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[knnichs]

STEM MEETS HUMSS

your teachers have planned a collaboration between the three strands for the christmas event on the 18th. you've gotten quite close with a certain top student in stem–and it seems that you have caught his attention too.

c. tighnari x gn!reader

t. strangers to friends, no romance YET, reader has a crush on tighnari, filipino school culture, cursing, innacurate depictions of senior highschool, not proofread we die like ... like .. sweats um. wc: 3.1k

taglist. @pneumosia @gladiolus-nyx @snobwaffles thanks for brainrotting abt this with me chat && @thestarswhisper @tragedy-of-commons @azuresaqua @writingandmusing @usagiarchives @hanniejji -> join the taglist here!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING!!! author notes at the end, as always :D

“And as for the letter delivery event,” Albedo opens a file on his laptop to present on the tv screen–the draft proposal of your class for this holiday. “How do you plan to do that?” 

You doodle mindlessly on your paper, faking the scribbles made from the ballpoint pen as ‘taking notes.’ Honestly, if the senior high faculty didn’t decide on making a semester end project, you wouldn’t even have to stress about this. At least it was a collaboration between subjects so it meant there was less work to do, although you do have to worry about the different rubrics. 

You sigh, quite deeply at that.

“It’s actually pretty self explanatory. They order through an online form, write a letter and choose a bundle of gifts, and we deliver it to the recipient. Whether the sender wants it to be an anonymous thing is up to them,” Navia, your section's representative, answers. The bell rings right on time, cutting Albedo off right before he was about to say something.

It was already 4:30, you’d have to commute back home so–you’ll be back by what, 5:30? Considering the rush hour too… Oh god, absolutely nothing could make you like the rush hour. The train is always packed, the buses feel like you’re sardines packed in a can–a very hot, sweaty, and humid can, and you’ll be stuck with the bass of the music just blasting in your ear every few seconds. 

“Okay, before you all leave–ensure that each strand representative assigns you all a role. As for Stem, everything is already.. well, almost, set.” Albedo starts packing up his things, unplugging his laptop and taking his pen. “I still have to assign someone to lead the graphics later, but Kinich will handle the research team, please note that down.”

“Is this only for our donation drive, or for… everything?” Kinich asks, crossing his arms. 

“Only for our donation drive and for the actual seminar itself before the party. Ah, well actually–you reminded me of something.” The blonde nods, gesturing for Navia and Chiori to come forward to the table. You groan, slumping down on your desk–face all squashed up on the wood. You check your watch; 4:35, when will this end? “Okay, this is the last one, I swear.” Navia smiles. “Then you can all go home, it’s quick, I promise you.”

“There are two different things we will work on: The first would be each strand’s event–like the donation drive, the delivery service, and the raffle. The second would be the seminar itself, this is the one we will all work together on.” She continues, “We agreed on having Humss and Stem lead the presentation itself. ABM will host the program, is everyone okay with that?” 

“That’s it, you’re free to leave.” Chiori nods, “Turn off the lights and the AC. Thank you, everyone, and goodluck.”

This is going to be a hellish three weeks.

A part of you silently hoped that Navia would assign you to the presentation. Not only is research something you despise, it strains your eyes to stay glued to a monitor for 20 hours. Well, you’ll still technically be doing the same thing if you’re editing the presentation–but that’s besides the point. Graphics means less thinking, more doing (and going on pinterest to ‘look for inspiration’) (which is also short for doom scrolling)

Your phone flashes on, a notification snapping you out of your silent prayer. Navia had messaged your group chat accompanied with quite a long series of mentions. Yes, she tagged you almost 20 times already, and she’s still going.

4:59 PM | YOU : ??????? yes?? Navia : DO U REMEMBER THAT HALLWAY CRUSH U KEPT TALKING ABOUT

Ah yes, your infamous hallway crush. The one your friends had labelled as boy number 10 with how much you fell in love with the most random group of people. You knew three things max about him. One, he helped you fix up the classroom when you were assigned as the class cleaner along with three other people. Said three ditched you and went home early, you were lucky enough to still be there even a few minutes after because if it weren't for that–you probably would have never met this guy at all. He helped you clean up the random bits of paper on the floor, and your dumbass forgot to ask for his name. Two, a few days later you see him go inside the stem classroom. You were too shy to actually ask for his name–even if you did have a few acquaintances in their class, you’re scared that news might reach him and that he would start avoiding you. And finally…

– HUMSS, except we’re the patient

5:00 PM | Navia : IM LITERALLY ASSIGNING YOU TO THE GRAPHICS TEAM RN. HES LEADING THE PRESENTATION Mualani : girl u didnt even mention his name yet Navia : wait dont they know already ???? YOU : NO? 5:01 PM | Mualani : OH BOY. his name is tighnari btw one of the top students in stem Mualani : u hit jackpot with this or something cause like. WOW. top student thats insane Mualani : wonder how hes going to deal with your stupid ahh 😭 YOU : this is literally slander. not you speaking as if you didnt get a 5/25 on the math test earlier YOU : also, the block button looks so good rn 5:02 PM | Mualani : WHAT Mualani : DONT YOU DARE Mualani : YOU MEAN TO SAY THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER MEANT NOTHING TO YOU???? Navia : WAIT SHUT UP IM ADDING U TO THE GC

You shortly get added to an almost 20 person group chat titled PRESENTATION, no creativity whatsoever, you grade the originality a 2 out of 5. Only one text has been sent – and Navia was not lying when she said your hallway crush was leading the graphics team. After a bit of research (visiting his profile,) you come to realize that yeah, she was right, and you are doomed.

– HUMSS, EXCEPT WE’RE THE PATIENT

5:05 PM | Navia : trust me when i say that i got your back on this Navia : navia for best wingman when YOU : ill literally do your reviewer for the exams if u help set me up YOU : arent you close with albedo PLEASE TELL HIM TO DO SOMETHING YOU : without mentioning my name. ofc 5:06 PM | Navia : 👍 Navia : LIKE I SAID, I GOT UR BACK YOU : ILY

Two weeks have passed since the original planning for the event. Your plate has been so full you didn’t even realize there have been an additional three new projects you need to work on–and they were all due next week. Thanks to the absolutely soul crushing curriculum your school decided to follow, you are now going to school at 6 a.m, going home at 5 p.m (if you’re lucky enough,) and have even more things to worry about at home. You don’t even get to sleep until 12.

“Is this a sign to drop out?” You grumble, laying your head down on the desk. 

“If you are–I am definitely joining you.” Mualani draped her jacket over your shoulders, giving you a pat on the back as a way to comfort you. “How’re things with you and guy number 10?”

Oh, right. You haven’t mustered up any courage at all to start talking with him. Everytime you get the chance to approach him, you cowardly run away internally screaming you weren’t ready for commitment just yet. You were just going to talk to him–not start a relationship immediately!

“I mean, it’s… nothing special happened. I haven’t gotten to talk to him.” Brushing off some of the hair that was on your face, you look at Mualani’s grim expression. She faked a sniffle–kneeling on the ground on some dramatic act. Reaching a hand out to the board and her left arm on her heart.

“Oh, gods! You’re going to die alone at this rate!” The girl cries out, and you cringe at her–she stands straight up again, brushing off some of the dirt that got on her skirt. “On a serious note though, when do you plan on actually trying to befriend him? This is your chance, just take it.”

“It’s not like my life depends on this situation. It’s just a crush, it’ll pass.” 

“Woow–” Mualani drags off, quite sarcastically. “Look at you all grown up! Did your frontal lobe develop overnight or something?”

“Shut up!” 

A blank canva screen is all you’re greeted with once you got home. Nothing has really popped in your head–no amount of doom scrolling on pinterest was able to help your… predicament. You technically volunteered for this–the presentation. You’ve thought about tugging your hair off your head out of frustration again, but you already did that earlier the first time you opened the canva file. How you wish it could just put the elements on the screen by itself already, you’re too exhausted to really deal with this.

Your phone buzzes as it lights up, a notification on the graphics team pops up on your homescreen, and you click on it to open the group chat.

– PRESENTATION

6:14 PM | Tighnari : Good evening! We will have a meeting at 6:30 PM. It’ll last around an hour or so, it’ll be a quick discussion with everyone so we can all settle on a common theme for the flow of events. Tighnari : [google meet link] Tighnari : If you cannot attend, react to this message so I can relay what happened here.

About 10 people reacted with a sobbing emoji. You debated if you even wanted to join yourself, but you eventually just set your phone back down and opened the link, waiting for it to open.

“Oh, you’re quite early.” A voice comes out of your laptop's speakers. You almost jump out of your seat, hovering your mouse to the tab of the meeting only to realize it was boy number 10 talking to you. “We’re starting in like, 10 minutes from now. Did you have a question?”

Wow, the timing. What a coincidence. 

You turn your mic on, “No, I just joined so I wouldn’t be late.”

“I see.”

Mualani’s words from earlier echoed in your head. She’s right, this project is an excuse for you to get the chance to talk to him. This is bad. You can’t think of anything to continue the conversation–

“You’re the one who was left behind in the classroom, right?” 

“What?”

Someone dig a hole and bury you in it now. He remembers? You remember you were close to tears that time! That might just be the most humiliating thing you’ve ever experienced and you were upset over everything that day–you were late to class because you woke up quite late, your food was already burning while you ironed your clothes, you ended up burning a part of your uniform because you didn’t get rid of the plug, you left your lunch on the table because you were in a rush–it was truly the most hectic day you’ve ever experienced. 

“I mean–yeah, the cleaners thing? Thanks for… helping me out, by the way.” You replied.

He hummed, a hint of amusement in his voice. Does he find this funny? 

“I can only guess that you weren’t having the best day. I just had some extra time and noticed your classmates had left you behind, it’s no problem.”

You fall silent, unsure of how to continue this.

“I forgot to ask for your name,” wait, that just sounds odd. “for the–uh, presentation. Since we’re working together, right?” you mumbled.

“Tighnari, what about you?” 

“[Name].” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, then. Since we’re working together.” He chuckled. It didn’t take too long until a few other people started joining the meeting. 

It was already way past midnight and you were still working on the stupid presentation. It didn’t help that you felt like you were really the only one working on this–save for Navia. Mualani hasn’t touched the file at least once and only really gave criticism on the placement of the random elements. There’s really no way you can actually drink alcohol, so you choose to drown your sorrows away with yet another cup of coffee, and the damned presentation. 

You go on the last blank slide with a dark blue color for the background and some random low quality star in hopes to make it the least bit interesting. You click on the text button and start typing away, wondering what setting you clicked on to mess up the arrangements and text positioning that you had already fixed. Shortly realizing it was in fact–not a setting, but another person in the presentation. 

So you get a new block of text and type out: “can u like, not mess this up. im tired, thx”

The green cursor would stay still for a few seconds before disappearing and coming out with another block of text: “its ugly. im fixing it”

What a response. You glance at the top right of your screen and recognize the profile picture–Tighnari, who knew you’d be such a bitch? 

You’re too tired to deal with this. It was already 3 a.m, you’ve had your fourth cup of coffee, and you’d rather jump than have to deal with any kind of attitude. You still have to get up at 6 tomorrow–no, later. You’d have a total of THREE hours of sleep! That’s a new record.

You delete all the previous text you had and start ranting on your side of the slide.

“who asked. like literally”

“well im just fixing it. unlike you, i dont want to present something like…” The text pauses, the line blinks for a few seconds and continues. “...something as creative as this, on the actual seminar”

“who do u think u are anyway??? thags quiet rude.”

“thats* and quite.* seems like you should get your rest for the day, its 3 anyway. ill take over, no worries.”

Oh, the nerve of this guy! First he comes stomping into your part of the presentation–you’ve already done everything in your style, it’ll be weird if the design somehow clashes midway the seminar just because this entitled guy decided to “fix” things. 

“clearly this is MY slide. why are u here anyway”

“my name is on the left side and the data *you* are typing is my part of the research. technically, this is my slide.”

“smartass”

“thags quiet rude.”

That’s it. You’ve had enough. It’s too early to be worrying over this anyway, so you delete your past message and the whole slide entirely. 

“fine then. u do it. im going to bed.”

On the other side of the screen, Tighnari smiles. 

“You look like your soul just got sucked out of ‘ya.” 

“Navia, please, I am way too tired for this.” You raise your hand as you bury yourself deeper into your arm. The past week of you staying up is certainly catching up to you now, and you have to deal with the consequences..

“You couldn’t even focus during comm-arts. I’m actually quite glad Mr. Zhongli is understanding–he let you sleep the whole period.” She replies, looking at Mualani.

“I am so done with this presentation thing. When will it end?” You sigh, facing your friends. 

Navia only smiles softly amidst your suffering. “Don’t worry, it’s tomorrow.” 

“Wait, are you being serious?” 

She nods, looking at the board and reading the date out loud– “It’s the seventeenth, so, yeah. Tomorrow. Eighteen.”

“...Is something wrong?” Mualani asks, crossing her arms.

“I mean, Tighnari and I have talked for a total of two times the entire time we were doing the project.” Dragging your fingers down your face, “In one of them, I quite literally called him a smartass.”

“That’s rough,” Navia murmurs.

A voice calls for Navia and she eventually bids goodbye to the two of you. The realization just dawns on you–you’ve wasted all your chances of getting to know boy number 10–sorry, Tighnari, better. Now you’re going to go into the new year knowing that you fumbled quite badly. 

“You know what they say,” Mualani pats a hand on your shoulder. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. Knowing you, you’ll jump back from this no problem.”

“Yeah, well, right now there is only one fish and he’s probably trying his best to run away from me.” 

She giggles at your comment, “You’ll be okay. Don’t cry over a boy, it’s just not worth it.” 

You nod, thankful for the two most supportive friends you have. Mualani, too, gets ready to leave the school already. The bell rang a few minutes ago and you decided to spend time mulling over the decisions you made that led you to your situation right now. 

Sitting in the empty, cold classroom with earphones on playing a Silent Sanctuary song–how many times have you seen this kind of scene happen in those cliche love movies? 

Sige na please, wag na’ng mainis, bumalik ka na sa’akin.

Come on–please, don’t be annoyed, come back to me. 

Your music briefly lowers its volume as you hear a ping come from your phone. You glance at the contact–an unknown number. Who could be so entitled as to ruin your weekly “drown in your thoughts?”

Only one person, apparently. 

You were shocked to realize it was indeed not a notification about your parcel being delivered (since you went online to buy something to cure your “sadness” over this technically-a-rejection,) but a message from someone. 

4:31 PM | Unknown Contact : “I feel bad about what happened yesterday, I didn’t mean to give you an attitude that late at night. Do you wanna go to a cafe tomorrow, after classes?” Unknown Contact : “This is Tighnari, by the way. Save it.”

