morning." He tells you.

"Mr. Min-"

"I will hear no disagreements. Go home, I've eaten, the house is clean, I'm not so weak that I can't handle one night on my own. After all, you'd have to live here if I couldn't." Mr. Min laughs at his own joke.

"If you insist-"

"I do actually. Perhaps this will prove to you that I am not some frail husk of a man withering to nothing."

"I never said any of that! Your granddaughter only wants to ensure you are well taken care of in your daughter's absence." You say.

"And you take very good care of me. But I will tell you what I have always told both my daughter and my granddaugter, wolves do not break the way humans do. I am still more capable than the average person my age." Mr. Min grumbles.

"And that is why you are allowed to live in this house alone with minimal assistance. Don't push your luck Mr. Min." You smile at him.

"Minimal being the emphasized word here."

"Fine fine- I will leave you be for the night but I will be back first thing in the morning-"

"Like you always are. I look forward to it, but please enjoy your night. You are too young to be so wrapped up in the affairs of an old man." He waves you off.

"It is my job to be wrapped up in the affairs of this particular old man." You roll your eyes as you throw on your jacket and take your leave with one last shout goodbye. 

When you return to your apartment your roommate is sitting on the couch with a carton of takeout watching some sitcom you don't quite catch the name of. Your roommate Irene works for a marketing firm that keeps her pretty occupied. You shrug off your jacket and take off your shoes before you yell out to her that you're home.

"Oh hey! I wasn't expecting you to come back tonight." She says through a mouth full of lo mein.

"Mr. Min pretty much banished me for the evening." You chuckle.

"What?"

"I told him I had to come back here for something but I'd return in a few hours and he basically demanded I not come back until morning. You know how he gets with those speeches of independence." You shrug.

"You know- I don't understand, if he's so independent, why does he have a caretaker anyway?"

"As independent as he may be he does have some health problems, medications that he takes, that sometimes make it harder for him to handle all the things around his house. He knows it as well as I do but damn if he won't hold on to every shred of independence he's got." You shake your head.

"Doesn't he have any kids?" Irene frowns.

"A daughter who is sick and he's got two grandkids, the granddaughter that hired me and a grandson that he raised as I understand." You muse.

"And where is he?" Irene asks.

"Well I'd guess not even the heavens know at this point." You shrug.

"Wait what?"

"Nobody has heard from him since before his aunt got sick. His cousins have no idea where he is and I don't think Mr. Min cares enough to force him home. I mean- he barely wants me looking after him anyway. There's no reason to pester his flighty grandchild."

"It doesn't seem odd to you? That his grandson never tries to contact him?" Irene asks you.

"Mr. Min is alone for enough of the day that they very well might be in contact and I wouldn't know. Either way none of that is my business. My business is Mr. Min's wellbeing and as long as his grandson is not a deterrent to that he could be hiking Antarctica in shorts."

"Why in shorts-?"

"I am making a point here Irene- just eat your lo mein." You roll your eyes.

"I'm just saying it's weird. Did you want some by the way?" She holds the carton out to you.

"Maybe their relationship isn't good Irene. Who cares? No thanks, I just ate with Mr. Min. Maybe later."

"Okay but who would beef with Mr. Min? You always describe him as like the best old man ever. I can't imagine his grandkid hating him."

"Mr. Min is a very sweet old man as far as I know yeah, in fact he treats me like I'm his grandkid too, but that doesn't mean he's not shitty to his own. I mean he's nice to me sure but maybe that kindness came with age and he wasn't so great when his grandson was around, after all, he didn't sign up for having to raise a second generation but he had to when the kid's parents died. I don't know, and we can speculate all night but we have no way of knowing why his grandson isn't around and quite frankly your nosy ass shouldn't be worried about it. You don't even know the man." You scoff.

"But you do and he's so nice to you- his daughter's family seems to care about him a lot but- he must be so sad without his grandson around. Imagine you take all that time raising one of those crotch goblins and they don't even bother to visit you in their old age. He probably doesn't even know his granddad's got a caregiver." Irene points her chopsticks at you and you sigh.

"Irene- would you like to go with me to see Mr. Min tomorrow? Since you're so concerned with his loneliness, you can see for yourself that he's fine, happy even."

"I'd love to in fact. At least I know he's got you. And if his own grandson won't care, perhaps it's a good thing Mr. Min treats you like his granddaughter."

"Irene do you know something I don't? I know you're opinionated but this seems like a strange topic to harp on." You chuckle.

"It's just- we're wolves! Pack animals. To completely abandon your family- I mean- we don't do that!" Irene huffs.

"Irene, darling, if this has to do with your brother, I'm sure he'll come around. But don't project those concerns onto Mr. Min's family. You don't know these people, maybe his grandson has a perfectly reasonable explanation for not being around."

"Do you even know his name?"

"What?"

"His name. Mr. Min's grandson. Do you know his name?"

"Mr. Min has told me once or twice but I- I can't remember off the top of my head. You can ask him yourself tomorrow when you meet him if you like." You shrug.

"I very well might."

"Irene- do not piss off my charge. Keep your questions polite. I like the old man, I don't fancy seeing him turn angry and bitter." You warn your friend.

"I think he likes you too much to ever really be angry with you." She shrugs. You roll your eyes at her and snatch one of her fortune cookies off of the table. If there's one thing about Irene, she's not easily deterred.

***

Part 1/???

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[btsydtrash]

So Far Away [1]

single father yoongi x preschool teacher YN

Living as a single father, Yoongi had to make many adjustments to his lifestyle, specifically in two aspects: his sleep schedule and dating. Both of which, he doesn't get to pay enough attention to.

Things all change when he meets YN - a warm-hearted girl who gives him butterflies and makes him feel as if he's floating on cloud nine.

Now, all that he has to do is get her to actually notice him.

Masterlist / i dont have a tag list / find me on twitter  /  word count: 2.3k

(Author’s note: Yoongi is so precious in this. This is entirely for me and my head-canon. Also, YN is a plus-sized, confident black girl who has lived in Korea since high school, for context. You can apply your own aesthetics to YN, but that’s how I picture her.)

(angst / fluff / gore / yandere / smut)

Chapter 1 - Sweetness

“I’ve asked you nicely,” Yoongi bargains, holding up the half-empty cup of apple juice. “Now, it’s a ransom. Let me finish your braid and then you can have your sippy-cup.”

His four-year-old daughter simply stares at him, her lip curling up in his signature scowl and she slams a hand down on the yellow plastic miniature table. “That’s not how this works, boss.”

He huffs at the terrible nickname, knowing that he was going to kick Jungkook’s bunny-ass the next time he sees him for letting his child watch a movie about loansharks, knowing how fixated she gets on the most asinine of things. Her ADHD makes it hard for her to let things go once she likes them, like this fucking apple juice cup or the stupid movie with the cliche ending that left her calling him things like ‘big boss’ and ‘head of the clan’.

He rubs his thumb and index finger into his eyes and wishes, he wishes, he could brain himself, but he can’t because has to finish this fucking braid and get his child to pre-school before nine because he can’t be late again without having to pay a stupid fine.

He bites his lip to stop himself from swearing - another one of her fixations a couple months back - and lets out another huff of air.

“Sit in my lap, drink your apple juice,” he tells her handing the pink cup over and watches as she happily climbs into his lap and turns around, letting him play in her head. He doesn’t often do styles in her hair, they always turn out weirdly uneven or messy, but he tries, damn it.

“Under, then over, then under,” he mutters to himself, tongue half out of his mouth as he tries to latch the hair in a proper way to create a three-strand braid like he saw on the YouTube video last night.

“Boss, we’re late,” she sing-songs, sometime later after she changed into her clothes (a teal tutu, some converse and a pink t-shirt with a sequin star in the middle of her chest that changes color if you rub it in opposing directions - his child is such a fucking badass) and brushed her teeth. “Gonna get into trouble again.”

“Trouble, my ass,” he growls, slamming the door to the driver’s side a little harder than necessary. He turns to his daughter in her car seat and grumbles, “Don’t repeat that.”

She salutes him and goes back to playing with her dolls and teddy bears that litter the back of his 2010 Volvo, the only car he could afford after everything that happened. He glances down at the tattoo on his forearm, brow puckering as unwanted memories flood the forefront of his brain.

“Today really sucks,” he grumbles, turning the wheel to round the corner. His stomach grumbles and he takes another sip of black coffee, and he feels the caffeine pumping through his system, waking him up a little. He rolls his neck, glancing at his daughter in the rear-view mirror, and he feels a genuine smile tug at his lips.

She’s the only reason why he hasn’t disappeared off somewhere by himself. He doesn’t want to be like his own dad, emotionally absent and physically abusive. The day he found out he was going to be a father, he swears he hasn’t felt a stronger burst of pure euphoria hit his system.

Of course, he was terrified - he was shitting himself at every appointment, at every breathing class, at each mommy-and-me meeting. He thought he would be the worst dad, that he somehow would screw up worse than his own loser father and diabolical mother did with him.

But he didn’t.

He did a great fucking job with her.

“Hey, Sena,” he calls back to his pretty daughter. She looks up, her face a perfect composition of her mother’s but her expressions, they were all him, and he takes a minute to just look at her. “I love you, stinky.”

She curls up her face and sniffs herself. “Not stinky, daddy.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “You’re very stinky.”

She rolls her eyes and kicks the back of his seat, pouting.

“Stop saying that, meanie,” she complains. “I’m not stinky!”

He laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners and he nods. “Sorry, pretty girl. You’re right. Daddy was being annoying.”

She purses her lips and asks, “What’s ‘annoying’?”

“It means when someone says or does something that you don’t like,” he explains.

She asks, “A bad word?”

“Something like that,” he agrees.

“Annoying,” she repeats, slowly, and he feels his heart sink at the intrigued expression of her face: the birth of a new habit. “Annoying!”

He groans but says nothing. He has done enough at this point. He turns up the stereo and taps his finger along to the song playing over the radio, his daughter kicking out her legs and pumping her arms excitedly along to the music.

If she got nothing from him, she got his love of music and sound.

They get to her pre-school on time, and he waves her into her room - the sign above the door reads Honolulu.

He asks aloud, curiously, “Why Honolulu of all cities?”

“Waikiki Beach is one of the prettiest places on Earth,” a tender voice tells him from the door. He jerks and looks back down to see one of the prettiest faces he’s ever seen in his life. She smiles that warm smile that makes him feel like he is walking on static. “Hi, Mr. Min.”

“Hi, YN,” he stammers, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Had a good morning?”

She nods, holding a cup of what he already knows is hot chocolate with cinnamon syrup and honey (way too sweet, but it fits her, so fucking well).

She explains, excitedly, “Yes, I got here early because today is painting day and I wanted to try this new technique that- Oh, I don’t want to bore you with the details, but you’ll see later when Sena comes home. She’s always so excited to show you her work.”

“Miss YN!”

Yoongi watches as his daughter latches onto her teacher’s legs (shapely, thick, curvaceous - god his knees are getting weak) and she chastises, “You’re not supposed to tell him!”

YN puts a hand to her mouth and gives Sena an exaggeratedly apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Sena. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s annoying!”

YN’s eyes widen at his daughter’s choice of words, and Yoongi feels himself shrivel up inside.

He says, reaching into the class to pull his daughter out and he crouches down so they are eye-level, “Sena! I told you - it’s a bad word.”

She blinks up at him, sniffing a bit, before glancing back towards YN, who is simply watching their exchange with curious eyes. Sena’s eyes get watery instantly and her bottom lip trembles. “I-… Sorry, daddy.”

“Not to me,” he says, softly. He turns his daughter by her shoulders and directs her to her teacher. “Tell Miss YN.”

YN ducks down so she is at the same level and gives Sena an inviting smile.

Sena sniffles a bit, scrubbing a hand across her face, wiping away her tears and she says, voice trembling, “I’m sorry, Miss YN. I said a bad word.”

“Thank you for saying sorry, Sena,” YN says, softly. “What’s rule number 3 for class?”

“No bad words, no mean things,” she recites by heart. “I’m sorry.”

YN puts a hand on Sera’s shoulder and gives her a comforting smile. “It’s okay, but I’m putting one point in the basket. You have until the end of class to earn it back, okay?”

Sena’s heart seems to break at the mere idea of losing one of her precious ‘good noodle points’ (she has the most in the class and losing even one was unacceptable to her) but she nods, despondently.

“Go play,” YN tells Sena, directing her to the upended toy box in the middle of the room. YN has three other students quietly playing together and they are waiting for the other three parents to drop off their kids (two twins and a little boy, if Yoongi remembers correctly). YN returns to Yoongi and gives him an appreciative smile. “Thank you for that.”

He shakes his head. “It was my fault. One slip of the tongue earlier means that for the next month I’m going to have to hear her say ‘annoying’ half a billion times. She never gets attached to things that I need her to, like brushing her hair or making her bed.”

YN lets out a little giggle and Yoongi swears, he swears, he has never heard anything as sweet in his life.

“She’s precious,” YN tells him, and her eyes are shining, they are honest, and he feels choked up all of a sudden. His phone vibrates twice in his pocket and he jerks again, fishing it out and letting out a quiet curse at the text.

“I, uh, gotta go,” he tells YN, and he knows he looks pathetic but it’s not every morning that he gets to talk to her, so he’s reluctant to cut the conversation off.

She brightens up his day, damn it.

Her fucking smile, her pearly white teeth, and shapely lips. Her cheeks, so round and full of joy. Her skin, so smooth and brown, contrasting so sharply with his own pale skin. She always wears skirts or long dresses to work, like a character from one of his favorite movies, but today… today, she’s wearing jeans and he wants to stare at her forever.

Her eyes widen a little and she straightens out from where she had begun to relax against the doorframe and nods. “Of course. Go. Have a great day, Mr. Min.”

He stops, letting out a breath and he steels himself before he turns to her. “It’s Yoongi. Call me Yoongi.”

Her lips form an ‘o’ shape before she nods, cheeks pinking slightly at the familiarity. “Sure thing… Yoongi.”

He hears the sound of her quietly whispering his name echoing in his head for hours.

“If you have a crush on this girl, just ask her out,” Jungkook says, around a mouthful of spicy ramen, shoveling the noodles into his mouth at rapid speed. “We’ve listened to you lament about how much you like her for nearly a year at this point. Hyung. It’s getting kind of… you know, embarrassing.”

“Shut it, you prick,” Yoongi growls out from under a car, using his wrench to tighten bolts that he knows are already more than tight enough. His face is just too red to come out yet and he doesn’t want to hear them tease him anymore. “I’ll talk to her when I feel like it.”

“How do you know she isn’t married or something?” Namjoon asks from the computer in the nearest room. The door is open, and the five of them (Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok) are all dotted around the mechanic’s office, doing everything and nothing at the same time.

“She isn’t,” he says, finally pulling himself out. Jimin holds out his hand and helps Yoongi to his feet. “She’s single.”

Namjoon asks, “And you know this, how?”

His lips purse slightly. “I saw her on Tinder.”

Jungkook snorts so loud, he sniffs up some ramen and he starts to cry out in pain.

“That’s what you get, you dick,” Hoseok jeers from the sofa, where he’s flipping through a magazine, eating a salad. He makes a face, like he smells something sour, as he continues, “So, she’s on the apps? Hyung, you know nothing good comes from being on them.”

Yoongi nods, knowingly. “I just- I don’t know how to talk to her.”

“You talk to her just fine, Hyung,” Jimin says, lightly. “You said you talked to her today.”

“I mumbled at her,” he replies, slinging the dirty rag over his shoulder. His hands were still dirty, they almost always were these days, oil and grime caked under his nails and his palms stained with grease and dirt. “She’s used to dealing with kids who barely speak in coherent sentences.”

“So, she’ll be perfect for you,” Jungkook quips smartly, and he beams when Yoongi shoots him the middle finger. “Love you too, Hyung.”

“Sena likes her,” Hoseok comments, easily, twisting slightly at the hip and leaning on the back of the sofa to survey the older man. Yoongi twists the rag in his hands, awkwardly, his ears burning as images of his daughter and the woman who has snagged his affection getting along outside of the classroom flood his mind. He feels dizzy with how overwhelmed he is at the mere thought.

“That is the most important thing,” Jimin remarks, leaning against the desk. “We can’t make you do anything, Hyung, but you like her. You really like her. And we just want you to be happy.”

Yoongi casts a side-long glance up at the other man, taking in the cherub-faced mechanic and idly he wonders how more YN would like this kind of a warm, inviting face than his own, stiff and awkward one.

“I know, kiddo,” he replies, giving him a half-hearted smile before turning back to his computer, effectively ending the conversation.

Jimin sighs, but says nothing more, knowing Yoongi to be one of the most stubborn and sensitive people he has ever met. It would have been easier to talk a fish into walking on land, truthfully.

“Later, we have a four-man detail that needs to be done,” Namjoon calls. “We have another guy coming in, too. One of the big boss's son’s friends, I hear. He’s supposed to know how to really turn a wrench.”

Hoseok’s brows raise, intrigued, and he asks, “You haven’t seen his work?”

“He wouldn’t be in my shop if I haven’t seen his work,” Namjoon responds, easily. “I’ve seen before and afters, but none of his actual process. He’s impressive.”

“If you like him for the job, then I trust you,” Jimin answers, straightforwardly. That’s just the kind of person Jimin was - easy-going. “Plus one more body means less work. It means I might actually get to go out on a date or two.”