You open the chat quickly, typing a response.

4:32 PM | YOU : “Who gave you my number?” Tighnari : “Your friend did, I’ve already thanked her.” Tighnari : “So… Do you want to go? If you want to invite your friends, that's fine too.” Tighnari : “You seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you” Tighnari : “If you’ll let me.”

@ knnichs 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai or modify any of my works. doing so can and will result into me blocking you.

chat will u believe me if i said i crammed writing this . its probably really obvious i didnt think about the plot too much ALSO there might be a part 2 to this . because i barely scratched the surface me thinks NYWAY im going to go sleep im too tired

[kalpeavaris]

Other than the AU gang do you have any murder drones ocs?

Oh, I am SO glad you asked anon! I've been waiting to spam my profile with my OCs but with my AU project going off lately I was hesitant if people would even be interested in original characters or even other stories that don't primarily involve the canon characters. :D

So let me hit you with the giant wall of text that is all this stowed concept art & story I have lying around waiting to finally be released (especially written, lol) Below the cut is all the information to my AU/own story set after the Absolute Solvers defeat in 3071.

Lemme introduce you to my personal project:

"Murder Drones: Echo"

“It takes a demon to kill an angel.”

Let's start with the most important stuff, the characters! This line-up is relatively fresh but it still misses 1-2 characters (especially SD-K) which I haven't finished designing yet. A little bit of info is written below the characters, buuut to add more context Imma just speedrun through them lol

Alot of these characters can be found on TOYHOUSE! (requires you to be logged in, sorry :c)

Serial Designation Y - Trans-masc host (build intended to be female presenting, doesn't love that though. He identifies with the male type much more and it shows). He's the secondary host to ECHO, the main antagonist of the story and has 6 wings (not feathered, they're shaped from membrane and take the shape of feathered wings).

Serial Designation D - A character that is also set on appearing in my MD AUs (like Synemy) - and she has appeared in the Synemy fanfiction before as a flashback character that worked with Cyn! She's a former maid and was rebuilt as Disassembly Drone by the Solver itself. As Dina (her true name) had feelings for Cyn she followed the Solver thanks to it using Cyns body as host. She's neither a good nor bad person in the story but rather a neutral force that just wants to be left alone.

Serial Designation X - A Communication Disassembly Drone that worked in a squad with K & T. She's fairly quiet and rarely talks and if she does, it's mainly to bring up good points. Or to insult someone because they're annoying, lmao. She wears glasses as she misses the main eyes DDs have (the yellow lights on the headband) - she's incredibly short sighted and therefore rarely ever involves herself in aerial fights. She uses close-combat techniques as she used to be a ring fighter before being rebuild.

Serial Designation T - The navigator of the 3-people-squad with X & K. He LOVES 1980s music and salvages places online & IRL for music and CDs. He's not above rick-rolling people. B) He met Kira in 3050s where his programming to kill Solver Hosts was overwritten by the Solver, causing him to become neutral towards her. One thing led to another and they had a child. Whoops! (they're madly in love)

You can also find more stuff on him (and Kira!) on their shared Pinterest Profile B)

Evie (also spelled "Eve") - Ts & Kiras daughter. Her body was constructed to be a hybrid of both a Worker Drone & a Disassembly Drone. She's the perfect middle ground of her parents (not only regarding her height). Her drive to kill Workers is not really present, though she can be very "feral" if she's starving. Still needs Oil to survive and cannot go into the sun - doesn't have nanite acids, but instead a stinger. T made sure not to give her acid. He's worried she'll hurt herself with it.

Kira ("ZWEI") - Kira is one of the Drones that was held at the Cabin Fever Labs similar to Nori and Yeva. She was number 24 (yes ik there's a name for that number in the show but since those names are names from workers on the MD staff team they're more easter eggs and less canon ig) and as a communication drone, her Solver gave her differing powers. She escaped from the labs in the mid 3050s after a botched patch and found herself an Outpost to reside in until she met T. Kiras antennas were able to pick up communication between the Solver & the landing pots, making her aware of the upcoming threat. Her existence as com-drone makes it easy for Echo to manipulate her as well as she cannot tune out incoming signals easily.

Motte - Motte is Echos main host (similar to how Cyn was to the Absolute Solver), with the exception that Echo doesn't inhabit her body all the time; only if it needs to speak through her. Motte is completely blind, her visor crached & her left eye replaced by Echos symbol that glows when she's in active possession. Before the possession she was a worker drone in Outpost 4 and quite a friendly individual. Ever since being possessed Motte is extremely paranoid, doesn't speak (semi-voluntarily, since she fears hearing her voice thinking it might be Echo). She's close with Y due to them sharing the same fate as hosts and he's the only person she allows around her. She's not evil or even slightly motivated to follow Echos commands, she's simply being used against her will (dw, she'll get her comfort to the hurt).

ECHO - main villain of the whole thing. Echo itself is a mutated line of code that seperated itself from the Absolute Solver code back in the Cabin Fever Labs when the humans experiemented with it. It mainly affects communication drones and was first seen within Kira, although it was patched from her and moved onto Motte for it's main host. It's a true neutral entity in the beginning, not differencing good from bad or even having slightly grey area understanding. It does *does*. In the evolution of the story Echo gains a pretty dangerous god complex, seeking out power beyond understanding. Other than the Solver it doesn't wish to satisfy hunger or seek out matter to consume, instead, it wants to experience true ascencion - human emotions and more. It's highly motivated by it's drive to know things, being inspired by human religion (especially christianity) with it's true form being a humongus Ophanim inspired burning wheel that is formed from biological matter, eyes and light.

Echo assumes a more "drone-like" appearance when not needing it's massive true form. It tries to imitate the Workers and well... fails, since it doesn't really look like any normal Worker Drone. It really loves halo symbolism which also results in it's powers and main emblem/symbol being a halo-like structure that manifests in it's victims eye. For that it usually destroys the eye in place. Echo is very capable, though not immortal. Like the Solver there is a way to contain it, but for spoiler reasons I won't share this for now!

(Not shown on this chart but imma share them anyways!)

Serial Designation K - K is one of the squad members that came to Copper-9 with T & X. While T and X slowly started to warm up to Kira and not actively killing the Workers anymore she herself was entirely disconnected from that. K is, to be frank, just fucking through the roof. She enjoys the Solvers task of killing off the life around planets and gladly does so. Stopping just because a Worker "is nice" isn't on her to-do list so she's... well, more or less excluded from the Squad which made her angry. On one hand - understandable, on the other hand she's killing everything she sees, sooo...

She's a minor antagonist in the story and serves as obstacle to go through. Even with the Solver gone K isn't convinced to stop which comes with a price to pay if you actively try to hinder people from finding their loved ones. :X

Alex - Alex is a human soldier from another exoplanet that wasn't yet destroyed by the Solver - the Iron system. He works in the IDF (iron defense force) and when the military on Iron-3 get the message that Solver activity has been spotted again in the Copper System (as well as Echos activity) he and his team is sent to Copper-9 to weed out the reminaing Solver Hosts (and later on Echo Hosts). Alex isn't the biggest fan of Drones but works with Iris to keep their mission afloat.

Iris - Iris is a Drone built to assist in military-grade operations. She's a bit similar to Disassembly Drones (though with differening looks) that is working with Alex' squad in order to destroy Solver Hosts & remnants still alive on Copper-9 to avoid another spread (not being aware that the Solver itself is contained and still alive... oh well... sounds like drama. Hehe.) Her name is an acronym for Intelligent Response and Information System.

So, what's the story? Is there anywhere I can look for stuff?

Well, the story right now is still being written & in draft form. It'll be released on my AO3 when it's presentable!

Basically the story plays after the Solvers defeat in 3071 and spans over a few months. It starts of with a semingly smaller mission of Evie searching for her parents who've gone missing after the Solvers defeat - trying to make sense from the entire situation only to stumble onto something WAY bigger than she (and the people helping her) anticipated in finding.

Will there be canon characters?

Yes! Since the B Plot of the story also revolves around humans trying to kill off the remaining Solver Hosts (and the Solver itself) canon characters will be included too. Obviously the characters from Outpost 3 such as Uzi, N & V primarily.

There will also be canon & fanon character interaction! B)

Anything else I could seek out for this story?

Check out this cool playlist I made for the story! It has edgy songs (woah! who could've thought when it's about MD?!), sad songs! (i love making characters suffer for plot purposes!), cool fight songs (NICE robots smashing each other to bits on the battlefield! B)) and much more (which will be expanded upon in the future hehe)

[mermaidchansons]

Divine Indeed: Part Three

Neighbor!Terry Richmond x Divine Wells (black OC)

Story Summary: Divine Wells, a 31-year-old seamstress, deals with waves of change after she picks up her life and moves to San Diego for a new job. She thought she’d finally found peace in her new normal; until Oshun decided to push her path to collide with her fine ass neighbor, Terry Richmond.

Words: 2100+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors do NOT engage (you’ll be blocked), mommy issues, tism is tisming real bad, cannabis usage

Series Playlist

Author’s Note: Woah, can’t believe we’re already on part three! I hope y’all catch my ‘roll credits!’ moment lmao. I wanna know, does anyone relate to Divine? Also, would you be able to resist Terry’s charm? Lemmie know <3 - Ashanti

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Part Three

If Divine had to hand stitch another bead on a corseted gown, she was going to scream. She never thought an article of clothing would make her wish Olorun had created her. This one was a rush job, custom ordered by some famous artist’s team. Every day for the past two weeks, her workspace was a mess; seas of blue, silver, and green beads bestrewed it and found their way into her apartment. Divine would undress for bed every night and the clang of beads would hit her floor, rolling to god knows where. Sometimes sending a sharp pain through her foot when she happened to stumble upon them. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. And she did love her job. Her backbreaking, finger-numbing job that she had manifested and waited for. She remembered laying on her parent’s living room floor, spinning tales of her dream job to her twin Seraphim. She just needed a small break from it. Thank goddess for a holiday weekend, maybe she’d get some feeling back in her hands.

S: So I guess no Breath of The Wild tonight?

Divine let out an exaggerated sigh and pulled her sleep shirt over her head. Friday nights were Switch nights for the Wells siblings. Pajamas, the $5.99 mix-and-match deal from the local pizzeria, and pre-rolls. Now, a new job and 652 miles later, they partied virtually. But it wasn’t the same for Divine. She didn’t miss her town, but she missed her sibling. Her twin never failed to make her smile. 

D: I’m sorry, Ser. They’ve been riding me to finish that project and I need sleep before I DIY death

S: You’re so valid, sib. Oh, heads up, mom says to call her

D: Ugh, don’t even start, I’m bout to knock out

S: Here’s a meme for your consolation *sends meme*

[a photo of an aurora borealis sky with a dragon leaning into frame and text that says ‘your man wouldn’t even fill a lesser soul gem’]

Divine chuckled tiredly, and rolled over into position: one leg up with her knee uncovered to offset the heat. Her eyes started to flutter closed when her phone buzzed. 

S: On some real shit though, you need to call her. I can’t keep playing the middleman

It had been three weeks, two days, and 5 hours since she last spoke to her mom. Her subconscious kept counting ever since she raised her voice at her mother for the first time in twenty-nine years. It was a day where a particular form of sadness clung to Divine and refused to leave; an unwanted host, sucking the serotonin out of her with a crazy straw. Baby Divine had always been regarded as moody or possessing an attitude by the adults around. But when the ‘big sad’ hit, there was nothing she could do to fix it. So she dared to feel her feelings and was honest when her mom asked how she was doing. 

She didn’t know if she wanted to vent or scream or cry. She just wanted to be comforted, to be told that everything was going to be okay. Looking back on it, Divine squirmed in bed, the slimy feeling of regret coating her mouth. She knew her mother was solution based. She knew her mother could not offer what she needed. She knew. And yet, she still tried to penetrate the wall that shrouded her mother’s understanding. A small part of her hoped that maybe this would be the time when she would be surprised by the response. Divine felt the small light of hope in her chest go out as soon as the words left her mother’s mouth. 

‘Did you use your tools?’ 

‘Have you asked the Orisha’s for guidance?’ 

‘You can’t keep letting these things devastate you’

‘You can’t let one thing dictate your entire day’

‘Stop being so dramatic’

Divine left the call breathless and broken, cutting her fingers on the pieces as she tried to pull herself back together. She was angry. Partly at her mother but mostly at herself. How could she be so childish to think that her mother would offer her the comfort that she searched for? As if her mother was capable of change; as if she hadn’t had similar conversations with her mother every time the unsolicited host reared its ugly head. She didn’t even remember what she screamed before hanging up suddenly. 

Sera was right and she knew it. She’d have to speak to her eventually. She hated it when her twin was right. Squeezing her eyes shut, Divine turned away from the phone to smoosh her face against her brightly patterned pillow. That was a problem for future Divine. She laid her hand against her protruding tummy and focused on her breathing. A trick a counselor had taught her in middle school that carried her for the last 16 years. Sucking in a deep breath, holding for four seconds, and breathing out for another four; her mind and all its worries drifted away. 

In the swirl of darkness, Divine felt scans of heat travel up her legs. Wet sounds of her arousal sounded in her ears, tightening her stomach as thick lips wrapped around her hardened bead. She stifled a moan while reaching out desperately. The sensation was building steadily, determined to tear her apart. A large calloused hand wrapped around hers and placed it atop waves of hair. Finally finding the strength to open her eyes, she leaned up to see the man who was so intent on pleasuring her. He was massive against her 5’2 frame. His shoulder blades rolled under his caramel tinted skin as he pushed her right thigh as far back as it would go. The new angle revealed more of his face. Divine caught sight of a dark, neat eyebrow before the man pushed two fingers into her dewy entrance. 

The steady pace of his fingers moving in and out of her tightened the coil in her abdomen, a guttural moan escaping her throat and betraying her. She’d never heard these noises come out of her mouth before. What was he doing to her? The man moaned against her sex in approval, speeding up his pace. Divine threw her head back in ecstasy, shutting her eyes once more to chase the orgasm she knew she needed. Her heart pounded as the tips of her ears set ablaze and the coil snapped. Her body seized up as she came, her hardened bead twitching discordantly against his tongue. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly, eliciting a deep hum from his lips. When Divine blinked away her tears, she was shocked to see a naked Terry of Level 5. Those same stormy ocean eyes staring directly into her soul, making her want to come all over again. Her mouth dropped as she watched him suck the evidence of her arousal off of his fingers. 

“Just like I thought you would taste. Divine, indeed.”

For a moment everything went black and Divine shot out of bed, thunder booming in her ears. She looked around the dark room before patting wildly and picking up her phone. 