Jungkook scoffs from his spot on the table, finally finished with his third bowl of ramen. “Don’t kid yourself, Hyung.”

Jimin sniffs. “You’re so rude sometimes, maknae.”

Yoongi turns his attentions back to Namjoon. “What’s the kid’s name?”

Namjoon looks at the folder and holds it up, reading. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

- end - 

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Tranquil

Min Yoongi/SUGA x Chubby Reader

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything so I hope you guys like this

It’s very fluffy so if you want more like this from other members let me know <3

The day was slow, painfully slow to be exact. You opened a couple of weeks ago but you still weren’t as known as you wanted to be. The door’s bell rang bringing you back from your thoughts and two young men walked in, one a little bit taller than the other “Hi, welcome to Tranquil, how may I help you?” You said smiling at them politely “Hello, can I please get a large Americano” the tallest of the two said “Sure, anything else?” You asked and the tallest turned around and asked “What do you want?” “An Iced americano, large” said the other one in a broken English but easy to understand “Okay, Name for the order?” “Namjoon” “Okay it’ll be ready shortly” you said smiling at them “Ask her” the other men said while taping Namjoons shoulder “Do you have any private place here where we could work?” “We don’t have a private seating area but the shops barely gets customers, but if you guys want you can take a seat on the booth at the back, that’s where I hide from my boss” you said laughing “Great, thank you” Namjoon said turning around “You heard her, head out” the other one nodded and gave you a small smile “Here’s your order, you guys can stay as long as you want, the shop gets lonely sometimes so its nice to know that there’s people here” “Thanks” Namjoon said smiling and taking the order walking away with his friend.

A couple of days have passed and Namjoon and his friend whose name I still don’t know but came to the realization is extremely adorable have been to the shop everyday usually ordering the same thing always which I don’t mind because it’s easier than making other drinks that take more time. The bell at the door rang making you stand up smiling you greet the customer you know but not his name “Hi, you’re alone today, same as always?” You smile at him and he nods “What’s going to be the name for the order?” He stared at you for a moment before answering “Yoongi” you smile finally learning his name writing it down on the cup “Ill take it to your table” “I’m going to sit there today” he said pointing at the table by a big window in front of the counter “Okay” you nodded and smiled as he turned around and walked towards the table setting down his bags and sitting down. He took out a notebook, his computer and some earphones and started writing as you made his drink looking at the name on the cup “Yoongi, hmph cute like him” you whispered smiling, grabbing their drink taking it to his table “Enjoy” you say smiling at him, he smiles back which gives you butterflies in your stomach, he has a really cute smile, you start walking back “Hey, wait” you turn around looking back at him “Yes?” He stares at you for a while before speaking “ Your Name?” Smiling “Y/n” he smiles and nods “Pretty too” you look at him and blush lightly laughing at his comment “Thank you” you say walking back to the serving counter heading through the back door closing it behind you letting out a sigh and replaying his words on you mind smiling at them jumping a little as you try to calm yourself and grabbing something random to make it look as if you were looking for something in the back and heading back to the counter sighting as you look up staring at Yoongi, he has white hair and is very pale but he looks angelic, the sunlight is hitting him in the face lightly making his dark brown eye look lighter ‘he really looks like an angel while I look like this’ you thought to yourself as you looked down. You were chubby, which there’s nothing wrong with it, but boys like Yoongi would never go for a girl like you, heck no boy ever went for a girl like you, at your age you’ve never had a boyfriend or anything close to that it it was fine but it got lonely sometimes, you just wished for something special, someone special. You sighed going back to work cleaning the floor and making some orders here and there, the night was getting close and Yoongi was still at the table sometimes glancing up looking at you without you noticing, he stared at you while you talked to other customers, your charisma and personality shinning with them, he really thought you were beautiful with your chubby adorable cheeks that made him want to squish them and kiss them but he didn’t really have the nerve to even talk to you, hell he just asked your name after a week of convincing Namjoon to come with him everyday until today where he had to come alone because Namjoon was meeting up with one of their other friends, he invited Yoongi but he really wanted to see you again so he declined and got the courage to come the the shop, and here he is, staring at you while you prepared another order.

The next day Yoongi came in with a small smile on his face as you greet him “Ice Americano?” “Actually not today” “oh?” “I came by to ask you on a date” he said smiling wide showing his adorable gummy smile “Really?” “Yes, unless you don’t want to” he said hurriedly as his cheeks turned pinkish red “I mean i would love to but are you sure? You look like an angle while i look like-“ “A Goddess” you stared at him looking for the lie in his eyes but all you saw was honesty “Yoongi I-“ “Please” you sighed “you don’t have to do that” “Do what?“ he said looking at you confused “I really want to take you on a Date y/n, look maybe you don’t like me like that but-“ “No Yoongi, i really like you and i would love to go on a date with you but I don’t want this to be a joke” “It isn’t, i swear its not, since the first day i saw you i had to convince Joon to come with me because i never had the nerve to talk to you myself, then i just started coming alone and it felt great because you talked to me like a normal person, you didn’t mind the language barrier and even helped me learn new things, I’ve had this massive crush on you since the first day that you smiled, those cute chubby cheeks that with all honesty it has taken everything inside of me to not reach out and grab them and kiss , because y/n, I think you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen, inside and out. “ he sighed looking at you “I swear the least i want to do is hurt you” he said smiling a little making your heart flutter “You really want to squish my cheeks?” You said giggle at the comment “Yes, I really do, i also want to squish other things but that’s for another time” he said smirking making you turn tomato red “So what do you say?” “Maybe you’ll get to squeeze my cheeks tomorrow after work” you said smiling at him he let out a chuckle “It’s a date then” he said smiling walking away “Hey wait, here” you said giving him and ice americano “You didn’t ask for it but i had it already made for you, its on the house” you said chuckling “I want to marry you” he said grabbing the coffee chuckling while you just stared at him as he walked away feeling you cheeks heat up at his comment that he literally said as if it was nothing out of the ordinary right after asking you on a date “This boy is going to be the death of me.” You said while you ran your hands through your hair smiling lightly thinking about him.

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OH MY GOD I FORGOT BABY DADDY MIN YOONGI BIRTHDAY 😱😱 can't have that....Ok so let's get hot birthday sex with paint

Creative bday sex with Yoongi includes:

-Him making sure that you celebrate your birthday a few days before the actual date with your friends and family as he wants to you all to himself on the actual special day

-You knowing that he’s got something up his sleeve as he keep smirking and giggling like a little schoolgirl whenever you ask him about his plans

-Your birthday then finally arriving, Yoongi waking you up with a big breakfast, roses and more gifts (like he already hasn’t gifted you a dozen of expensive and luxurious presents)

-Yoongi feeds you little bites while singing the birthday song, watching in pure happiness how you bask in all his love and devour the delicious food he’s made

-Your boo then prepares your special milk bath, wanting your skin to be as nourished and healthy as possible. He helps you wrap your (already washed, conditioned and moisturized) hair in a silk scarf before joining you and holding you close

-Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much as you feel so loved, appreciated and worshipped. That man has always made sure that you’d get spoiled rotten with love, gifts and the upmost respect

-The two of you simply cuddle and clean each other’s bodies, concluding that lunch will take place later as you’re still full from the big breakfast

-After the milk bath, Yoongi suspiciously waddles out of the bathroom in his robe and mumbles something about having forgotten to turn the oven off, a well known excuse/lie he tells when he’s up to something

-You continue to apply body lotion with ease while a random melody leaves your lips

-The sound of your boo calling you makes you leave the bathroom and entering your shared bedroom with a gasp

-Yoongi standing next to your bed that’s covered in a white sheet, a few small buckets of body paint resting next to it while he’s butt ass naked

-“Happy birthday to me” you sigh in excitement while wriggling the bathrobe off your body, lust already buzzing through your body

-The two of you standing on the laid out towels on the floor, using your hands and brushed to paint each other’s bodies from shoulders to feet before you lie on the covered bed and grin at your boyfriend “You better rock my world”

-You know I fucking will”

-The two of you then going at it, tossing and turning all over the white sheet while caving into your cravings and sexual energy

-Yoongi can’t stop staring at your (slightly painted) face while he thrusts himself deeply inside you

-His moans are promises that he’ll continue to keep you happy and then your next birthday will even be better

-All you can do his moan his name out loud and move your hips against his

-A good hour later, the two of you get off the bed and watch in awe at the painting you’ve created. Your frantic breaths are echoing through the room before you burst out laughing, the white sheet now covered in your hand, feet, back, legs and butt prints

-“I’m gonna hang this up in my studio and not hush an explanation to the hyungs”

-“You know either Tae, Jungkook or Hoseok will find out in a heartbeat right?” you chuckled, embracing your lover and pressing a tender kiss against his lips as you absolutely loved your birthday

-“I don’t care”

-“I can’t wait for my next birthday” you sighed in happiness while the two of you made your way to the kitchen while holding hands, looking like absolute messed but not caring as you’re dying from hunger now

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My Little Show

Summary: You come up with a clever idea to catch your boyfriend’s attention, making Yoongi drop everything in the studio and rush back home just in time for the show.

Warnings: SMUT! This fic will include: swearing, stripping (female), lap dance (male receiving), erotic body touching, dry humping, protected sex (it’s been a while!), sex on a chair (armchair, actually).

Word Count: 2689

The hours have gone by him without him even knowing, laser focused on what he was doing and oblivious to the world outside of the room he was in. When in the studio, Yoongi could get so absorbed in his music that the concept of time completely escaped him. It was nothing new to you, and you have learned not to take it personally if he doesn’t answer your calls or messages for a while. That was something he truly treasured about you.

Of course, he still felt bad about it. Even if he never really showed it, when he reached for his phone and noticed five messages starting from an hour ago, all from you, his heart sunk and squeezed in his chest painfully. He had told you he would be home before dinner but that was long done now. Opening the text messages, he was expecting angry words and disappointment, but that was not quite what he got.

Th first three were just you asking when he would arrive and if you should wait for him before eating. Yoongi’s already thin lips pressed together tightly in guilt, making them even smaller at that. The last two, however, were much different.

‘That’s too bad, darling. Look what you are missing out on.’ You wrote. This text was only from a few minutes ago, compared to the others. And you had sent a video after.

Clicking on the dark video, Yoongi frowned his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what he was seeing. Just as he turned the volume up, hoping to hear your voice in the dark, your figure stepped back from the phone’s camera. You were in the living room and it was actually quite bright. Not by the head light, but due to the candles you had lit up around. Not that his sharp eyes were drawn to any of that.

No, his small droopy eyes opened wide and awake at the first sight of you through the recording. You were using his oversized robe, which was actually a bit tight on your large frame, black sash tying the garment in the middle with a bow.  Seductively, you walked back until your full body was shown in the middle of the room and slowly untied the fabric ribbon.

The robe opened up and you allowed it to fall off your shoulders and pool at your feet. You were wearing a black short babydoll that was barely covering your matching panties and the deep pungent cleavage revealed so much of your soft breasts that he was sure you were not wearing a bra. And then you actually smiled and bent down in front of the camera, hands on your knees and tits about to fall off the satin attire. Yoongi’s hands twitched and he licked his dry lips, having to change his position in his chair due to an uncomfortableness between his legs.

“Too bad you’re missing out on all of this, honey” your sensual voice whispers, before ending the video.

It takes him three minutes to save all of his work and gather all of his things before leaving the studio. In his hurried pace, not quite running because he wasn’t one to run, but surely in a much faster step than what was usual for him, it took Yoongi about five minutes to get home. He never thanked the fact that he got a place close to his studio so much before.

Coming in, the house seems dark and quiet. For a moment he wonders if you gave up on him arriving and went to bed but as he approaches the living room, the flickering light of the candles tell him you must still be up. Undressing his jacket, he calls for your name as he enters the room.

“Y/N?”

“About time, darling. Thought you’d miss the show” your voice almost purrs as you get up from the armchair that you had dragged in the middle of the room.

Yoongi smirks at the sight of you, although you had put his robe back on. The knowledge of what was beneath it somehow drove him madder than before. He steps towards you, but you seem to have other intentions and move around him, keeping a distance.

“That was quite a video you sent me. What are you playing, kitten?” He asks, eyes intensely set on you. You had that look in your eyes that never failed to stir him up. A look filled with naughty schemes.

“Like I said, I just wanted you home before you missed the show” you enlighten with a chuckle in your voice. You gesture your head towards the armchair you had just been on. “Why don’t you take your seat?”

Curious, Yoongi raises one eyebrow but follows your lead, sitting on the armchair with his back leaning back, arms resting and legs crossed. You like seeing him like that, like a powerful king. The flickering candles dance on his skin and his eyes look even darker now, intently staring at you, waiting for your next move. And you weren’t one to disappoint.

“Enjoy the show” you whisper hotly before you press play.

Yoongi swallows heavily as the slow bass-driven song starts playing, at the same time your wide hips start moving. It was a show alright, one excruciatingly sensual one that he wasn’t sure he could wait for the end patiently. With your back turned to him, your hands slide up your meaty thighs all the way up to your hair that you pull up, at the same time your hips rock from side to side. Even beneath the robe, Yoongi could envision your ass jiggling with the movement. His hands clench the armrest tighter.

You dare looking up from your shoulder to him, a small smile feigning innocence while your hands drop the robe from one shoulder, and then the other. With the fabric hanging by the middle of your arms, you suddenly turn around at a particular strong beat of the song and let it fall down to the floor, revealing the beautiful babydoll Yoongi had never seen before, showcasing the swell of your breasts and the thickness of your legs. Air becomes thicker around him and he has to lick his lips, uncrossing and crossing again his legs.

The smile on your beautiful round face becomes devious. Knowing what you were doing to this fine-ass piece of a man empowers you. Biting your bottom lip flirtatiously, you skim your hands with fingers sprawled apart up your inner thighs, brushing your center as you pull them up and your digits get caught in the fabric and pull the babydoll up, revealing your almost sheer little panties. You hear Yoongi suck a breath even as his position seems froze in the chair. Your smirk grows and when your hands reach your chest, you squeeze the flesh and let it bounce as you slowly squat down, legs spreading apart. A rumble escapes Yoongi’s constricted throat and by now he his clawing the armrests in restrain. You never told him he was forbidden from getting up or reaching out and touch you, but he felt like that was an unspoken rule in order for him to enjoy this show all the way to the end. If he made it there.

Keeping with the beat of the song, you snap back up and turn around, slapping your own buttocks hardly covered by the thin string in between them. The bountiful flesh wobbles and Yoongi is clenching his teeth together. His fingers itched to trace the stretch marks on it, feel the dimples and squeeze the fluffiness of your ass that his hands would barely hold.

The song slows down and much to his punishment, you swiftly get down to your knees and hands. Yoongi drops his leg and closes his eyes but only for a moment, overwhelmed by the image in front of him. You start crawling in an almost feral manner, a huntress with sights set on prey. Your back arched, tits hanging and pulled together every time you placed one hand in front of the other, approaching him slowly. By the time you reached between his legs and place your hands on his knees, anchoring you to get back up while swaying your body in front of him, Yoongi’s hips jerk without his control, the simple touch setting his constricted muscles ablaze.

“Y/N…” he roughly speaks in a low voice, your name sounding like a menace.

You bring your index finger to your lips, silencing him while you kept dancing just inches from him. And then you play with the straps of the babydoll, pulling one arm and then another off of them. Yoongi curses under his breath and throws his head back when you pull the garment over you head, bare torso in display for him. A frustrated growl leaves his tightly shut lips, small eyes half-closed and glassed over. Every cell in him was jolting with the need to just pull you in and touch you, feel your skin against his, grab those perky nipples with his mouth and lap on them until you screamed, grind himself on your hot center before burying himself deep. But you weren’t done yet.

Wicked smirk in place, you wiggle your almost naked body in time with the tempo, before turning around and twerking your butt on his lap, low enough to actually brush the evidently erect member between his legs. He almost chokes at the final hint of relief, taking every ounce of willpower in him not to move. He had to close his eyes now, it’s the only way to keep him steady. You vary between small brushes of your bottom and full on grind of his girth between your ass cheeks. Every time, you feel his resolution to control himself waver, driving him absolutely mad.

Song coming to an end, a long song purposefully chosen for this, you turn to face him and ran your hands over his shoulders, sitting on his lap. Your hands run down his arms until your reach his hands and you take them to place them on your hips.

“You can touch me now, darling” you allow, amused.

Yoongi’s eyes burst open then, almost unbelieving, before he sighs in relief.

“Fuck!” he curses just as his hands attach themselves to the malleable flesh of your ass and pull your core closer to him, grinding himself on you at the same time he violently slants your mouths together.

More than kissing, he is biting your lips avidly, ferociously, tongue plundering in and twinning with yours, running it along all the sensitive crevices of your mouth before pulling back and snagging your bottom lip in between his teeth. Your body ever so sensitive to his touch, so much aroused by all the seduction of before, it takes so little to leave you a moaning mess. His head dips down and his lips close around your erect nipple and you wail at the sharp pleasure it brings straight to your womb. You can’t help the way your hips start moving in synch with his, humping down on his covered length in search of much needed friction.

“Ahh…! Yoongi, need you! Now” you whimper as he drowns in your cleavage, playing roughly with your tits much like he wanted to since the first time he saw that video.