6:00 AM

Missed Call from The Momster Mash 38 min. ago

Groaning, Divine covered her face with her Gajeel body pillow. She’d never felt so embarrassed. Terry was so kind the last time they saw each other and she couldn’t help but wonder what his lips tasted like while he talked. One conversation and he had invaded her mind. After giving herself a good talking to, she had nipped that kind of thinking in the bud; even going so far as to avoid him completely. She’d felt the chill of possibility creep up her spine when his thick lips parted into a smile. The weakness in her knees was a warning she knew to heed. So she swore off thinking about his piercing eyes and his wide biceps for good. Or, she at least thought she had. Her eyes darted to her ancestor table, then to her nightstand where Terry’s business card had been lying untouched for the past four weeks. The cold wet spot beneath her gave her pause and she looked out at the rain hitting her window with pleading eyes. 

“Oshun, please. Please leave me be. Please stop.” 

She definitely couldn’t text him now.

7:00 PM

Quack! Quack! Quack! 

Divine jumped at the sound of her alarm, scuttering to turn it off while never taking her eyes off the computer. Too many hours had passed since she started crocheting a cardigan after breakfast, or what Divine would consider to be breakfast: a piece of toast and a sweet potato latte from her new favorite coffee shop. The two items may have satisfied her mind, but her stomach thought otherwise. It wasn’t that Divine didn’t like food, it was just eating. The process of it. Having to sit down and dedicate the time to chew and drink and chew; it was an exercise in patience that she didn’t have. Food regret was also too much of a risk, so comfort food items were often exhausted. To the point where food began to taste bland and feel like a waste of time.

A loud and low grumble erupted from her tummy beneath her blankets. Pausing the gaming marathon, she scrunched up her face at the sound. She only had one sleeve left. Certainly, her stomach could wait for another hour or two- Grumbleeee. Groaning loudly, she threw her head back in defeat before rolling her chair back. She stretched her arms and legs as far as they could go, eliciting a symphony of pops and cracks from different body parts. Beelining into the bedroom closet, she hastily changed into something comfy and cute. She may not always like the task of eating, but she desperately needed an enchilada before her stomach made it known to the entire apartment complex that she was starving herself for a crochet project. 

Ordering a car in record time, Divine stood before her small altar with her hand on her chest. She closed her eyes tight and prayed to the ancestors and Orishas for peace of mind, a safe drive over, and to be treated with compassion. Going to a restaurant alone wasn’t a new thing for her, but having to go outside and deal with people was its own beast. Her phone alerted her that her driver was only two minutes away. Should she take her yarn with her? No, she’s already taking her switch and a journal. How many side quests did one person need for a dinner? Divine hesitated with her hand on the doorknob, before turning on her heels to go back to her messy craft table. She grabbed the half-unraveled ball of yarn and shoved it into her tote before walking out without another thought. 

Friday nights were a risky time to go out for dinner. Traffic downtown was already bad, but walking traffic was even worse. Couples and 21-year-olds filled the walkways, chatting so loud you could hear their conversation from around the corner. Divine had never been more happy to be a solo diner. No 45-minute wait or being seated in the middle of a bustling restaurant. She could grab a seat at the bar, order food from the bartender, and watch Black Lightening in peace. Simple as that; as long as this security line continues to move. 

The line was zooming past. But time seemed to slow the closer the stranger behind her got. She could practically feel his breath against her neck as the gap between them disappeared. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she watched the snooty-looking man teeter to the side impatiently; sneering at her before yelling at the person ahead to ‘speed up, bro’. He was bouncing up and down while clutching his girlfriend’s hand like a child. Her patience was thinning but there was only one person left in front of her. Divine turned the music up in her headphones to drown out his nasal voice. Inching up, she tried her best to keep a respectable gap between them while she fished out her ID. If he got any closer, she was going to give up on the entire crusade and go home hungry. 

A sprinkle of rain tapped against her face, making her look down and watch the feet in front of her enter the restaurant. Relief washed over her as she approached the door and handed over her info.

“Look who it is.”

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[thrandilf]

do you have a guide as to the extra materials for The Dragon Prince? i keep seeing stuff about comics or books but idk where to start

Not on hand but I can make one here! :D

There are two, soon to be three, canon graphic novels.

Through the Moon takes place between seasons 3 and 4, like a little season 3.5 It isn't Necessary to read it before watching S4 but the story is cool and the extra information is neat. It feels like we might get more info regarding what happened to Rayla while she was gone later in the show

Bloodmoon Huntress takes place when Rayla is a child around when her parents leave. Lots of Runaan and Ethari, also introduces Kim'dael who will be in S5. Again, not Required reading but a fun extra story.

Puzzle House is coming out August 1st and is about Claudia and Soren as children, and we also get a look at younger Viren and other people. Harrow's father, King Atticus is still king in this one so interesting Katolis lore, SUPER hyped for when we get to read all of this one. The Scholastic link has a 15 pages preview if you wanna take a peek.

There are novelizations for Dragon Prince Season 1 and Season 2, they add a bit of introspection and small extra details. Viren in particular gets more of his internal thought processes laid out and for me it just Confirmed a lot of things. Season 3's novelization is coming out April 2nd, 2024. I'm sure all 7 seasons will eventually have novelizations.

Tales of Xadia is the ttrpg book and it's gorgeous and is probably the most lore heavy supplemental material as far as world building goes. The system also looks fun! The website has a character builder too for OC making. As a writer, it's been a great help as far as seeing some aspects of the world laid out. The system looks fun and there are videos of some of the cortex(?) team playing ToX official tales/campaigns but I haven't watched them yet. The campaigns are also available to look at online too.

I think that ToX is getting an expansion at some point since the base game doesn't touch much on Ocean or Star magic, I imagine due to spoilers for the seasons we're coming up on.

There's also a tabletop game called Battlecharged which I haven't personally played and I don't think it Adds lore but I've heard it's fun.

Also, it will likely be a long time before we see it, but there's a video game in the works as well that's in alpha testing right now called Project Arcanum. Wonderstorm is pretty busy!

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE

The Free Stuff:

Reflections are official short stories hosted on TDP's website and all of them are excellent and provide little extra scenes. Some of them are quite impactful, and the ones in this second batch are promising an absolutely wild S5. The first batch was released pre S4 and the second batch is being released now pre S5 as we count down to the new season. They aren't Required reading since the most key information from them will be in the show (going by the S4 ones) but I highly HIGHLY rec reading them all. Banger after banger. As of posting this there may be one more coming.

There's also little 4 panel comics called Everyday Xadia that have been also released during countdown mode and they're just fun/cute. Volume One and Volume 2 (still coming out). Sometimes when people say comics they might mean these, or the graphic novels lol.

Thank you for the ask, I'm always happy to share the TDP love and I hope this was helpful to you and anyone else who'd like a ref!

[yellow-faerie]

Could you talk about one of those Doctor Who aus?

Hello! Thank you anon for the ask :) I have a few AUs that I'm currently rotating in my head but my favourite at the moment is the one I just call The Modern AU - it's official name is The Doctor Project but that's not what I call it. This took me a hot minute to write up because it is a lot.

(Also if you wanted to hear about any of my other AUs, I put some brief descriptions in the tags :D)

The basic premise is that the Doctors are all human and a team that worked together for their variety of expertise during the early 2000s to repel an alien invasion and the effect it has on each of them and their general lives. Also the Tardis is there as the only sensible one of the lot.

Some doctors do have more story fleshed out than others, mostly due to the fact that I'm still quite new to a lot of the eu stuff like Big Finish and the books and certain Doctors I would feel better about having engaged with some more of it before getting some proper stories fledged out (mostly because I hope it will give me some more inspiration lol)

I'll put some more general outline below the cut for anyone interested :)

[Warnings: mentions of abuse, discussions of war and the aftermath, complicated relationships to disability, implied torture ]

First Doctor

So the First Doctor is the oldest of the bunch, a retired surgeon and medical doctor (he used to work at Royal Hope Hospital) who was brought into the Doctor project for his research into medicine.

He spent most of the War in London due to his old age making it difficult to run around cities infested with alien invaders but he does get sent out periodically (mostly when one of the others gets too injured to be moved from their current location which happens a few times).

He had a daughter, Gillian, when he was quite young but he and his wife split up, and his daughter spent most of her time with her mother instead. However, he was the one to gain custody of his daughter's daughter (Susan) when Gillian died as his ex-wife had also died.

When the Doctor was conscripted, Susan was about 15 and stayed with their neighbour Steven over the course of the war, and Vicki and Dodo, two girls he fostered as well while their parents were off fighting.

Due to the secure nature of the work that the Doctor Project was doing, she and her grandfather only exchanged a few letters over the course of each year, and they were always heavily edited, and she found herself finding a lot of the emotional support she was lacking from her two teachers at Cole Hill, Barbara and Ian.

When she left Cole Hill Sixth Form, a year before the war ended, she moved back into her grandfather's house but kept in contact with Barbara and Ian who helped her with finding a job and advice on living alone, etc. This would break GDPR and a host of other protection laws these days but it's the middle of an alien invasion, let's pretend that doesn't exist. They didn't know the Doctor at all until after the war when he returns and it's a bit weird for everyone.

Especially since Ian is completely furious at him for leaving his granddaughter alone, mostly because people meet Susan and get the immediate urge to protect her; they do mostly get over that particular hurdle though as more comes out about how the war ended, although the Doctor doesn't help matters much by being his usual grouchy self.

His usual grouchy self made worse by the fact that everything has changed a lot since he had left home. Susan is in training to be a nurse and has these faux-parental figures she trusts so implicitly, and is decidedly more wary around him; he has also been fundamentally changed by living four years in various bunkers while working against an invisible clock to defeat a foe more technologically advanced that they are.

Eventually things do settle down: Ian and the Doctor apologise to each other, Susan and the Doctor have enough heart-to-hearts that it clears the air between them, that sort of thing.

There's not a whole lot of plot to any of the First Doctor's stuff but the vibes and the setting are pretty much in place.

Second Doctor

The second doctor is probably about forty when he's conscripted and he was a physics lecturer at St. Andrews university, specialising in sound and acoustics and waves, that sort of thing. He invented several new versions of sound systems which is what got him noticed for the Project.

St. Andrews is where he meets Jamie, actually, who was working as a guard; they bonded over a mutual love of music, Jamie in particular on the bagpipes, and then over other mutual interests.

I'm imagining they got married before the war (as this is an alternate history anyway, I'm making gay marriage legal earlier because no-one can stop me) when Jamie went on to fight in the army and the Doctor got conscripted into the project. Both of them being in different deployments so regularly meant letter writing was even more difficult.

After the war, the Doctor gives up the whole lecturing thing, as the project had left him with a bad taste in his mouth over the work he had been doing. Instead, he takes his knowledge of music and goes into conducting an orchestra, as well as giving music lessons on the side.

In like...any instrument; he's not even very good at playing a lot of them but he has the technical know-how to make someone else very good at playing them, if they can get past his eccentricities.

Zoe is the first violin in the orchestra who he gives personal tutoring too in a vague attempt to get her to put some feeling into her music. She's technically very brilliant and knows her way around most string instruments with almost military precision, but she was taught in a very wooden way and the Doctor is attempting to bring that out of her.

Victoria, on the other hand, takes piano lessons from him except she's around like four times a week and barely ever actually plays the piano and they always give her supper because her home life is...not the greatest. Her father's very absent and her mother's dead. It's all a bit iffy.

Eventually, Jamie probably calls Social Services who are overstretched in the aftermath of the war as it is, but she manages to find herself to a very nice foster family (the Harris') who make sure she keeps having her piano lessons. Although they continue not to really be piano lessons.

[I feel that I should put a note on Ben and Polly here; they are sort of known to both One and Two as Polly is Barbara's niece (and quite close to her aunt) and Ben is Two's half brother (but not that close all things considered) - they are the sort of people who come around for birthdays and Christmas and the one off weekend, and give you very thoughtful advice and presents, but that's sort of the limit of your relationship with them.]

Third Doctor

The Third Doctor studied chemistry at university, trying out multiple different branches, and had managed to get noticed for a variety of things such as creating a few new medications, discovering the compounds of some rarer chemicals, that sort of thing (I will admit, I don't know what makes a chemist famous).

Sarah Jane is his younger sister by about twenty years: when she was younger, she had a bit of a hero worship of him going on but nowadays she's much more sensible.

He worked at Cambridge with Liz before the war, and a lot of the breakthroughs they made together; they (and by they I mean the Doctor has while Liz is facepalming in the background) have a bitter rivalry with the Oxford researcher Emil Masters (the Delgado Master).

They are married but they keep that out of their professional rivalries.

After the war, however, the Doctor stays with UNIT. He's the only one of the doctors to do this and it's mostly because he doesn't trust that unit won't make terrible decisions with the research the Doctor Project produced, so he stays as a Scientific Advisor and pokes his nose into everyone's business to keep his conscience clean.

Jo is his assistant as per canon, only now she is being invited around for supper four times a week at his house and is probably inheriting everything that both the Master and the Doctor own when they eventually die.

They turn up to her wedding to Cliff when her parents don't.

Once again, this is incredibly vibes based rather than very much plot; there's probably going to be something to do with Jo falling out with her family, but that's about as far as I got with it. It's mostly fluff at this point lol.

[Also a note about the incarnations of the Master: while the doctors aren't actually related, the incarnations of the Master are because I find that entertaining, and also there are less of them]

Fourth Doctor

The Fourth Doctor is an environmental activist before the war! He got a PhD in ecology and then proceeded to throw away a promising career in academia (his parents' words) to gallivant around the planet doomsday prophesying.

What he's actually doing is blackmailing people into implementing climate saving machines, etc. so that he isn't Doomsday prophesying; he actually meets Sarah doing this because they both get thrown in prison for getting nosy around a nuclear power plant and thus is the start of a beautiful friendship/relationship, it's really unclear to everyone else.

He has two sisters; Winifred (although everyone calls her Fred) who is Romana I, and Romana who is Romana II. Romana turns 18 just before the war and Fred turns 25 around the same time, while the Doctor is 30ish.

Romana immediately joins MI6 (she had always wanted to be in the secret service) and the Doctor gets roped into the Doctor project, which means that when Fred dies during the war, neither of them get informed for months due to the lack of proper communication channels.

This is something they both feel very guilty about, especially considering the fact that they have two nephews who got immediately lost in the overworked system without any other relative around who could look after them.

Anyway, also during the war, the Doctor gets captured by the aliens, and held for a good few months; he barely ever acknowledges that this ever happened to anyone, even when he is literally hospitalised after rescue. He just...pretends that everything is fine and dandy actually.

His doctor is actually Harry who then gets roped into the whole Very Secret Doctor Project thing for like a month until the Doctor was determined to no longer need constant observation etc and then he's just sent back to his ship.

However, Harry has better communication with home than the Doctor, and also shore leave, so he's sent to basically tell Sarah Jane that the Doctor is alive and alright - they immediately hit it off and so after the war, Harry and she hang out a lot until he's also living in the house with her, the Doctor and their gaggle of foster children (their are a lot of orphans after the war and so the three of them foster).

The actual content of their relationship is debateable - they could be a throuple, it could be that two of them are a couple and the other is third wheeling like a boss, it could be that none of them are romantically involved at all - but they do care for each other a lot.

Also the children are Luke and Sky from SJA and Leela, who's probably about 16. They have a dog, too, called K9 because the Doctor has called every dog he has ever owned since he wasa child K9, and just added a MK on the end; currently they're on Mk IV.

After the war, they just sort of settle back into what they were doing before; Sarah Jane writes for her newspapers and magazines, Harry takes up a civilian doctor's position again at New Hope and the Doctor returns to blackmailing people into Doing Better, only none of them are all that alright after the war and hiding it affects how well they are with other people.

There are some arguments had, mostly with the Doctor and Sarah Jane as Harry is much more mild mannered - with each other, with various siblings, with annoying work colleagues - until they at least admit that something is wrong, and then they go from there.

Fifth Doctor

The Fifth Doctor is the computer guy. He studied computer science at university and as well as developing quite a lot of high level software, he also developed cheaper hardware storage stuff.

With a lack of people I wanted to make him related to, I made him a Cranleigh - I think this was so he could go to boarding school and hate literally everything about it apart from cricket. His notes say that he cuts most communication with his family after going to university so they're not that important to the story.

During the war, he gets caught under a collapsing building at one point which causes nerve damage to his spine which affects the communication between his legs and his brain, periodically causing the connection to short out and his legs to collapse; the collapsed building also means that he can get quite a lot of pain in his legs, and should really be using crutches (only he forgets to bring them with him a lot).

Before the war, he works for some sort of big tech company who fund a lot of his research but after the war he doesn't particularly want to do research any more - nor work for a big tech company - and goes on to lead the IT department at Royal Hope. Which consists of Turlough (who is there because he needs a job after school and he heard that IT jobs were really easy actually) and possibly a few other characters (I've heard of some that exist in audio format, so when I get there, I may edit this).

He also fosters two kids in the aftermath of the war: Adric, who's mother was Fred and who's older brother died in the time that they were lost in the foster system, and Nyssa, who's father Tremas Masters (the Ainley Master) got imprisoned for murdering both of his wives and very sweetly asked his old university roommate if he might very kindly look after her for him.

Tegan is Nyssa's girlfriend and is subsequently always around at their house, to the point that the Doctor just gave her a key and makes supper expecting that she'll be there.

As for Peri, she and the Doctor meet at the local garden centre, and now she comes around to help look after his garden because her apartment is too small for a proper one (she and Six keep saying that they're saving up for an actual house but that might be a commitment too far).

There are the inklings of an actual plot idea I had here? In my head, somehow the Master escapes prison and intends on escaping the country with his daughter, only the Doctor is like no??? You can't do that to Nyssa??? And someone gets hospitalised.

[A note about Royal Hope, and also Cole Hill, and other reoccurring places: occasionally, the characters coincidentally working at these places is an actual coincidence, but the rest of the time it's because the Tardis has a lot of sway with people and she is always pushing the doctors and their friends to work in similar places so that they actually talk to each other again.

Or something like that. Honestly it's just plot contrivance because I like putting them in the same working environment, it makes it easier for me]

Sixth Doctor

The Sixth Doctor studies law and philosophy, being a lawyer both before and after the war. He's a really good one too, just really obnoxious.

I don't have a lot for the Sixth Doctor yet because I know he has a few audios that I want to listen to for some ideas, but I am very fond of the two seasons we got of him so here's what I have:

Peri meets the Doctor because he represents her in court when she's fighting her stepfather over something; after the court case (which they win) they go out for a few dates, and even though he's obnoxious and incredibly big-headed, he's also weirdly sweet and gentlemanly and so they get together officially.

Then the war starts and the idle talk they had of getting married/getting a house gets pushed aside while the Doctor joins the project and Peri helps with farm work by using her botany to develop crop something or other.

The war really did affect the Doctor. When he was younger, he suffered from Bipolar Depression but got it under control with medication and therapy, but the war and it's aftermath dragged that out of the depths which definitely put an extra strain on his and Peri's relationship.

When it's really bad, he did try to strangle her (like in the show) which did cause her to leave; but she does come back eventually, after the Doctor calls to apologise, and he does get it back under control.

At some points, it's really not the healthiest relationship, but it doesn't stay like that forever; it's something I really want to get into with my writing and I have the outlines of a fic over the period that he and Peri spend sort of separated.

On a lighter note, some of the other characters of the era! The Master keeps appearing on his doorstep after escaping prison looking for help and the Doctor keeps refusing to give it because he did try to kill Five; he once is a prosecutor against the Rani for unethical experimentation and she straight up sends a hit out against him; the Valeyard is his coworker who hates the Doctor a lot more than the Doctor hates him; and Mel is straight up just his personal trainer at the gym who got WAY too invested in his life.

Seventh Doctor

The seventh doctor is a high level tactician for the MOD before the war, and is actually one of the ones to help collect the other doctors together. He actually continues to do his MOD job while doing the Doctor Project which means he's the only doctor to really have a good understanding of what's happening around the world in real time.

However, he doesn't really have anyone to write home about. He grew up in foster care and it took a lot of effort to get to where he was at the outbreak of war, and so he didn't exactly have that many friends about.

The exception to that is Mel who he grew up with in part and so he does send her the odd letter.

After the war, he gets made redundant by the MOD and goes on to become a PE teacher at Cole Hill; he always dresses like he might be lecturing on politics or history, and stands on the sidelines while watching the students. Or he actually lectures on history or politics; honestly the amount of PE that's done is reliant on the mood.

He also ends up living with Ace; officially, she's his foster daughter, but she's so fiercely independent that she insists that they're roommates and he was willing to accept that.

I wish I did have more for him but I'm hoping that as I get through the Audios and books and such like, I'll get a better understanding of his era and the characters around it to make something a bit more developed.

Eighth Doctor

I'm only eight or so audios into this doctor's travels with Charley, and I have yet to read the Eighth Doctor Adventures (although I am looking to) so this isn't at all a complete section.

The Doctor is an expert in psychiatry and neuroscience, specifically in memory, mostly due to his own issues with memory throughout his childhood.

I'm still debating what the actual cause of the memory issues are, but I'm thinking that it might be because he had epilepsy as a child that was believed to have gone as he grew into adolescence but returned due to one (or multiple) head injuries during the war. I know there are certain types of epilepsy that can really affect the memory.

Either way, the Doctor also seems to be a bit of a romantic and very easily swept up in someone else's life; I see him, before the war, having a disastrous marriage to Grace Holloway which breaks down over four years of not seeing each other and ends in divorce as Grace returns to the states.

After the war, I think that he rents out the rooms in his house which is how he meets Charley, but that's about as far as I can really go with other relationships in his life because I haven't seen anything else of his stuff.

Ninth Doctor

The Ninth Doctor is an expert in mechanical engineering and is the one who does the main body of creating the Moment (the thing that takes out the alien invader's mothership).

He is the son of the War Doctor who's the General who Seven went to with his idea of creating a project to end the war, and the one who officially leads them. He mostly raised the Doctor single-handedly but was not exactly the most caring man in the universe.

The Doctor has a lot of very complicated feelings about his father which don't really get resolved because he (the War Doctor) sacrifices himself to set off the Moment.

Anyway, the Doctor never really wanted to get into Academics and become some sort of fantastic mechanical engineer but his father really pushed it (especially when it became clear the Doctor would never join the army); so after the war, he becomes a sort of freelance mechanic and works with Mickey.

Which is where he meets Rose. Rose often comes to visit Mickey at the end of his shifts because they're friends and live close together, and so she and the Doctor meet regularly there until they are both like...want to go travelling?

Rose was 19 when the war started, and runs the Bad Wolf magazine which she basically created at the beginning as a sort fo morale booster and also because she didn't like how the newspapers were reporting and wanted to make something that wasn't filtered through a hundred government filters; Sarah Jane actually writes for it during the war and on occasion afterwards, and is quite a good friend of Rose's for all that they don't see each other face-to-face all that often.

Still, after the war, sales of Bad Wolf kinda drops off a bit but Rose really loves the magazine and so wants to try something different: she wants to travel so she can see the world, and show people how people are rebuilding and getting their lives back in the aftermath (and help out where she can). She tells the Doctor this and then he offers her his van, and they start travelling together.

They live out the back of his van for years and they're quite happy to do it; they get married in Paris, periodically come back to visit Jackie (who is naturally rather displeased about this life choice they've made - although it's fine because they paid for her to come to Paris for the wedding), and just generally having a good time. They're like van lifers except not obnoxious about it, and when they eventually have Mia, they move back to the UK somewhat permanently (they still travel on holidays) so that she is living somewhere steady and permanent in her upbringing.

We also can't forget about Jack - he was a pilot during the war who also wrote for Bad Wolf, usually entertaining and slightly flirty pieces, and after the war, Rose and the Doctor invited him to travel with them after a few years. When they settle down in London, he moves to Cardiff for a bit on a 'journey of self discovery' where he meets the various Torchwood team (I have to admit I haven't got around to watching Torchwood yet).

He is Mia's godfather (so is Mickey, and Shareen is her godmother) and he dotes on her like no-one's business.

Tenth Doctor

The Tenth Doctor is an expert in anthropology and archaeology. He's Donna's little brother although there isn't much of an age difference between the two of them.

Of all the doctors, he's probably the one I've had the hardest time with.

I know he has a wife who died during the war (I'm thinking that this might be Astrid, for lack of someone better), and that Donna's boyfriend Lee died during the war as well - a lot of people did, during bombings and attacks and that sort of thing - and that with his wife he had a daughter (Jenny) (although I'm also playing around with the idea that he also had a younger daughter, that being Sally - as in Sally from Blink).

In the aftermath of the war, then, he and Donna move in together to help each other out, and eventually their mother and grandfather join them as old age arrives.

Donna meets Shawn in the aftermath and they get on well, and have a very healthy relationship and marriage. On the other hand, we have the Doctor who has the worst situationship ever with Martha.

In the aftermath of his wife's death, he meets Martha who got her medical licence during the war and has been working at Royal Hope since then, and I know that they probably hook up a few times in what is absolutely not recommended.

This is where I get a bit stuck on how things develop from here. I've been getting fonder and fonder of Tenmartha as I think on it more (although Martha does not deserve him) but I do quite like the idea of the two of them coming out of trying to force a relationship and being like...oh we're much better and healthier as friends.

Also, although that epilogue for them came out of nowhere, I do think that Mickey and Martha have a lot of potential as a couple.

There's a lot more I would like to develop here but I shall see what happens as I start writing some more of this.

Eleventh Doctor

The Eleventh Doctor was chosen for his mathematical skill. He's also the youngest of all of them, having just finished his PhD at age 20 as the war broke out.

He's the adopted son of Brian, so Rory's younger brother by a few years, and used to follow him and Amy around like a duckling that had imprinted on the closest moving thing. He did end up going to university quite young (honestly like most of the rest of the doctors) and it's there that he met Strax, Vastra and Jenny who took him under their wing as they were older students.

The war happens before he can really start a job and after the war, he struggles for a bit to find his place, but eventually ends up working with his old university friends in the Paternoster Detective Agency.

Amy and Rory get married after the war - Rory is a nurse at Royal Hope, which he was training for before the war, and Amy is a painter. She always intended on being a model or something like a fashion reporter, but during the war she found painting brought her (and others) the joy that could sometimes be very lacking in such a desperate time.

Her favourite artist is Vincent van Gogh.

They have Melody, although her birth is rife with complications, and so they decide to settle very happily with just the one daughter. She is doted on so completely by everyone, especially her uncle; there's a period when she's like four or five when she is convinced that the Doctor is a secret agent of some sort and gets really into all the spy sort of things.

She makes him play dress up with her and she calls herself River Song because it sounds cool and secret-agenty and the Doctor is her quirky sidekick.

[I debated with putting River Song in as a separate character but I wasn't quite sure what I would do with her? There's potential there for an AU of sorts where she is there, but I unfortunately never quite vibed fully enough with River for her to be a major player in the Main AU]

He lives with the Ponds for a bit after the war, and then moves in with Craig, but when Craig moves out with Sophie, he mopes about it and moves back in with the Ponds.

It's around this time that he meets Clara; she's an English teacher at Cole Hill and her mother went missing nearly five years ago. After trying to get the police to do anything at all, and then saving up the money, she hires the Paternoster gang to find out what happened.

What actually happened is still a bit of a mystery, but she definitely isn't still alive, which the Doctor is the one to tell her the news.

I don't think I'm going to do anything romantic with them but I do think they're quite cute together, so I might dabble. But also I quite like the Doctor being aro and I can see him just living with the Ponds and never leaving.

Twelfth Doctor

The Twelfth Doctor is an astrophysicist. He's spent a lot of his life developing telescopes and astral bodies, but after the war, he mostly just lectures. He's such a longstanding part of St Luke's university that they probably couldn't fire him for anything short of murder.

He's married to Missy quite young, actually, although they never had children; she has spent like half of their marriage in prison though, and now spends most of her time hanging around the Doctor's office being annoying to all his students.

During the war, he did get blinded. It's something he has a complicated relationship with, and does not like it when people mention it around him. He uses a cane when he moves around and wears sunglasses because it hides that his eyes aren't necessarily looking at the person he's talking to.

Again, he has a complicated relationship with it.

Nardole is his teaching assistant, only he's massively overbearing about every aspect of the Doctor's life (only he just manages to be endearing enough that the Doctor doesn't just fire him on the spot).

Bill is, like in canon, someone the Doctor tutors, only now instead of getting to see the galaxy, she has he, Missy and Nardole giving her wildly different yet equally terrible dating advice, which somehow works to get her with Heather.

As for Clara, I genuinely don't know what to do with her; she's such a big part of the Twelfth Doctor's story that I do really want to have her be an important character, but I don't know how. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them!

Thirteenth Doctor

The Thirteenth Doctor is an expert in microbiology. She's a government researcher into disease for the few years before the war, but after the war, she becomes an A&E nurse. She found that she preferred chaos and wanted something that was less science based but still within her interests.

She's fostered by Graham as a child, which is how she knows him, and subsequently how she comes to know Ryan and Grace, when Graham meets them. Her mother was Tecteun who she was taken away from when she was twelve due to the fact that Tecteun was a piece of shit (as in canon).

She wrote a lot to all of them during the war; out of all the Doctors, she probably spent the most writing letters (apart from maybe Six who wrote to Peri...so much, he spent so much time agonising over writing letters to her).