He doesn’t need any more convincing, immediately dropping his hands to his belt and undoing it impatiently. Your raise your hips and lick your lips, aching for him. You catch Yoongi’s wallet from the back pocket of his jeans before he pulls them all the way down his legs, searching for where you knew he kept a couple of condoms. Finding one, you rip it open with your teeth just as he pulls down his boxers and releases his cock from any confines. He reaches for the condom but you pull it away.

“Allow me” you say.

He nods and his Adam’s apple bobs in anticipation. With deliberately slow movements, you place the condom at the engorged red tip of his dick, very gradually pushing the latex down his length, a bit with one hand, another bit with another. You feel the member pulsating and twitching angrily at that. In retaliation, Yoongi pinches at your abused nipples, making you huff.

“For fucks sake, Y/N, I can’t” he speaks through his tense jaw, eyes burning into yours as his hand covers yours and helps placing the condom all the way down.

You smirk and slide yours hand up his torso, feeling his enclosed abdominals tense under your digits. Sliding even closer to him, you rub yourself on his protected member, soaked panties revealing how ready you were too.

“Was the show that much of your liking?” you tease, mouth going down to bite and kiss at his neck. His hips thrust upwards into your covered entrance, one hand setting on your plush hip while the other venters into the middle of your legs and pulls the fabric of your panties to the side.

“Fuck yeah” he answers, at the same time he plunges in.

It makes the both of you gasp, you at the sudden fullness accompanied by the brain numbing pleasure, him at the sharp relief your warm and tight body provided. Relishing in that first feeling, both stay still for a moment. But the urge to chase the much awaited high rapidly took over.

Yoongi is the first to move, backing his hips the further they would go in the cushioned seat before slamming back forward, hands settled at the curve of your hip to pull you closer. You respond to his movements avidly, holding yourself up on your knees and bouncing in time with his lunges. The air is static, the house quiet if not for your bodies colliding erotically, moans and grunts alongside heavy breathing.

That familiar pull at your womb, that deep and low pressure in your belly, keep on building up at every movement, unbearable need rippling through you like a bonfire. Gushes of arousal cling to both your bodies, spreading from between your legs to your inner thighs, creating shameful squelching sounds that become that much more noticeable once Yoongi picks up the pace.

His hips snap forward harder and faster as fissions of pleasure skitter through his gut, the pulse on his groin scorching his veins with molten need. Knowing he was about to be driven to the edge, Yoongi grabs your heavy leg and pulls it to rest on the armchair instead of on the cushion, making you yelp and consequently wail as the angle opens your legs further and his renewed speed makes him continuously press on that delicate pad of nerves inside.

His more vocal grunts and desperate thrusts tell you he is close too and, before you know it, your insides erupted throughout your body, scourging every inch and you cry out in absolute delight. Your walls clench him impossibly tight as you climax and it’s all it takes for him to follow. A molten wave of gratification left him shaking and spilling into the latex barrier, body shuddering beneath yours before giving out.

Heads still buzzing and vision still slightly blurred, you share content and loving stares, you chuckling before his lips attach to yours in absolute adoration. Carefully, you two disentangle and the spoiled condom is thrown out. Yoongi had pulled his boxer back on, but not his trousers, while you had put on his robe again, with nothing but your panties that managed to stay on during this endeavor.

You were resting on the armchair when Yoongi came back and pulled you up just enough for him to sit down and pull you to his lap. Sitting comfortably, he wraps his arms around your bulky frame and drops pecks at the skin of your exposed shoulder.

“Not hurting you?” you ask, referring to your weight on his lean legs.

“Nah” he replies in between pecks.

“Was my little show worth ditching work?” you snicker, eyes closing with weariness.

“Infinitely.” Small cat eyes shutting close too. “Always.”

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hey everyone, your favourite floppy eared writer here! i’ve finally come up with a list of what i’m willing to writing to prompt people to send me ideas (yay!). 

currently i’m open to writing for haikyuu, my hero academia, chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, demon slayer, and some k-pop. basically this blog is a read at your own risk, read what you like or maybe try something new and always remember, read the tags. 

listed below are the characters/people i’ll write for! the ones in italics i’m especially interested in writing.

haikyuu: daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara, asahi azumane, yu nishinoya, ryūnosuke tanaka, shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukshima, tadashi yamaguchi, tetsuro kuroo, kenma kozume, lev haiba, yaku morisuke, toru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kentaro kyotani, issei matsukawa, takahiro hanamaki, takanobu aone, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, satori tendo, kiyoomi sakusa, shinsuke kita, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shugo meian, keishin ukai

demon slayer: giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, gyomei himejima

my hero academia: keigo takami (hawks), enji todoroki (endeavor), dabi, shota aizawa (eraserhead), toshinori yagi (all might), taishiro toyomitsu (fat gum), hizashi yamada (present mic)

chainsaw man: aki hayakawa, captain kishibe 

jujustu kaisen: satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, suguru geto, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna

others: hatake kakashi (naruto), roronoa zoro (one piece), kojiro nanjo/joe (sk8)

k-pop: kim seok-jin (jin), min yoongi (suga),jung ho-seok (j-hope), kim namjoon (rm), park jimin (jimin), kim taehyung (v), jeon jungkook (jungkook), lee hoseok (wonho)

i am open to writing smut, fluff, angst, combinations of them. long fics, short fics. i try to focus on one character/person per post, but i am willing to make the same idea work for multiple characters/people. i specialize in daddy kink though, so i will write all the daddy kink you’d ever want. all i ask is nothing with minors, for example all the haikyuu characters are aged up to their present selves, roughly in their mid twenties. 

i write male, female, gender neutral readers, along with readers of colour and plus size readers! i also do polyam relationships. i’m flexible with what you, the reader, want to see. 

so please, send me ideas! i’d love to hear from you so i can write and post more!

that’s all from your local rabbit, i’ll see you in the inbox and on my next post! be safe and stay sexy.

xoxo, bunny

                                                U・x・U

[miscelunaaa]

give yourself a try: epilogue | myg

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, coffee shop au, some angst and fluff, smut

summary: The morning after you and Yoongi confess, one thing leads to another, and the two of you are faced with an important question.

rating: 18+ for explicit content

word count: 3.7k

warnings: Yoongi’s POV. Swearing. Filth with feelings. Soft mornings. Fingering. Unprotected sex in an established (?) relationship. Desecration of a couch. Use of pet name. Daddy kink (sorry? kind of not really). Unorthodox marking. Depiction of stretch marks on a soft body, and maybe some self indulgent wording around that (ope). Cum eating. Oral, female receiving. Lots of mid-coitus conversation about likes and dislikes. Clit biting I guess but it’s very mild, just like a teeny nip. Conversations about defining the relationship.

notes: Oops? My hand slipped??? I didn’t expect to revisit these two so soon, but here we are. I’ve written a lot of smut (most of it’s in an unpubbed wip), but this may be the filthiest yet, personally. Once things started happening I got a bit carried away and well, these two continue to be perfect for each other. I acknowledge that this is not everyone’s cup of tea, and I get that. But I also think I managed to keep this approachable and kept it from becoming too cartoonish. If you’re new around here, none of the following fic is going to make sense unless you’ve read Give Yourself a Try first, so if you haven’t read it, you should! I’m quite proud of it, to be honest. The process, however, was so intense that it’s left me a little burnt out after writing it. Baby steps! In the mean time, thank you for reading :)

notes 2: okay so … I don’t know who needs to hear this, but this story isn’t just for people with soft bodies. No part of Give Yourself a Try is. It’s important to me and many folks to have this representation in a literal way, but it’s also for anyone who’s got stretch marks, it’s for anyone who has days where they struggle with loving their body, etc. I want people to read these stories and these experiences. I want people to see themselves represented, and I think these stories, and stories in general, make us feel less alone. At the very least, that’s what they do for me, and that’s why I write them. Anyway, I’m just kind of talking to air about this shit half the time, so if you’ve made it this far, thank you. So much.

Happy reading!

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part 2 | series masterlist | read on ao3

“So um, bad news.”

“You were gone for a half an hour. How could you have bad news?”

“Well, they know.”

“What do you mean? Who knows what?” Yoongi hands you your coffee as you ask your questions. You’re sitting on your couch, a blanket thrown over your bare legs. There’s a record on. The 1975; your favorite, he’s learned.

“Your staff all know that I slept over.”

“I told you that would happen! I warned you!”

“How was I supposed to know that they really would recognize your clothes? I’ve only seen you wear sweatpants once!” He sits down next to you, pulling the edge of the blanket over his own lap as he settles in.

“I mean, that’s your fault.”

“I like your legs and I like how soft your skin feels. Am I supposed to apologize for stealing your pants?” He brushes his finger tips over your thigh. You bite your lip, your eyes widening just slightly. Fuck, you’re so cute.

“I … no.”