She knew Yaz from school and they both moved to London after the war - they met up again when they both returned from the war, and they decided that a change of scenery from the place they grew up might do them good.

London was one of the main targets during the war so there was a lot of practical work and training to do in both the police force and in nursing (which is what the Doctor wants to go into); they stay in shared accomodation and volunteer to help with the rebuilding effort in some of their free time.

When the rebuilding is mostly finished and everything has started to even out again, they stay in London; the Doctor has a job at Royal Hope and Yaz has found her footing in the local police force. They visit Sheffield a lot though, and invite Ryan to stay with them a lot, so he can get away from all the Old People.

Fourteenth Doctor

The Fourteenth Doctor technically doesn't exist. The Doylist reasoning for this is because there was far too little that separated the Fourteenth Doctor out to make him his own character in a modern AU; the Watsonian is because there was meant to be a Fourteenth member of the Doctor Project but he died in transit to the first meeting. Out of respect, the rest skip over the number that was meant to be his.

I've played around with the idea that the Fourteenth and the Tenth Doctor were siblings/related/possibly twins but I think this might be more of an AU sort of thing.

Fifteenth Doctor

Obviously we haven't had the Fifteenth Doctor's actual first season yet or much of anything for him (very excited for it though) so this is very much a work in progress - I'll make more decisions about his story after the season has come out and I've watched it; from vibes alone though, I think he'd be possibly an expert in sociology, and after the war he would own a club or something similar, where Ruby would get herself a job.

Notes and Stuff

Congratulations for getting this far lol! This AU is very precious to me and gets bigger every time I watch a new episode/listen to a new drama/rewatch/relisten/etc.

There are a few general things I'd probably note: all the Doctors have like...actual names (mostly John or a variation there of) but I refer to them all as the Doctor because that's what rolls off the tongue more easily.

Another thing is Idris/the Tardis - on one hand, the original idea was that she would die and her funeral would be the thing to get the Doctors back together so to say, but the more I think about it, the more I would like her to live.

I'm planning on writing some fic for this AU and posting it to AO3 - there's a Sixperi fic I really want to write, and I'm a sucker for some family fluff with various Doctors - and I might draw some stuff, so stick around if you're interested :)

I've only been really into Doctor who for four or five months, and with such an expansive EU (and frankly, such a lot of main content), there's a lot I don't know (although I very much intend to know it one day). If you got this far, I would honestly love to hear your general thoughts and ideas on the AU, a lot of the Eleventh Doctor stuff I worked out was developed from conversation I had with a friend!

Anyway, thank you for getting this far! And thank you for the ask to let me ramble, it took me a while to get all the rambling together but now I've finished, I'm really pleased I got here.

[dreamvonlicht]

I can‘t exactly tell you everything about it, but I can tell you what I know! (or what comes to mind…)

Splatoon plays about 10.000 years in the future and is about squids/octopi/etc who have absorbed human dni and now live on the lands. They can‘t however touch water because it‘s become lethal to them over the course of time, so they‘d ‚die‘ upon touching it (since they can respawn after some time, but the game usually resets you). The first idols in the first game (Splatoon) are Marie (green-oriented and calmer) and Callie (pink-oriented and energetic), who are Inklings (all squids) and have a bit of a rivalry going on. They hosted (I believe) the first few Splatfests, which are events where the idols choose a topic (say, ketchup or mayo), the players choose a team and then fight against one another in groups of four (4v4?), shooting coloured ink through weapons at another (example; red for ketchup and blue for mayo). Their final Splatfest was Callie vs Marie, where Marie won, which caused Callie to eventualöy be kidnapped by DJ Octavio, the main villain, and be hypnotised. She did get freed though, and they’re close again now. In Splatoon 2’s Octo Expansion, we‘re introduced to the other race, Octarians (evil octos, usually the troops you fight against are female too, especially the Elite ones are titles only female octarians can pursue), which can have the form of a tentacle or another human-like squid. However, there are also peaceful ones living with Inklings called Octolings instead. The idols for this game are Marina (cyan, very smart octoling) and Pearl (hyper rapper Inkling), who have bonded a lot closer than the previous idols, which is why their final Splatfest wasn‘t Pearl vs Marina but Chaos vs Order, and Chaos won. In Splatoon 3 we continue with fighting with Marie and Callie, this time meeting the next idols, Shiver (open and proud blue Octoling), Frye (silly yellow Inkling) and Big Man (a manta ray in red). They’re the antagonists of the game at first, until Callie and Marie say they can just have the treasure they were fighting for, where they ask if they (Marie & Callie, ends up just being Marie) can‘t be their(Deep Cut, BigMan Shiver Frye) boss. They then turn non-hostile, even if they’re still pirates of sort, and continue hosting Splatfests and making music like the other idols. In Splatoon 3‘s Side Order (expansion), Marina was, upon working on her secret project and her worries turning bigger than before, taken control of by the literal being, emerged from the concept and worries, of ORDER. She‘s the first boss in the expansion, after which she then turns normal again and helps you fight once more. The final battle turns ORDER into Smallusk, where it‘s theorized that Marina and Pearl adopted it as a virtual child, of sorts. Deep Cut still hosts Splatfests and we‘re all hoping for a Splat4 :D

I read all of it. It’s very informative. Thank you for sharing.

[eyelessfog]

I have decided to take up the offer not extended to me to ask about the eswap sillies. any worldbuilding for Katherine and/or Dawn you're willing to share? 🥺

WIN FOR MEEEE i get to talk about katherine <- literally likes nothing more than doing this

there's a couple stuff i'd love to talk about that are big spoilers BUT should be dealt with in just a few interactions so whenever our bit of eswap starts back up again, you'll hear about it! i have a fic ready n loaded & im sooo excited 2 use it

but for now:

Dawn is a very close knit community! everybody knows everybody and people don't really act differently towards the monarch family than anyone else

they DO have a team of elders - sunborn who have passed their prime and not died about it yet. they're seen as people who were blessed by the sun to have longer lifespans, and therefore are given wisemen roles about it

The monarch family generally only has one child per generation. its. its a little lonely

the monarch family is set apart from everyone else just by having a certain kind of healing magic that no one else has

monarchs can only go from becoming princes/princesses to kings/queens through a coronation. it's about a year long process

let's talk about it ^-^

during this year, the current king & queen retract themselves from the ruling process except for whenever the prince or princess asks for something. This is in order to get the young royal to learn how things work, year by year. problem solving!

during this time, the parents plan the coronation. it's the largest party dawn hosts, and while they don't need the whole year, it's used well to make sure the party is perfect

the party starts at, you'll never guess it, dawn, and ends at dusk. one full day of celebrations!

everyone is dropped from the requirement to do anything, which means that nothing is perfectly fresh, but first thing in the morning, everyone brings out whatever they want to bring to the party and lays it out, and after that it's first come, first served. specific things are set aside to be eaten at certain times of the day (like breakfast, lunch and dinner).

music is made either by jukeboxes or by volunteers who are excited to show off a fun project

over all it's just a fun time to get morale up and bring everyone together with no stress

um!! katherine moments!

she doesn't actually wear the pink robe that gem has on her skin all that often

although that's just because she's a workaholic and that robe is to put on top of her farming outfit in order to come across as more princess-like

she would totally wear that thing (and other pretty things) more often if she wasn't always scared to get them dirty because. again. workaholic

her favourite dawn holiday is when she officially gets to introduce the bees to the dawn children

she also finds a lot of joy in hanging out with the bees :D she likes headbutting them. they're cute

her parents are dead

she has beef with the elders

katherine is. a woman with so much rage in her soul and she is stopped from using it because she is a pacifist

she is aware of how to use a sword but has never used it against a person. i'll actually say that most dawn citizens know how to use a sword properly but have never used one against a person

she is. sooo so oblivious she does not know things she does not notice things she does not get things. okay.

she is irresistible to women and also joey. she is now less irresistible to him because he has a boyfriend. sausage :D

she forgets (often) that kissing is generally a romantic thing

she stops forgetting this when it comes to her crush

she has a crush on pearl of the escent moon. don't worry about it

she has so much guilt in her heart and she will not tell you about it thank you very much. you aren't her therapist

she does not have a therapist

she is polyamorous. i hope this helps. she does not yet know she is polyamorous. she is really bad at being normal about her crushes EXCEPT when talking to them. but if you catch her talking about them while not in front of them then. literally she looks like this the whole time: 0/////0

i love her with my whole entire heart

[thenumber1superacheenthusiest]

Tomorrows Teams and their opponents

Thank you to all who have submitted! Tomorrow (2/25) the battle will begin, i dont have a certain time when I’ll post the polls but it will be tomorrow, For now, heres the teams (randomly chosen with a wheel

Jack Harness and Ianto Jones (Torchwood) VS Ricky and Julian (Trailer park boys)

Kanroji Misturi and Iguro Obanai (Demon Slayer) VS Henry Clerval and Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Luz Noceada and Hunter (The owl house) VS Tony Stark and Peter Parker (MCU)

Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen) VS Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (heartstopper)

Jack fenton and Vlad Masters (Danny Phantom) VS Kirk and Spock (Startrek)

Fitzwilliam Darcy and Charles Bringly (pride and prejudice) VS Carmilla and Laura (Carmilla)

Nick carraway and jay gatsby (the great gatsby) VS Haruka kiritania and minori hanasato (project sekai)

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair (Wednesday) VS Haruhi Fujioka and Tamaki Suoh (Oruan high school host club)

Scaramouche and Tartagila (genshin impact) VS Crowly and Aziraphale (good Omens)

Nicholas D wolfwood and Vash the stampede (trigun stampede) VS Vanitas and Noé Archiviste (Vanitas no carte)

Brett Hand and Reagan Riddly (inside job) VS Isuzu Sohma and Tohru Honda (fruits basket)

David and Gwen (camp camp) VS Curt Mega and Owen Carvour (spies are forever)

Shiota Nagisa and Karma Akabane (assassination classroom) VS Miles Edgeworth and Dick Gumshoe (ace attorney)

Thor and Loki (MCU) VS Ava Silva and Sister Beatrice (warrior nun)

Orange Cat and Cannan Dog (real life) VS Rei Hino and Minako Aino (sailor moon)

Joker and Ryuji (persona 5) VS Mafuyu Ashina and Emu

Otori (project sekai)

Cat Noir and Ladybug (miraculous) VS Trafalgular law and Luffy D Monkey (one piece)

Denji and Aki Hayakawa (chainsaw man) VS Lake and Jesse (infinity train)

Naruto and Sasuke (naruto) VS Hubert von vestra and Ferdinand von aegir (Fire eblem three houses)

Melkior and Greta (Mrak ili Barišić) VS The doctor and River song (doctor who)

Zoe and Wash (firefly) VS Commander Cosmo and Ravaxis Starburner (vice quadrant by steam powered giraffes)

Max Mayfield and Lucas Sinclair (stranger things) VS Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies)

Wander and Lord Hater (wonder over yonder) VS Zuko and Sokka (Avatar the last airbender)

Rapenzel and Cassandra (tangled: the series) VS Merlin and Arthur (BBC)

Mae and Greg (night in the woods) VS Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav (the locked tomb)

Branch and Poppy (trolls) VS Will solace and Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

Troy Barnes and Abed Nadir (community) VS Carmilla and Laura (Carmilla)

Sonic and Shadow (sonic the hedgehog) VS Kurt hummel and blainie anderson (glee)

Let me know if I got any of the names wrong, thank you and see you tomorrow!

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[pentag]

Year review 2023

Hello everyone!

2023 is slowly coming to an end, so let's recap the things that happened and what we achieved.

In August we relaunched Multiverstar modded with the Multiverstar community now being hosted on Guilded. Both the server and the community saw huge success (in Starbound terms). As of the writing of this annoucement over 800 characters have been registered on our Starbound server and around 200 people have joined Penta G, with most people having joined for Multiverstar.

Towards the end of September we released a mod pack update for Multiverstar Modded, which we now retroactively consider to be version 2.0: New Dawn. We also held the New Dawn celebration at a brand new hub built by @Dex . Both the update and the event were a success, with many people having expressed their love for the server and the community.

Around that time we expanded our staff team. @Zeta and @Dex have been promoted to Multiverstar staff members due to their exceptional contributions to the Multiverstar project.

Towards the end of October the mod pack of Multiverstar Modded got updated once more. This update was originally known as the Fixes and integrations update, now retroactively considered to be version 2.0.1. A bunch of issues have been fixed and I believe the update helped make the server more stable.

Around that time we also launched a new subsection of Penta G called Sussy G: An Among Us community. Not much has been done with this yet, but Among Us sessions are planned for January.

In November we launched another subsection of Penta G. This one was for the Penta G clan in the Zo Samurai Roblox game. This hasn't found much success yet.

Later in November I became an official Guilded partner and later on Penta G became a verified server/community. Many thanks to Guilded for appreciating what I do!

Towards the end of November we announced #👷Open staff positions for the Multiverstar project. @Thunder applied for the @Loremaster position and has been promoted.

In December a new way to review our server has been added: #👍Review us! . We also upgraded some of the Multiverstar channels.

So what's next in 2024?

Multiverstar Modded's 2.1 update

Among us sessions in January

Further Multiverstar Modded update(s)

We'll see what else the year brings (if anything) :D

Thank you for all your support so far! Thanks to everyone who voted daily for Multiverstar Modded at https://starbound-servers.net/server/8006/vote/ !

If you like what we do, the best way to support us is with a Guilded subscription (link below). This helps us with covering costs and could even let us expand to other projects that are not cheap to maintain once the current costs are covered by subscriptions.

GL HF!

[m-yg93]

Have Mercy (on me)

Pairing: JJK x Reader

WC: 9.3k

Genre: Smut, PWP

Rating: M (minors dni)

Warnings: Toxic gamer boy JK, Mean OC, sexism, Subby JK, D/s dynamics, excessive use of petnames, tattoos, piercings (nipples and genital), spit, edging, self asphyxiation, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, praise, NO AFTERCARE

Banner by @introlxv

Beta’d by @amourtae

Part of: Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by @joonscypher​, @kookskingdom​, & @lavienjin​

Summary:  Jungkook is finally popular enough to quit his job and make a living off his streaming and he’s very proud of his Master rank. His cockiness takes a turn when an unknown player joins his team and starts talking shit but what’s worse is they’re not just talking the talk but walking the walk. Jungkook ends up humiliated in multiple ways but there’s only one of which he ends up liking. 

Authors note: It’s finally here! A special thank you to @audreonne​ for using her esports knowledge and correcting everything I had wrong with the Overwatch gameplay (because I’m a filthy casual and don’t play) and letting me use her username. Also to my lovely writing net @thebtswritersclub​ and everyone who supported me with hype and writing alongside me in sprints.

Read the sequel: Rematch

VICTORY

“Let’s get it!” Jungkook whoops as the rest of the boys echo the sentiment in the voice chat. His eyes fall to his Twitch chat, messages zooming by nearly too fast to keep up.

 GG

That was a close one!

Honestly thought you were going to lose that round

“Thanks so much for hanging out with us tonight, Goldens. That’ll be all for today’s stream but make sure to tune in tomorrow, it’s our Sub Sunday where we play some more chill games with you guys. We’ll be running some Among Us so keep an eye out on my Twitter for the code drop, 1pm on the dot. We’re going to end this by sending out a raid to my friend BamBam, he’s streaming a blind run of Mario Odyssey right now. He’s a good buddy of mine so send him all the love that I receive here. Good night!”

His face cam closes and his screen is replaced with his usual end stream background that he’ll keep up for another 5 minutes or so as people filter out.

His attention shifts to his dashboard which holds his account statistics. A few people had subscribed during his stream and he can see his new number now nearing 5,000. It had been a grueling few years to get to this point and the exhaustion from working his regular job on top keeping a steady streaming schedule can still be felt in his bones.

He liked his cinematography internship, don’t get him wrong but the freedom of choosing his own work schedule and content was much less of a burden on him creatively. Plus the attention he got from the community he created was good for his ego. Admittedly, half the comments in stream were more about his looks than his gameplay but what’s there to complain about. He gets to play videogames every day and makes enough money to pay his bills and spend frivolously on ridiculous things for a serotonin boost when he needs it.

The voices echoing in his headset brings him back to reality as he watches his viewer count decrease and eventually disappear.

“Hobi’s out since he has to join Yoongi at the studio for a project they’re working on but is everyone else down to stay on and get some practice in? The next season of competitive is starting soon and I want to make sure I’m keeping on top of it.” Jin whines in the background.

The rest of the group all give off varying excitement levels of agreement. They pile into the waiting room but since their team is now missing a player a random added player comes in. Audreonne, master rank. At least they should keep up with them. Their icon flips to Mercy. Strategic teamwork at least, they needed a healer to balance out since Hoseok’s Lucio was now out of the ranks.

The countdown starts and they’re thrown into the game, it’s a familiar map and the guys easily split to their usual procedure. The Mercy player veers away with Namjoon and Tae.

Jungkook’s Widowmaker turns a corner and is instantly double teamed by the opposing Genji and Doomfist.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbles under his breath as the screen indicates eliminated. He respawns and quickly heads back the same way. “Yo, Audreonne, can you stick by me so I can deal with these assholes?”

He’s not waiting for a reply before dropping down into the area he was just eliminated from only to immediately repeat the process and go down again. “Where’s the fucking res, dude?” 

The action replay of his death shows no trace of the Mercy player around him. He scoffs, of course, guess that master rank came with more luck than skills.

“Hey, healer, if you’re going to pick support the least you could do is actually fucking support. Get your shit together.”

The rest of the guys don’t seem to be doing too hot on their own. There’s more grunts of defeat than there are whoops of victory and it’s not long before the screen comes up with the final judgment.

DEFEAT

Jungkook releases a loud groan and throws himself back in his chair, the force sending him wheeling away causing his headset to fly off and clatter onto the ground. He shoves it back on with muttered curses and checks the team, all having gone down by a few SP.

“How about you pay more attention to the team health, Audreonne,” he snarls.

The player remains quiet. A new chat comes up on the side screen.

I’m rusty with Mercy. I usually main Widowmaker but you seem attached so I’m letting you keep hold of her.

A short laugh comes out as he reads the comment in disbelief. No fucking way was he going to let someone else take his character. He knows he can play it better than anyone else on the team.

“Catch up quick then. And put your mic on, we can’t team properly if we can’t communicate.” That’s all he gets to put in before the countdown ends and a new game begins. They’re on defense this time.

A notification comes up.

Audreonne has joined the voice chat

Fucking finally.

The countdown ends and Jungkook goes out to the east side of the map.

“Where the fuck are you going? You saw we’re on defense right?” The unknown player makes their appearance and Jungkook groans.

“Ugh, a chick? No wonder we lost the last game. Don’t bring your uwu bullshit in here. We take this game seriously so move on to the next team of losers if you expect us to carry you.”

“Nerf this!” is heard away from him and there’s no time to react as D.Va’s mech slams into him and explodes. Fuck. He spawns back at base.

“Looks like your little hero expedition didn’t pay off so much. Why don’t you try sticking around the team this time?” The voice taunts him.

“She’s not wrong, JK. We could use Widow’s Venom Mines around the border and Infrasight will come in handy to see where they’re coming from.” Damn, even Namjoon was turning against him.

“Didn’t take you for a simp, Joon,” he rebukes. He can hear Namjoon scoff but there’s no response as the enemy team starts converging on their base.

Jungkook is losing HP at an alarming rate and calls for a resurrect as his character falls. He sees Mercy’s wings at the edge of his screen but Widowmaker doesn’t come back up.

“Are you not paying attention? If you were going to play support can’t you do your job and heal when you’re supposed to? How did you even make it to master rank? Is this your boyfriend’s account? He’s going to be pissed when you end up demoting him to diamond,” he rebukes.

“If you were paying attention you’d have noticed that I was already using my res on Hanzo. We needed his Dragonstrike more than your abilities or is your head so far up your ass you can’t notice your teammates also going down around you?” The rebuff is laced with aggression. “If you’re so insecure knowing you’re skills are subpar to a woman who’s only been only been playing 3 months just fucking say so.”

“3 months? No way. You managed to rope in some dude who knows the game to rank you up and now you’re just reaping in the benefits. This is my job and it took me nearly a year to get to the same title.” Disbelief taints the edges of his declaration.

“Wow, you’d think a professional esports player would do better.”

“I’m not dedicating myself to one game and letting management decide my gameplay. I’m a Twitch streamer. I’m independent, I control myself,” he boasts.

“Ah, I know the type. Got a few hundred followers and think you’re hot shit, huh?” The voice jeers at him.

“Look little miss, I get that you might not be properly into games but I’ve got nearly 100k so I think I’m doing alright for myself.” It’s a shame his smirk can’t be seen.

He doesn’t expect the laugh that echoes on the other end and the taunting, “Cute” that follows. 

There’s no time to continue the argument as their focus is brought back to the game.

Jungkook isn’t entirely selfish. When mentioned that his teammates were also going down he kept an eye out for more pressing cases but when his HP is dropping too close for comfort he calls for help.

“I’m really low. I need a heal!”

“Hmm, ask nicely.”

“The fuck? We don’t have time for your games, we’re going to lose the match, just heal!”

“Not with that attitude, we can win without you. If you want my help then beg for it.”

No way. He can make it through the fight without having to stoop so low. He just needs to get away from the fire and get a medpack.

At least he tries to but he’s surrounded on too many sides and there’s no clean way out.

“Can I have a heal, please?” he grunts through clenched teeth.

“Aw, see, you can be a good boy.” His HP comes back up nearly instantly.

There’s a few close calls before the screen lights up.

VICTORY

A sigh of relief escapes him as the group congratulates each other on the win but his patience has worn thin.

“Can we kick the chick so we can get someone decent on support?” he asks.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, did my game glitch? I don’t think it was your character I saw in the play of the game footage? Open your eyes for a second and try to understand how I got more kills than you as support than you managed to get as damage? Do you want to give Mercy a shot, maybe she’ll be more your speed?” There’s an evil lilt to the voice that answers him. “I guess we know which one of us is boosted after all, huh?”

“You know what, bitch? I’ve had enough of your shit. 1v1 me and we can see who has the skills without having to rely on the team,” he demands.

The voice acquiesces, nonchalant and unbothered. A Discord username pops up in the chat and the account disconnects from the game. His friends try to get him to just forget about it and keep playing now that they’ll just have someone new to join the team but Jungkook’s reputation is at stake and he won’t let some girl think she’s got something over him. He assures his friends it’d only take a minute and he’d be right back as soon as it’s dealt with.

He sets up a custom game, elimination, and picks his favorite map, Castillo. He picks his character and sends the game invite after adding the player to his friend list, begrudgingly.

It only takes a minute for the user to join the game. Frustration courses through him when the other player’s icon also changes to Widowmaker. A message pops up: Since we both main Widowmaker this is the fairest way to measure up, don’t you think? Fine. If that’s how they want to play this.

The set up is ready and the game starts. He easily makes it to the center statue and takes a second to assess where his opponent might be coming from. Venom Mines set at the most obvious chokepoint where the opposite side would come in from, but it stays silent. He activates his Infra-Sight to see where they might be hiding behind a structure but no outlines make themselves known. The enemy is simply not here.

His eyes get drawn to the chat on the side of the screen.

Behind you

ROUND LOST

He’s back at spawn.

What the fuck. Where had they even come from? There was no way they would have passed by him. He would have seen it.

Forget it. Push to the next round. He’s barely out of spawn before he gets hit again.

ROUND LOST

It doesn’t stop.

ROUND LOST

ROUND LOST

ROUND LOST

It’s entirely too quick for the screen to boast GoldenJK 0 VS 11 Audreonne. Absolutely no way. Discord is pulled up on the other screen and he doesn’t hesitate to press the call button. It doesn’t take long for the dial tone to disappear indicating the call being picked up on the other end.

“I expected you to rage quit honestly. I’ve seen it happen often enough before. Think having me whisper sweet nothings in your ear is going to make you focus better?” The voice is mocking which just makes his teeth bite down harder.

“It’s impossible that you’re not hacking somehow. Or someone else is playing for you. There’s never been some girl able to counter me this easily. Open cams so I can see that you’re really playing properly. Mouse and keyboard in frame, you’re not pulling anything sneaky on me.”

His answer comes in the form of a hum. Low and thoughtful. “I wouldn’t usually let you or anyone else direct orders at me but I’ve got nothing to hide and if you think trying to pay attention to how I play while simultaneously trying to get a shot in on your skill level is going to help then who am I to deny.”

The call screen changes as he finally sets his eyes upon his opponent, upon you. His preconceived notions of a pink room with a background full of stuffed animals is quickly quashed as he takes in that your setup is surprisingly similar to his.

It’s hard to see the color of your walls at all through the amount of posters covering them. Jungkook recognizes characters from different franchises: Link from Legend of Zelda, Masterchief from Halo, GLaDOS from Half Life, Elizabeth from Bioshock, and centered right behind you looks like a massive custom print of Widowmaker. The room is dark and eerily illuminated by the purple LED lights that border the ceiling. More lights are coming from in front of you which he can assume are from your tower and keyboard. Your Secret Lab gaming chair seems to be an even newer model than his, one which had only just come out. Had you not been sitting in the middle of the frame he would have assumed the room belonged to a top rated esports gamer.

But you were in frame and his eyes finally settle upon his rival. Your webcam is set right next to your monitor so the angle captures your face as you can stare dead into it. A shiver runs down his spine, was it intimidation or something else? Your headset is large enough to drown your head. At this point he wasn’t surprised to realize they were Razer Krakens but he somehow still expected the kitten ears to sprout from the band and he’s slightly disappointed to see they’re missing.

“Well? Aren’t you going to open your webcam too then? Only fair that I get to monitor the way you play too. I need to make sure I’m not playing the same way you do if I expect to keep my rank.” Did your voice always sound so sultry or is the image of putting face to voice messing with him?

He doesn’t bother sending any fighting words back at the jab. He simply opens his webcam to show off his own stream setup. The walls behind him aren’t as crowded as yours. Shelves filled with various figurines are more his vibe than posters but it’s oddly mirrored to your own. His LED lights filter through the color spectrum slowly, a trick to keep his viewers engaged as they anticipate the next color to come if their attention slips from the game.

He looks up and to his right to look into the camera hoping to send the same jolt down your spine that he received earlier. His friends often make fun of him for setting up his angle as ‘Myspace circa 2005’ but it serves its purpose of capturing more of his body into frame. He knows showing as much of himself as possible racks in a lot of his viewership.

He takes advantage of having your eyes focused on him to stretch his arms up and behind him, exposing a thin sliver of skin where his shirt meets his hips. He doesn’t try to hide the grin that spreads as he notices your eyebrow tick. Gotcha.

“Are you ready to finish this or do you need to go do your yoga routine?” Your voice is laced with annoyance now. Jungkook is a master at testing someone’s patience, as his hyungs would confirm, and yours is getting thin, exactly what he’s looking for to have you distracted.

“Let’s get it.” He pulls the sleeves of his hoodie up, exposing his forearms and the tattoos that paint his right arm, rivers of veins swimming between them. It’s nearly impossible to hear the little catch in your breath but he’s sure it was there. He bends back into his position, back curved too much for comfort and fingers heavy on his keyboard as he shifts his focus back to the monitor with the game waiting to restart.

Jungkook maneuvers his character back to the central statue as he had earlier, this time focusing more on taking the side paths rather than go straight for the choke point via the tunnel. He keeps cover behind the buildings, eyes trained on the other side of the plaza waiting for you to slip through but you’re nowhere to be seen.

 His eyes veer to your webcam and your body is poised entirely too comfortably for the amount of stress he feels. Your back is set on your chair, head rested on the built in pillow. Your arms are relaxed as they wrap around one of your legs which has been hiked up onto the seat of your chair. Your fingers dance around the keys almost languidly. Honestly, you look nearly bored. He barely registers a smirk grace your lips before he hears the shot.

ROUND LOST

You stare into the camera, smile both sweet and rage inducing. “Maybe if you kept your eyes on the game you would have seen that coming.”

He doesn’t bother to deign you with a response before the next round starts. Fine, the plaza is clearly too distracting. He’ll stick to his end, make you come to him and he’ll be ready when you get there. He doesn’t go past the choke point, waits for you to show up. You’ll either come by the tunnel or around the side and through the arches. He can’t possibly miss you.

He just needs to wait. You have to be close by now. You’re not as aggressive in your strategy as he is but you’re bound to come looking for him when he isn’t at the statue.

He chances a quick glance to your camera. Your fingers are quick so you’re on the move. Any second.

“Where are you…” he mutters under his breath, forgetting that you can hear the annoyance in his tone. He’s staring the screen down hard, not letting you distract him this time. He triggers his Infrasight and scans the scene but comes up empty. Just buildings and no trace of your silhouette behind any of them.

He’ll never admit that he jumped halfway out of his chair when your Widowmaker suddenly drops right in front of him from above and you shriek, “BOO!”

The strings of expletives that flow out of him are cut off as he rips his headset off. It smashes onto the ground with an alarming crack but he doesn’t care. He’s out of his chair and pacing into a circle around the room as he tries to catch his breath. He can hear your howling laughter from the forgotten equipment on his floor.

It takes a minute but he sits back down and sets up again to see you’re still bent over, giggles coming out of you through your attempts to breathe.