“And you’re the one who got my own pants dirty, so who’s really at fault here?”

He watches as you fight a smile, your lip twisting. Yoongi’s determined to make you break.

“I offered to throw them in the wash,” you mutter through gritted teeth.

“Mmm yeah, but that required you leaving the bed.”

“Couldn’t have that, now, could we?”

“No. No we couldn’t.” He’s stroking your leg now, watching as you shift underneath the blanket. The heat is beginning to come off of you in waves. It’s so cute to watch you try to play it cool, but the slight shake in your hands as you continue to raise your coffee cup to your lips betrays you.

“Babe, are you alright? You feel a bit hot,” he teases. It’s when you meet his gaze that he really begins to feel just how turned on you are by his small touches. Fuck. Are you angry or horny? Is there a difference? Does he care if there’s a difference?

“You’re interrupting my morning coffee. Do you think I’m alright?”

Both. It’s definitely both. Yoongi feels his cock twitch in his pants. All of his blood is rushing from his brain to his pelvis and holy shit, he could not care less. Your anger turns him into an absolute caveman; one million years of evolution down the drain for the sake of sex with you. Only you.

“It’s a cappuccino, babe. It’s not meant to be savored for too long.” He’s letting his hands wander higher and higher up your legs. He savors the way your breath catches in your throat as he brushes his fingers over the elastic edge of your underwear. Teasing you like this is as tortuous for him as it is for you and he loves how it feels.

“I ascribe to the idea that people can enjoy their coffee however they want.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie. I watched your nose wrinkle that one time that one asshole asked for almond milk in his gesha hand-pour.” His hand lets his wander up your body as he begins to press into your side. His hand moves underneath your sweater, exploring your flesh. His thumb brushes against one of your nipples and you suck in a breath.

“That was a private moment,” you breathe. “A lapse in my professionalism. We don’t even have—” Yoongi pinches the peak, and the words stop for a moment, before you shakily resume. “Almond milk. We don’t have almond milk.”

“Mm. I like watching you in your private moments. And you like it too, as we learned last night.” He releases you and begins to rub at your breast greedily as he presses his lips to your neck.

“Was that the second or third time?” He hears a small tap as you set your coffee cup down. It sounds empty.

“I lost track,” he murmurs into your neck between licks and sucks.

“Hey, Yoongi …”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“Mm. So needy for me,” he purrs. “You’ve got to ask nicely to get what you want.”

“Ugh, god, yes, fine, I need you, I need you inside me, I needed it five minutes ago. Stop teasing and fuck me.” You take a handful of his shirt and pull him to your face, your lips attaching to his. His cock twitches again as you nip at his lower lip, trying to entice him. Such a nice way to ask, if he’s being honest.

Yoongi shoves his hand past the waistband of your underwear and begins to caress your mound, slipping into your folds to press the pads of his fingers into your clit. You whine into his neck as he starts to move them in circles.

“So swollen already, so wet for me,” he says, his lips brushing against yours.

“What makes you think it’s you?” You gasp. You can claim that it’s not him, just your body reacting as it should, but you both know that something about your connection makes it more intense for both of you.

“I love that you’ve come out of your shell for me, babe. Talking back to me like that,” he says. His fingers are beginning to tease at your entrance, and you respond by starting to move your hips, in hopes of catching his fingers. He can’t help but laugh: “So eager.”

“Yoongi if you don’t put something inside me I’m going to—” Your mouth forms a silent scream as he suddenly thrusts two fingers inside you.

“Mm, what was that, babe?”

“F-fuck you.”

“In a minute, I want to do this first.”

It’s still mind blowing to him how tight you feel around anything he puts inside you. Yoongi can hardly understand it. He knows this train of thought is very literal; any time any part of him is inside you, feeling you squeeze around him, all thoughts go from “fuck you’re so tight” to just “fuck” over and over again. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’re writhing against him as he drags his fingers against your front wall. Your moans taste sweet on his lips. He lets the base of his palm start applying pressure to your clit, making your whole body tense up. The extra layer of sensation leaves you breathless. Actions speak louder than words, however, and Yoongi chokes back a groan when he feels your hand brush against his erection.

“S-shit.” He can’t help the twitch of his cock, nor the way his hips tense with the intent to thrust and grind into your palm. It hits him that these are your pants, and not his, and he’s likely leaking pre-cum all over them.

“Not so bold now, are we?” Your voice, fuck, your voice is so high and airy right now. Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot. As he moans into your neck, he feels you clench around his fingers.

Good fucking god.

“Gonna make me ruin your pants just like you make me ruin mine? You like me ruining clothes for you?” It almost hurts to talk. His voice is so utterly low, and he’s so incredibly aroused; he’s surprised the words are even cogent.

“Wouldn’t ruin them if you just took them off.” Your hand trails up to slip down under the waistband. With ease, you wrap your fingers around him and stroke once. You give him a fucked out smile. “Naughty. Not wearing any underwear. Couldn’t wait to fuck me that bad, huh?”

Yoongi can’t take the teasing anymore. He needs to be inside you, to sink into your cunt so quickly that the squeeze almost hurts. He slips off the couch to his knees, and starts pulling at your hips. You take the hint, and in an instant, your knees are on the floor too, your ass presented to him.

He snaps the elastic edging of your underwear against your skin before pulling the gusset to the side. His fingers brush against your folds once more, and you arch your back into the feeling with a whine.

“Don’t tease me, damn it.”

“I’m going to do what I want, babe, and you’re going to fucking take it,” he says darkly, pressing a finger to your clit. Your hips buck at the pressure before you gain control over yourself again. He growls again: “What are you going to do?”

“Take it,” you repeat back, throwing a smoldering, simpering look over your shoulder.

All of this teasing has Yoongi wound up so tight that he’s a afraid he won’t last long once he’s inside you. For a moment, he considers trying to finger you more. It’s when you whine his name that he realizes you want him inside you just as much as he wants it.

“So whiny. You gonna take this cock like a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Shit, that was stupid. He’s too lost in the moment. This is uncharted territory. Neither of you have talked about anything more than immediate likes and dislikes.

The words come from your lips just barely above a whisper: “Yes, daddy.”

Yoongi wants to explode. Fuck. He’s ready; he could coat your ass with cum right now with just a few strokes. This is too perfect. You’re too perfect. And you’re all his to spoil.

He pulls away his hand to start shuffling the waistband of the sweats down, letting his cock spring free. When his hands go back to your hips to start pushing your underwear down, you cast a glance over your shoulder.

You look upset.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

You swallow and blink, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Was that weird? Do you want me to call you something else?”

“No, it’s perfect. Whatever you want to call me is perfect,” he murmurs as he caresses the flesh of your thighs, letting your underwear drop the rest of the way as you shift your weight from one knee to the other. “But I really liked it, for what it’s worth. I like that it came out of your mouth.”

This seems to placate you. Your thighs are squeezing together again. You’re squirming underneath his fingers as he grips your flesh, his palms skimming over the delicate, striated skin. He can even hear your breathing, shallow, almost labored, as if you’ve already begun to exert yourself. He palms himself a few times, but he doesn’t really need to. He’s so fucking hard already.

“Daddy’s ready for you, baby girl. You ready to take this cock?” The words come to him with ease, the slight role change effortless to step into.

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, arching your back a little.

As he presses into you, he watches you keen. You’re so tight like this, the angle and position letting him bury his cock to the hilt. Taking you from behind while you’re calling him daddy … He would have never expected revealing his feelings for you and you doing the same to turn out like this. And he never would have expected to have found such a fitting match in you.

These thoughts fall to the ground like scattered paper, fluttering away as he starts to pound into you.

“Baby girl, your pussy’s so fucking tight for me. Feels so fucking good.” Your moan in response has him gripping you even tighter; he’s worried about leaving finger shaped bruises in your soft flesh. And yet, the thought that you’d carry the reminder of this moment with you for a day or two makes him feel even more aroused. His head swims and he feels himself grow even harder, somehow.

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good inside me,” you cry, your words shaking in your throat as he rams his body into yours. Each of your moans sends him higher and higher.

Yoongi’s knuckles are beginning to hurt with the force of his grip, but he can’t make himself slow down. The smack of flesh on flesh is addictive, the hard floor beneath his knees forgotten through the haze of hormones pumping through every blood vessel he has.

Fuck, it’s happening so fast. Too fast.

“I’m—fuck—”

He can’t even get the words out before he’s cumming, spilling everything he has left within you. It’s as if the world falls away for a moment, all he can feel is the way your sweat mingles with his and the vague ringing in ears as he tries too find something to anchor himself to.

And that’s when he hears your still-labored breathing, feels your skin beneath his fingertips. The gentle ripples of your stretch marks, the soft delicate skin that grew with you, kept your body safe through its myriad changes. Yoongi opens his eyes. He didn’t realize he’d closed them. He sighs, letting his hand come up from your hip to graze over the dip where your spine lays. You turn your head to gaze at him over your shoulder.