“How the actual fuck did you even get there?” he demands. He’s angry. At you for continuously one upping him or at himself that someone, a girl, can so easily thwart him.

“For someone who mains Widowmaker you do forget about the grappling hook a lot. It’s surprisingly easy to get to the rooves and sashay my murderous little ass right above you and BAM, it’s over, Anakin. I have the high ground.”

It takes some self control not to smile at the reference. Jungkook may be fighting for his ego but he’s a geek first of all and always enjoys a good Star Wars joke.

“You gave up your secrets easily. You won’t catch me off guard next time.” He’s smug in his answer. He’s got you figured out now and he won’t be so simple to take out this round.

It might be the time to add another advantage to his side. He requests your patience just for a minute, it’s hot in the room. That’s a blatant lie. He keeps his streaming room nearly uncomfortably cold so none of his equipment overheats since he runs so many things at once.

He removes his headset, carefully placing them down on his desk this time. He gets up and makes sure he’s still in frame. His face is cut off by the angle but that’s fine, it’s not the most important portion of his plan.

His movements are slow as he takes his hoodie off. Reaches behind him to grasp at the material between his shoulder blades and pulls it over his head. He’s sure to drag it along his body so that the shirt under it pulls up along with it exposing the tight expanse of skin across his abdomen. He purposefully pulls the material nearly up to his clavicles in semblance of trying to find the hem, exposing a shiny glint, and throws the hoodie off to the side.

He finds his seat again with a cocky smirk painted on his lips. His little show only continues with his current state. He had been broke for so long that he didn’t update his wardrobe despite his continued presence at the gym resulting in most of his t-shirts now being more second skin than they are fabric.

He doesn’t miss how your eyes seem to have gotten a shade darker than they were a minute ago. The flex in his bicep as he gets comfortable over his keyboard is subconscious but effective nonetheless.

“Like what you see, princess?” He’s not hiding the smile this time. He knows the effect he has on people and uses his charms like a weapon.

His attacks are usually not so easily countered which he should have seen coming from you by now.

“Nothing that impressive. I just think that if you spent half as much time actually playing the game as you do in the gym you might be better at it.” You’re casual as you shrug him off before sending your own attack his way. “I think you’re right, it is getting a little warm on my end too.”

The regret that fills Jungkook is instant as you pull the zipper of your own hoodie down, eyes hard into the camera. You don’t bother getting up, opting for bending over obscenely as you pull on the ends of your sleeves behind you to free your arms, sending the view of your webcam straight down the top of your shirt. You weren’t wearing an ostentatiously low cut shirt like other women streamers Jungkook has encountered but there’s only so much decency the angle can afford which you knew very well.

The warmth going through Jungkook isn’t fake anymore. He can feel the heat radiating off the tops of his cheeks and the weight of the blood rushing south to settle into his crotch. His choice to wear his grey sweatpants will surely bite him in the ass.

“Problem, baby boy?” He’s completely blue screened, vision only registering at your taunt. You’re back in your previous position only more smug than ever.

He coughs out a, “no” before urging for the game to start again.

He’s out of the spawn point in a flash. He’s back up near the choke point and slips through the arch. He’s heading for the balcony to have some leverage to check the rooves around the plaza to take you down before you even reach his side of the map.

He’s panning the field of view from left to right, as much as he can from his hiding spot behind a wall but there’s no movement. It’s possible that you circumvented the other way and are waiting to fall on his head again so he rushes to the other side of the path to check above him but he never makes it. His character falls as soon as it gets out of cover.

The scream you let out is inhuman, the Joker on crack. It’s high pitched and unrestrained as it devolves into more laughter.

“Omg, you’re so fucking easy to read. Of course you were going to keep your eyes up when I told you that’s how I kept getting you. I pranced my ass straight into the plaza in plain sight and you didn’t bother to look down for a second. You’d make a great pet, you’re so simple to train.”

That last jab sent a bolt of electricity down his spine. It definitely hit him but instead of running through him and stopping behind his eyes as the usual insults tend to make home this one runs down and settles into his lap, the energy still buzzing.

He shifts in his seat and the movement immediately draws your attention.

“Aw, are you squirming? Getting nervous you might be shown up and realize you’re not God’s gift to gaming after all? Or are you nervous you’re being put in your place by a woman? Is that scary for you? Poor little big man ego bruised? Baby needs to go cry to mama?” Your tone is high pitched now, mocking.

This doesn’t help his situation and he can’t possibly hide the growing tent in his pants without being even more obvious. Maybe you won’t pick up that the bulge which very apparently is, in fact, not a banana in his pocket.

But of course the universe exists to bring him pain.

“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you? What is it that’s triggering you, the humiliation or the degradation? Probably both, you sick little freak.” Your words may sound disgusted but the gleeful smile you wear paired with the glint in your eyes shows otherwise.

The look on your face makes it so much worse and he bows his head to get away from it, eyes scrunched tightly so he isn’t faced with the product of your taunts but the soft whimper that escapes him cannot be stopped in time.

The chuckle that leaves you is much more sinister than your earlier ones. It’s filled with something that Jungkook can’t quite identify but courses through him like wildfire. His hands fly from the keyboard to his chair, fingers digging into the leather of his armrests.

“Look up, baby. It’s not nice to ignore someone.” His head snaps up at the command, seemingly out of his control. His eyes are wide and glassy, as if vacant from any thought of his own volition. “That’s funny. You’re so good at taking orders all of a sudden. You act like a big tough man online but you’re just a pathetic little boy that needs to be told what to do, aren’t you?”

Lips tight, teeth biting over them so as to not let anymore treacherous sounds out, he nods. You’d seen right through him since you entered their game. Online persona versus true hidden feelings revealed to you as easily as reading a children’s book.

“That’s what I thought.” He sees your eyes dip down, knows you’re taking in how hard he is, length straining against the fabric. He’s rethinking his choice of going commando. He didn’t expect his regular Overwatch stream to land him in this position. “You look uncomfortable all bent over like that. Tilt your chair back and get cozy, you’re going to need it.” One side of your lips pull up into a vicious smirk. He can’t tell what could possibly be going through your mind but he’s sure he’s about to find out.

The breath he attempts to rush in comes staggered, taking time to settle in his lungs before he blindly grasps at the lever on the side of the chair. He’s careful to push himself down on the backrest to angle himself enough to have a wide range of motion in front of him without impacting the view of your camera.

“You’re doing so well. Breathe, sweetling.” Your voice sounds so comforting, so different from its earlier bite. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. It takes a couple tries but he finally seems to melt into the cushion of his chair.

The tension in his muscles ebb away and his eyes reopen to find you in his monitor. Your own gaze seems to have a glassy look as you take in his new position.

“I knew you could be a good boy,” you praise, which makes his breath hitch into his throat. He’s put himself in a vulnerable position with you at the helm and he’s still unsure whether that was a good idea.

He can see your eyes dip to his lap and he’s reminded of the compromising view he’s showing off, sweats tight over his crotch. The reminder prompts him to bring his hands down to cover the area, suddenly shy with the dynamic this situation has created.

The rush sends his palms flying downwards with more force than intended. The pressure suddenly pressed onto his shaft rips a moan that reverbs from deep within his chest. He can feel his face heating in embarrassment. Whatever he does just sends him further into distress.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, baby. We haven’t even started. Keep your hands where I tell you. Keep them to yourself for now. Go on, bring them back to the arm rests.”

It’s such an easy request but it takes some effort not to simply ignore your command and instead squeeze and relieve some of the pressure building in his pelvis. His grip is tighter around the arm rests of his chair than it should be but so is the knot inside him just begging to unravel.

“Great job, darling.” There’s a warm feeling in his chest at your words. Not the same heat from the embarrassment you put him through, something more comforting, akin to pride. “Pull your shirt up, you were so keen to show off what was under it earlier.”

Jungkook doesn’t think about the speed at which he brings his body back up into a sitting position to reach behind him and tug at the fabric but he’s quickly stopped by your voice again.

“Ah, ah! I said up not off. You’re not going to start disobeying so soon, are you? We’re going to have to work on your listening skills, brat.”

Jungkook hopes the soft whimper that escapes from the back of his throat isn’t picked up but he knows the quality of his microphone definitely registered it. He tries not to think too hard about that.

He brings himself back onto his chair, back leaning down, chest high and forward. His hand is tempting as he brings the hem of his shirt up slowly to expose the taught skin of his abdomen, fingers rising and falling between the dips of his abs up to the curve of the bottom of his pectoral.

“Go on, I didn’t tell you to stop,” you encourage. He continues the movement until the fabric of his shirt is bunched under his neck, the edges still draped to cover most of his pecs. “Come on now, you were so eager to show off your pretty tits earlier.”

The heat increases with a vengeance, spreading through the entirety of his exposed skin. His hips jerk involuntarily as his t-shirt scrapes over his nipples to finally expose what he knows you’re after. Across each dusken areola is a straight barbell pierced through his nipples keeping them hard and perky.

“So sensitive, aren’t you? Is that why you got those? So that every time your too tight shirts make contact you’re secretly getting turned on? Do your friends know you’re just a little whore behind that tough boy exterior?”

Your words sound far away and his breath feels harder to catch. The room feels hazy. 

“You’ll show me how sensitive it makes you, right? You’ll be good and give me a demonstration? Do it, baby, use your pretty fingers.”

Jungkook hooks the bottom of his shirt over his head to give himself the space and ability to use both hands to roam over the tight planes of his chest. Each palm comes up to cover over a pec, just feeling the warmth radiating from his skin under his touch. He’s taking his time and you don’t push as he squeezes and pinches at the muscle around where he’s desperately craving the stimulation.

He can’t handle teasing himself too long, his body screaming in anticipation. A sharp cry melts into the soundproof foam mounted on his walls when his fingers finally take hold and tweak at his nipples. The stark contrast of the cold metal that pierces through him and the heat of his skin sends him reeling. His mouth easily falls open when he finally makes contact.

“Aww,” you coo at him, “such a responsive little slut, aren’t you? Bet your fingers aren’t enough, huh? Wish it was my hands on you instead?” You bring your hand up in front of you to examine it, to make him imagine how it’d feel on him instead of his own. “My nails are a little sharp but that’s the best part isn’t it? Want me to leave marks in your soft skin? Scratched up so everyone knows you belong to me? Is that even enough or do you need teeth? Bet you'd look so pretty, all littered in bite marks.”

The electricity blossoms from each nipple and blooms across his chest moving down to take root in his pelvis, the jolt ending at his balls which ache with the weight of his want. The roughness of the fabric of his sweats rubs at the head of his cock from the force at which his shaft strains against the fabric. The torture is too much and not enough all at once. He can feel the wetness spread from where his slit pushes against the cotton as his precome starts to leak out of him.

Your eyes darken along with the spot, both incentives pushing his desire further. His right hand abandons its post on his nipple and slowly drags itself down to the hem of his pants. It stops to grab onto the waistband. He understands the rules of this game.

Jungkook’s eyes dig into yours and awaits your response. A smirk spans across your lips as you take in his position, hand still and grasping to avoid breaking and dipping lower than it’s allowed.

“You want to play with your little cock, darling?” His breath sticks in his throat, a nod being the only answer he can muster. “Tsk, that won’t do. I’ll give you what you want but you need to ask for it properly. Use your words.”

His knuckles turn white as his fist tightens and a shiver runs through him. He can feel the wave start at his scalp and move agonizingly slowly down his spine, body thrusting as it follows the sensation. “Please,” he implores.

“Good boy. Go on then.”

His fist dives into his pants at an embarrassing speed but the sigh of relief that escapes him is worth it. There are noises filling the room but he ignores the fact they’re all coming from him, soft whimpers and sweet whines as his grip around his shaft moves slowly up and down.

“Are you going to keep all the best parts to yourself? Such a greedy baby. Pull it out for me. Don’t you want to show off your pretty little pierced cock?”

All movement stops. Jungkook’s head flies up to look at his monitor. You look as calm and collective as ever. Your smile seems sweet but he knows the vicious words those lips can form. His eyes fall to his lap and although his dick is clearly imprinted across the fabric there’s no way you could have noticed those details, especially not with his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“Did you think you were sneaky? Take a look at yourself right now,” you instruct. He brings his gaze over to the corner of the monitor where his own webcam is reflecting the show he’s been putting on. “All those tattoos?” His eyes follow the span of his right arm, ink decorating every inch from shoulder down to where his forearm disappears into his pants knowing it goes to the tip of his fingers. “The piercings? Your eyebrow, your ears, your lip, you pretty little nipples. They’re everywhere. Are you going to try to make me believe a little painslut like you hasn’t brought it down to the most sensitive part?”

There are no words to defend himself. There’s no defense at all, you’re right. He’d started with his ears as a teenager and only getting more daring as the years went on. The burn of each new piercing only good enough to last for him the healing time before going to chase the sensation again.

He chooses to ignore the taunt and follow your earlier request of pulling himself out. He lifts his ass off his chair enough to pull his pants down to his knees, exposing thick thighs and sending his dick smacking against his abdomen.

He’s not exactly small, the head resting comfortably just under his navel. He can easily touch his thumb to his fingers once they’re wrapped around the shaft but he also knows his own hand is much bigger than the feminine ones that otherwise try their grip. His thoughts wander to the size of your own hands and how they would look wrapped around him.

He keeps his hand off himself for now to give you time to form your next order. You don’t give him any insight to your thoughts as you just take him in. You’d never admit that you were slightly off in your guess. You expected a barbell to peek out of the slit and curve down just under the edge of his defined mushroom head. A Prince Albert is the most standard you’ve seen in your own experiences. Instead you can see the bottom of his shaft lined with 4 straight barbells going down in a line. A Jacob’s Ladder is much more aesthetic and you’re not entirely surprised with his choice. It’s clear Jungkook puts a lot of thought into his appearance and getting four times the pain fits with what you’ve been discovering about him.

Despite all this all you tell him is, “pretty.” It all works just as well for what you’re aiming for. It’s clear that Jungkook gets plenty of female attention if his ego was anything to go by. You’re sure he’s gotten compliments about his sexy body and handsome face but you love seeing a man get flustered when receiving a stereotypically feminine compliment. Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes a few times to try to fish for a response but he comes up empty. You can’t help the giggle that slips out seeing him all exposed and under your control but get shy over such a simple comment.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Will you show me how you make yourself feel good?” The instruction brings him back to the situation at hand, as if suddenly remembering he’s sitting naked in front of this stranger, humiliation having taken a turn.

The grip he had on himself had loosened in surprise at your call out but tightens with renewed vigor. A choked gasp slips from between his lips, mouth still open from the shock.

“Always in a rush. Do you need instructions for everything? Can’t calm down enough to pace yourself? Are you doing it on purpose? You just want my help?”