“You didn’t cum,” he says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the sudden empty feeling.

You bite your lip. “No, but it’s okay. It still felt good.”

Yoongi reaches for the hem of his shirt and takes it off so he can use it to wipe himself, but he pauses before taking it to you. His seed is already beginning to drip out over your folds.

“Flip over.”

“What?”

“I said flip over, Baby girl. Daddy’s not finished with you.”

Your eyes are wide as you do as he’s told, your breath catching as you settle back onto the couch. Yoongi wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you forward so that your ass rests on the very edge. Your legs fall open naturally, and he eats in the view. You’re still wearing that sweater, and it drapes and twists over the contours of your body gracefully. Your eyes are huge, your surprise palpable. But you don’t try to close your legs as he runs a thumb over your center, feeling how wet you remain.

“Can I taste you?” He asks, meeting your gaze.

“I—are you sure? Won’t it taste like …”

Yoongi shrugs. “So? Doesn’t bother me, and we’re not done until you’ve cum all over me. I don’t care if it’s my face or my fingers or what but if it’s okay, I’ve love it to be my face.”

“Okay, but if you don’t like it—”

“Babe,” he squeezes your thigh with his hand. “Let me make you feel good. If I didn’t want to do something, I wouldn’t offer.”

You let out a soft sigh. “Okay. Eat me out, please. Daddy.” The last word seems tacked on, but the glint in your eye tells him that you’re trying to get back into the moment, just like he is. He can’t help but smile.

Yoongi lets his head fall to take a lick at your exposed cunt, the slip of his own seed beneath his tongue making the act seem somehow lascivious. And then lick after lick, you slowly loosen up beneath him, letting your cries and moans ring through your apartment. Even though you haven’t had an orgasm yet, you’re so sensitive and hot against his mouth.

“Fuck. Oh my god.” You’re shaking after an especially good suck, one where he let his teeth just barely graze over your clit. He lets his hands snake around your legs and up underneath your sweater. He takes your nipples in his fingers and begins to pinch, pulling another sweet moan from your lips.

“So good for daddy, letting him know how good he’s making you feel,” Yoongi purrs into you between swipes with his tongue.

“Daddy, I’m close.” Your hands are in his hair now. So close already, and all for him. He can hardly believe how perfect you are for him. Finally, he begins to fuck you with his tongue, reaching as deep inside you as he can, letting his nose rub against your clit. Your hips are beginning to rut onto his face, your pants and moans erratic. You’re so close, he can feel it. It’s almost intuitive at this point.

“Cum for daddy, baby girl. Cum all over my face.”

It’s like his words cut the string and suddenly your entire body thrums underneath him as the string falls away. You cry out as the high takes you. Yoongi gently nuzzles and licks you through it, before drawing away as you go limp and loose in his arms. Your hands releasing his hair as you let them fall to the side.

“That sounded intense.”

For a moment you’re breathless, and then finally, you nod. “It was.”

“It was really hot though. Give me a couple of minutes and I might be ready to go again.” At this, a weak smile stretches across your face. You reach for him, and he settles in between your legs, his bare chest fitting against your clothed one. This might be his favorite part: basking in the haze of your orgasms together.

“Thank you,” you finally say, your breath making his scalp tickle.

“Of course, baby girl,” he says, pulling away from the hug to give you a kiss. It’s soft, none of the bite of earlier. Just a kiss to show each other that you’re still here, in the moment. “We should get clean and cuddle in bed, though.”

“Mm,” you agree, still looking a little dazed and boneless. He watches as you sit up carefully, taking care not to get anything on the couch. As the moments pass, you start looking a little more alert.

“So um, about calling you daddy …” You look away and bite your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you first.”

Yoongi watches your body language as you speak, and he doesn’t like what he sees.

“Babe, you don’t need to apologize. I don’t think it’s weird, and I liked hearing it from you. It made me feel—“ he stops, unsure of how to continue “—like you trust me? It’s hard to describe.”

Your posture is still tense, your mouth getting chewed up from you biting it. You’re looking more and more upset with each passing moment and he hates that he’s not sure what’s wrong.

“I just,” you finally say, with trembling lips. “I just don’t want you to get bored with me. I guess. I’m pretty vanilla. That’s as wild as it gets for me, and well, I’ve blown it already. I’ve given up the secret. There’s nothing else left to keep things interesting.”

Yoongi reaches forward and extricates your hands from your sweater, taking them in his. “Babe, you know I don’t care about just sex, right? You’re more than someone I can fuck. You’re so much more than that.”

“I know. I know that. But—”

There are tears shining in your eyes now as you continue to avoid his gaze. The words are on the tip of your tongue, he can see you trying to say what you’re thinking but something is holding you back. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. You look him in the eye.

“What if it’s not enough?”

Yoongi sits with your words. He lets them settle into his mind, his heart, but you continue before he can respond.

“What if I’m not enough, Yoongi? What if this is as good as it gets? What if I can’t make this stay good like this? What if I—” You stop suddenly, choking up as you get overwhelmed by the thoughts that have to be racing in your head.

“Hey, hey,” Yoongi says, reaching forward to take you into his arms, “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m right here.”

“What if this is as good as it gets? This isn’t enough for us to be able to keep going.”

He can feel his heart beginning to sink, weighed down by your doubts. You’re not wrong. You’re still at the beginning of all of this, and he agrees, sex is not enough to sustain a relationship. For a moment, he lets you cry, soothing you with soft touches as he decides how to phrase what he wants to say.

“You want to know why I kept pining for you after all these months?” he finally asks.

“Really good jeans.”

“I mean, yeah, fine. Those piqued my interest, but that’s not what kept me coming back.”

“Okay? What did?”

“The way you take care of people. The way you make sure you care for your staff and the people who let themselves be vulnerable with you. It’s not just sex for me, babe. It’s you being you as well.”

You sigh into a laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. “Okay, well, I’m just here for your ass, I guess.” The smile you give him tells him you’re being difficult, but you continue before he can protest. “I also like your quiet grace, and the way you make me feel important, and the way you are careful to make sure you explain things in words we can understand. You meet people where they are, and gently try to lift them up.”

For a moment, neither you or Yoongi speak. He’s holding your hand again.

“What are you feeling right now?” he asks, keeping his voice quiet.

“A lot. I’m scared, I think. I’m scared and nervous that we’re doomed before we even really got started. I really like you. More than I realized. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“I think that’s okay to feel. It’s been a lot. It’s all a lot. I’m feeling it too. Like, what do we do when we go to work tomorrow? What do we do when we live thirty minutes apart? It’s a lot but …” He pauses. He wants to make sure he uses his words well. “I think we work well together so far, and I really want to try this out. I think we can work. I really do.”

“Okay.” You’re tracing the veins on the back of his hand with the tip of your finger. Finally, you look up at him to meet his gaze. “Okay. I trust you. I want this to work too. I want to do this with you.”

Yoongi can’t help but smile. “Okay. Then it’s a plan. We’re doing this.”

“Yeah,” you smile back, “It’s happening. We can do this.”

He squeezes your hand. “Together.”

Thank you for reading! Drop me an ask and tell me what you think. Find me in various places at my carrd :)

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posted: 3.19.2022

[ilovefandoms102]

Suga Daddy-Part 3*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader, Chris Evans x Sugar Baby! Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Chris punishes you for being a brat…

Note: I seriously love this series so much🥴

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Warnings🛑:smut(choking, daddy kink, degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, orgasm denial, slight noncon/dubcon vibes, spanking, slight thigh riding), boudoir pics, sugar daddy/sugar baby, age gap

Part 2 Part 4

I call him

Suga daddy

Suga daddy

Suga daddy

Give me some sugar daddy

Suga daddy

Suga daddy

Suga daddy

Give me some sugar daddy

Months flew by, things with Chris were amazing…

You loved every waking minute of being with him. Chris was a true blessing in your life, and you couldn’t wait to tell your friends and family. You were hanging out with your best friend Avery, Chris paying for the two of you to have a spa day. This was the first time you’d felt truly relaxed in a while. You’d been teasing Chris all day that he’d get a nice reward for being an amazing Daddy.

Daddy😍: I bet you’re already soaked thinking about me aren’t you pretty?😏

Babygirl❤️‍🔥: I’m always soaked for you Daddy, especially thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight😉

Daddy😍: Oh yeah? Wanna give Daddy a little show😜

Babygirl❤️‍🔥: It’s a surprise I can’t ruin it 😏

Daddy😍: You're a little tease pretty, come on tell me😁

Babygirl❤️‍🔥: No, you have to be a good Daddy😉

Daddy😍: I think you forgot who makes the rules sweetheart🤔

Babygirl❤️‍🔥: How about I send you a little something Daddy?😏

Daddy😍: Oh fuck baby you’re so fucking beautiful jesus how did I get so lucky?😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

You giggled as he kept sending you praises, Avery arching a brow.

“Who are you being so giggly over y/n?” she asked, trying to peek over at your phone.

“My sugar daddy.” you smirked.

“What the fuck?! When did you get a sugar daddy? Is he hot?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“He’s extremely hot Ave, like sex on legs hot.” you nodded, showing her a picture of Chris.

“Oh. My. God. Y/n…Chris Evans? The Chris Evans? Billionaire, extreme hottie, extreme introvert Chris Evans?” she gasped.

“Yep, he's my Daddy.” you grinned, taking your phone back and giggling at another text Chris sent you.

“And you-you call him that?” she whispered as an employee walked past them.

“Not all the time, I-I really like him. I mean relationship kind of like, maybe even falling in love type of like.” you rambled, sighing as you looked away from Avery’s disapproving eyes.

“Y/n, are you serious? You can’t feel that way.” she scoffed, your heart dropping to your stomach at her words.

“What? Why not?” you asked, turning your phone on silent despite Chris blowing it up.

“Sweetie, this man is paying you to have sex with him…I mean he’s using you y/n. Look, I just want you to be ok, I don’t want you to get hurt.” she said softly, putting what was supposed to be a comforting hand on your shoulder, but all you felt was coldness.

“He has to feel something Ave…I mean he-he opened up to me, I told him about my family, and we-we have a good time together. It’s not just about the sex for me.” you revealed, shrugging her hand off.

“I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Avery sighed.

“Good job,” you grumbled.

Avery’s words were drilled into your thoughts for the rest of the day, your mind filled with doubt about your…you didn’t even know what to call it anymore. You still hadn’t turned your phone back on, and you knew that would make Chris furious. His anxiety always had him worried about your safety, which was incredibly sweet and made you feel more secure. You were almost afraid to go inside his room, knowing you’d be in for it. He was sitting on the lavish couch, casually sipping a beer still in his suit minus the jacket.

“Why the fuck was your phone turned off?” he asked, his tone scarily calm.

“I-” you started, but Chris was quick to comment.

“This better be a really good reason pretty,” he laughed in mock humor.

I stayed silent because I really didn’t have a good reason, not one I could think of on the spot. I couldn’t even say it was dead because there was a charger in the car that I was driven in.

“That's what I thought baby…you know daddy doesn’t like that, and you know you’ll be punished.” he said, his tone so low I was already squeezing my thighs together.

“I’m sorry daddy, I don’t want punished.” I pouted, but Chris just laughed menacingly.

“You don’t make the rules pretty, now come stand in front of daddy.” he commanded, unbuttoning his shirt after.

You really didn’t want punished so what was your brilliant thought? To stand there and piss him off more.

“I’m not going to ask twice little girl.” he growled.

“I don’t want punished!” I yelled, stomping my foot like a child.

Chris was in my face in the next second, grabbing my cheeks with one hand. He was angry, which made you even more wet. He clenched his teeth, eyes narrowing as he yanked you to him.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want, you disobeyed me, twice now. So daddy is going to use you like a fuck toy, you’ll be lucky if you get one orgasm tonight pretty.” he hissed, shoving your hands away that tried to grab on to him.

“No! You don’t get to touch daddy, I don’t let brats touch me.” he said as he gripped my wrist and pulled me harshly to his room.

“No, daddy please!” you whined, struggling to keep up with him.

Chris ignored you, tossing you on his bed. He tore your clothes off, standing to his full height once he got you naked. He palmed himself as he slowly looked at you from head to toe, drinking in your beautiful body. You wanted to cover yourself up, but knew it would piss him off.

“So pretty, all mine.” Chris mumbled to himself, taking the rest of his clothes off.

“Daddy-” you tried, but Chris glared at you.

“I wanted to have fun tonight, but you had to go and act like a bitch huh baby?” he chuckled humorlessly, tapping his dick between your soaked folds.

You jumped, pouting up at him. You tried to close your legs, but Chris yanked them back open. Without warning, Chris plunged into your entrance. You squealed loudly, Chris’s hand wrapped around your throat to silence you.

“Do not cum, is that understood?” he growled, your head nodding weakly.

“Words baby,” he griped.

“Yes daddy,” you whispered with a quiet moan as he filled you up.

“Fuck, so damn tight.” he murmured, holding my hips down as he watched himself pull out and push back in.

The feeling was unlike anything, to feel every inch, every ridge and vein of his cock, you couldn’t even form the thought of how to describe it. Chris stared for what felt like a century before he started pounding into you, expertly hitting every spot that spiked that tingling sensation. You tried to touch him again, but Chris quickly took your hands in his. He intertwined your fingers before slamming them above your head, causing him to go even deeper than before.

“Does daddy need to tie you up?” he asked, nipping your lips playfully.

“No daddy, fuck you feel so good.” you whimpered, craning your neck up to kiss him, but again, Chris pulled away.

“Be a good toy, and shut the fuck up. No touching.” he commanded, grinning evilly when you got tears in your eyes.

“Daddy, I want to cum!” you cried, feeling the band wind deep in your belly.

“Too bad my love, should have thought of that before you decided to be a fucking brat.” he hissed.

Chris pulled out suddenly, shoving you over on your stomach. Your bottom lip jutted out as you got on your hands and knees, looking over your shoulder at Chris. His hand slapped your ass hard enough to make you cry out a bit, giving the same treatment to both cheeks. He pulled them apart harshly, licking his lips as he watched your juices drip out of you. Chris leaned forward, licking your slick off of your thighs. You closed your eyes tight, trying to think of anything other than how good his tongue feels as it slithers up and down your pussy.

He buried his tongue deep inside of you, curling and tasting every inch. Sucking your clit into his mouth, making you scream in ecstasy, and taking you to the edge so many times before he stopped. After the tenth time, you were on the verge of crying. Chris laughed darkly at that, pushing himself up and shoving his cock into you.

Your body began to shake as Chris fucked you, hitting your gspot perfectly. He spanked your ass hard, leaving his handprints all over. He was so close, thrusting a few more times before cumming deep inside of you. His chest heaved, watching you turn and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum baby, I told you.” he shrugged, pulling out and watching his cum mixed with your juices leak down your pussy.

“I’ll be good! I’ll be good daddy I swear! Please, please daddy I need it, I want you to make me cum!” you sobbed, but Chris wasn’t budging.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he smirked.

“No! Daddy no! Please!” you cried.

You leaned up, turning on your knees. You clung to him, kissing him despite his rules. Straddling his thigh, you attempted to grind against him. Chris stopped you, holding your hips still.

“Daddy!” you squealed, locking eyes with him.

“You want to be a little slut and grind your whore pussy on me? Hmmm? Maybe I should fuck you like one.” he hissed, throwing you back down on the bed.

Your legs went over his shoulders as he rammed into you, a screech leaving your lips as he didn’t give you time to adjust. Chris animalistically thrust into you, not stopping or changing angles for a second. You were desperately on the edge, hoping with everything in you he’d let you cum.

“Oh, fuck daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, gripping his wrists that held your hips down as you let go.

You couldn’t stop it, he was giving it to you so good you didn’t have time to think about it. Chris groaned at how hard you clenched around him, letting his cum spill into you for a second time. Watching you fall apart was his favorite thing, it was ingrained into his mind. The noises you made to the exact expressions you had, he picked up on every telling detail during the past months the two of you had been together.

Once the two of you came down, Chris scooted you up the bed to be more comfortable. He pulled you to his chest, and you gladly cuddled up to him. You tangled your legs with his, lightly scratching against his chest hairs with your nails.

“Now, will you please tell me what’s going on?” Chris asked gently, rubbing your cheek as you looked up at him.

“My friend that I was with today, she-she said some um…some things that got to me.” you admitted, embarrassment climbing up your spine.

“What things baby?” Chris questioned, arching his brow.

“She just…she said that you-that you can’t have real feelings for me because of you giving me money to have sex with you.” you explained, the embarrassment washing away as Chris looked at you with disappointing eyes.

“That’s not true, I-I…it’s not just about sex to me y/n. It’s amazing don’t get me wrong, but I feel something for you baby. These past months have been the happiest I’ve ever been.” he professed.

“You have feelings for me?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah baby, I do.” Chris whispered, sealing it with a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’m falling for you Chris,” you confessed, holding his cheek as you rubbed your thumb along his beard.

“I’m there with you pretty girl.” he smiled, hugging you tight to him.

Both of you couldn’t stop grinning, so happy and hearts fluttering. You truly felt like yourself when you were with Chris, and he felt the same. Deep down, you knew he was your soulmate, and you couldn’t wait to explore these new found revelations.