He shakes his head in response to the taunt. He’s not being bad on purpose. He’s just trying to follow your direction. You asked him to do what feels good and this does.

There’s a low hum buzzing in his headset as you contemplate his answer. “I don’t think I believe you. You’ve been such a brat. I think you just want to see me angry.”

His eyes widen a little wider at your words. You could get worse? His dick pulses at the thought and his hand clenches around it to stop it from jumping too obviously.

“Guess we’ll just have to take it one step at a time then. Listen well, I don’t want to have to repeat myself. Hands off,” you order.

His hand flies away as if burnt. His palms lay tense but still on his thighs as he waits for the first command. There’s a tremble in his extremities. Is it attributed to the anticipation or the degradation? He doesn’t have time to think and determine the answer before your next words come floating at him.

“Good. Now, slowly, bring your right hand to your cute little dick. Just your fingertips. A light touch. I bet your skin is so soft, isn’t it?” 

His hand follows your voice. The pads of his fingers are ghosting over his thigh, up towards his pelvis, over his balls and agonizingly slowly up his shaft. He can feel the protrusions of each of the metal barbells under his skin. Bump, bump, bump, bump until he reaches the head. It’s silky and wet from the precum that leaks from the tip.

The low groan he lets out is the indication you’re waiting for to give him his next praise. It’s clear from the visible throbbing of his cock that he’s desperate to move faster but he keeps the same soft touch you asked for.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Such a good boy. Do you want more? You know how to ask for it. Go on.” The noise that escapes him is tortuous, part moan and part whine, lament on his tongue but he pleads so prettily for you to let him feel more.

“Please, please, please.”

You allow him a strong grip, a long sigh of relief but don’t let him quicken the pace. It’s still the sluggish up and down motion that teases the piercings that line under his shaft. His breath is shaky and the noises escape him involuntarily. Although you have all the control his body is losing the little it had left.

“So noisy. Good little toys are quiet.” You weren’t going to admit that seeing a man of his stature be rendered to a whining mess by a few little remarks is your favorite music but you know forcing them down only makes them sing so much sweeter later. “Do I need to shut you up? Baby needs a gag, hmm?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to peek at his monitor to see that his pupils have blown at the suggestion. His mouth waters and the swallowing motion is obvious as he tries not to drool which only sparks your tormenting ideas.

“You can put your mouth to use if you can’t keep it shut. You’ve got a free hand, go ahead and put your fingers between those plump lips.” He’s no stranger to putting his fingers in other people’s mouths, tongue slipping between his digits so he can be at the helm of torture himself but he’s rarely at the receiving end.

The weight of two fingers rest unfamiliarly heavy on his tongue but the warm and wet feeling that surrounds them sends him spiraling. He’s trying his best not to disobey and be loud but the stimulation feels so good that he can’t stop the moan that reverberates around his fingers.

“Tsk, clearly not enough. You can fit more in there, can’t you?” You’re pushing at his comfort zone but he’s not the type to back down. A few more fingers won’t hurt. It’s not long until he has four fingers second knuckle deep in his mouth, jaw stretched and aching to accommodate the intrusion.

“You’re doing perfectly, darling. You can put them in further, can’t you? I bet you love shoving your cock in someone’s throat so you can handle some fingers in there, right? Some girls can’t possibly handle more than you, huh?” You’re pushing at his ego, knowing exactly which buttons to press to spark his competitive side.

His eyes narrow at the assumption. Whatever you think he can handle he’ll show that he exceeds those expectations. He’s a little too rough with his urge to prove himself and pushes his fingers further in with too much force which sets off his gag reflex. His hand pulls away from his mouth, to allow him cough and catch his breath. His face is heated and strings of spit connect his mouth to his fingers now held awkwardly in front of him.

Your dark chuckle echoes in his ears at the sight. You knew this would happen, exactly what you were aiming for. Always pushing just hard enough for him to embarrass himself slightly but he’s been putting himself in those positions voluntarily. You might be saying the right things to push his limits but never enough to truly manipulate him into positions he doesn’t want to be in.

 “Aww, guess you’ll need to work on your breathing when your mouth is full, sweetling. But now that your fingers are nice and wet how about you take advantage of the situation? Your balls look so heavy and full. Don’t you need some relief?”

He jumps at the opportunity, bringing his hand down, past where his right is still clinging to his cock to cup at his balls. He hadn’t gotten laid in a few weeks and the focus on the competitive season had taken too much of his free time to allow himself some self appointed release. Finally having his hand gently fondling reminds him of how achey they’d been since the start of this strange position.

“Squeeze harder. You love the pain, don’t you? Show me how much you can take.” The taunting has made him sensitive and the rough restraint surrounding both his balls and shaft sends jolts through him. Little pinches from his fingers shoot shocks to every part of his body, knot clenching in his abdomen. You’re so pleased at how well he’s following your instructions. The toxic gamer boy you met not even an hour ago is nowhere to be found, making way for a perfect little doll to play with.

“Have you had enough teasing, baby? You ready to get started?” Started?? As if all the torment you’ve put him through has just been child’s play. He’s not sure how much more he can take but he’ll easily continue to follow, preemptively drunk on the high he knows you’ll send him on. The long moan he lets out is enough of an answer for you.

“Good. Spit in your hand, sweetling, we don’t want you too dry and hurt yourself.” Between the jabs you do want him to actually enjoy himself. There’s no pause to do as he’s told, eager to finally reach the relief you keep nudging away from him.

He’s sufficiently slicked up for his hand to move easily in a jerking motion, whine high in his throat. You play nice and let him set his pace while still giving simple requests: squeeze, pinch, twist, harder, faster, tighter.

He becomes a wiggling mess near instantly. His chest heaves and hips thrust erratically into his fist. His slit leaks profusely and you’re enthralled at the sight, so much that you nearly miss the moment when he’s about to lose himself. You’ve still got a few more tricks up your sleeve.

“Stop.” The command is plain, straightforward and cannot be misinterpreted. His hand jumps from the rhythm it had set, excruciatingly quick and tight. He’s clearly heard you but practically too far gone to obey. “You’re not going to make me repeat myself, are you, doll?”

It’s enough to have him rip his hands off himself and grasp at the armrests of his chairs once more, nails practically ripping into the leather with the force necessary to control himself. The frustration is audible in the loud groan that’s ripped out of him, long and tormented, ending in a sob.

“Oh, god. Why? I was finally so close! You’re cruel.” His voice cracks with the force of trying to keep the tears that spring to his eyes from falling.

“Aw, honey, don’t cry. It’s your own fault. You were so close to cumming but you were forgetting your manners. I don’t recall you asking for permission, do you?”

His jaw is clenched, trying to avoid letting out his irritation at you. Annoying you now will only set his fate in stone and you’ll never let him cum at all. “No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“So polite, I knew you could do it. Ready to get back to it?”

No words are needed to answer, hands just jumping back to their earlier position, spit renewed and slick on his skin. He focuses to stay more in the moment, listening to your voice as it tells him little movements you want. The heavenly twist as the tightest part of his fist passes over his piercings right under the head. The swipe of his thumb over the slit every time he reaches the top, encircling the tip before it sinks back down to the base. The pull at his balls synchronized with the tug at the end of his cock.

His end is coming back quickly, the edging he’s been put under losing as his self control escapes him. He’s learned his earlier lesson. His eyes find yours in the monitor, both of you staring each other down. Your eyebrow ticks when you notice irregularity of his thrusts, cadence breaking.

“Please!” he begs. “Please, let me cum. I need to cum, please please,” he rambles on. He continues to implore you, unsure if his pleading is still making sense. His pride means nothing in the moment, reprieve the only thing he can focus on anymore.

“Of course, darling. Go ahead,” you allow him.

His head is thrown back with the force of the relief he is finally given. He tries so hard to keep his eyes on yours as he falls apart. He wants to see your reaction to achieving what you’ve been working on but the wave that sweeps through him is too strong and his eyes close briefly as he feels his balls emptying, jet spraying over his abdomen, a few stray drops going as far as to reach his cheek.

Everything feels too hot. The fire under his skin. The stuffiness of the room around him. The cum that marks him the entirety of his chest which will quickly become a sticky mess.

Jungkook expected a genuine smile to finally grace your features by this point. He’d followed all your commands, he’d been so good but the same sadistic smirk is all that he finds once he manages to look back at you.

“Keep going.”

Keep going? Keep what going? He’s empty, dick starting to slump back towards the ground.

“Don’t look so clueless. You asked to cum and I allowed it. You never said anything about asking to stop so take your pretty little dick back in your hand and keep going.”

Crazy. You’re devil incarnate, a demon in a pretty girl’s skin. Yet instead of closing the call and ignoring you he still reaches to grasp himself again.

There’s uncomfortable jolts of electricity going through him. He’s still too sensitive, the friction on his shaft sending his nervous system into overdrive. He reaches up to play at his nipples again. He knows how responsive his body is with the right stimulation. A few pinches and tweaks will have him hard again near instantly. He silently thanks the refractory period of being a horny dude in his twenties.

He’s back at full mast soon enough but the sensitivity is still too high, body jerking every time his fingers accidentally go too high and scrape against the head of his cock.

“You can do it properly, can’t you? Stroke your gorgeous cock like you mean it.” Only whimpers come as an answer. He can follow your directions. He wants to please you so badly. His eyes are squinted shut with the effort it takes to reach the tip and squeeze and twist around the head.

“Fuck! Hurts,” he complains, words barely being able to be formed between the pained wails. Breathing is becoming harder through the agony. His thighs are shaking, spasms wracking through his body as he tries to keep his pace.

“You love it when it hurts, don’t you? My perfect little painslut.” The agony he’s putting himself through is worth every second if it’s rewarded with your praises.

He desperately needs incentive to keep pushing towards his goal. His free hand is moving steadily upwards, over his chest, shiver rocking through him as he grazes his nipple again to settle at the base of his throat.

His head stretches back to expose as much of his neck as he can, muscles tensing as he wraps his hand around the column. He misses the hitch in your own breath at the view. He’s a beautiful mess and completely wrapped around your finger.

“Of course you’d like to be choked. Masochistic whore like you? Go on, squeeze, baby.”

The world turns dull around him. The darkness behind his closed eyes explodes in a world of color. There’s a cramp in his fingers as they dig into his skin. His throat is raw from the screams he’s letting out and the room is filled with the obscene slippery sounds of his hand jerking through the cum that’s now sticky against him but none of the sound registers in his ears. The only melody that enters through the fog in his brain in your voice as it calls to him one last time.

“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

His hand releases his neck from its grasp and everything collapses around him. Air rushes back to his brain and lungs in a crashing wave. The pain previously holding onto each of his nerve endings lets go into euphoria as a new flow of cum spurts out of him, albeit not as impressive as the first. Most of it ends up being forcefully milked out of his slit as it settles pathetically over his tattooed knuckles.

His whole body quivers for far too long, floating in exhilaration. It takes time for Jungkook to come back to his senses. There’s a thin film of sweat covering him and a dopey smile on his face at the bliss he’s been hurled into.

When he thinks he’s finally strong enough to handle the weight of his body back into a sitting position he searches for your eyes, ready to see how you’ve been affected by the whole thing only to be met with a dark screen. Your webcam has been turned off, the call disconnected.

All he’s left with is the chat window where a new message can be seen, a link to a Twitch page. He’s following it to a user page where he can see a picture of you in the circular shape next to your gamertag.

Audreonne ✓ 

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His attention is ripped away by a new incoming Discord notification.

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Not Even a Mouse

Summary:  The week before Christmas, you are tasked with delivering some paperwork to your father’s former business partner in order to secure your ownership of their legendary toy store. However, things don’t go as planned and a sudden blizzard keeps you cooped up inside the tiniest town you’ve ever seen, Snow Falls. You keep telling yourself that it’s the weather that’s keeping you here, but after a visit to Min’s Mini Mart, you aren’t so sure anymore…

Title: Not Even a Mouse

Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Romance, FLUFF, Smut (18+ only please)

Warnings: explicit smut (penetration, love bites), language, mild angst, mentions of blood, really bad weather, mentions of bad parenting/abandonment (not Yoongi), swearing, brief mention of cancer, nightmares and anxiety

Word Count: 14.7k

Special thanks to: @bulletproofbirdy​ @gldnrecs​ for always being around and keeping me sane, and also for your incredible minds and contributions to the plot. I love you lots. To @yoonia​ @randombtsprincessa​ and @yeoldontknow​ thank you for hyping me up and being the cutest ever! I love you!

Author’s Note: This story is written for the Christmas in July project hosted by the INCREDIBLE @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo​! I am apart of the Hoeliday Well Spent theme, and I’m so excited for the amazing fics that are coming out! This fic is loosely inspired by the film, Christmas Inheritance. I hope you enjoy :D

“All commercial flights out of the northeastern region are delayed until further notice. Our expert team here at TXT613 is predicting that the winter storm will move into the surrounding cities of Candy Cane Lane, Sleighbells, Chestnut and, Snow Falls at around 6:30pm. This system of storms is gaining traction as we speak and is expected to bring about catastrophic snow fall in the regions on our screen. We advise those who are living or lodging in these cities to have the necessary supplies and prepare for a potential loss of power.”  

You’re leaning on your elbows, helplessly watching the screen. The bar you are sitting in his bustling with activity, but no one seems to pay much attention to the disturbing content playing through the speakers.

“Excuse me?” You call softly to the bartender, “How long do these things normally last?”

He cocks his head for a moment before glancing behind him at the screen, “The weather? Oh well-“ He chuckles as he sets a glass onto the countertop, “-if their predictions are correct, you’re looking at a delay of at least a few days, maybe even a week…”

Your eyes widen, “A week? But I’m supposed to be on a flight tomorrow morning…”

The bartender chuckles again, quite endeared by your whining, “Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen…” He glances at the insignia on your passport case, “…you’re here to meet with Mayor Sweetree, right?”

You continue to pout before narrowing your eyes in confusion, “How did you know?”

He smirks, “Small town. And uh-“ He points to your passport, “I recognize the logo, the fact that we have a famous toy inventor as our mayor is kind of this town’s only claim to fame.”

Marvin Sweetree was a long-time friend of your fathers. He helped start your father’s toy business, Sweet and Company, and invented many of the brand’s best-selling items. Marvin parted ways to settle down in a smaller city with his family, but still kept some of his share in the company. Recently, your father has decided to retire and pass along the business to you, with Marvin requesting that you meet with him in person to discuss a potential sale or future partnership. Your meeting was to take place this morning, but the mayor cancelled due to him needing to prep for the storm.

“He and I were supposed to meet at a place called The Snowman?” You question, not entirely sure if you remembered the name correctly, “But he sent me an email saying that he wouldn’t be able to meet for me until after the storm...”

You can hear your voice beginning to trail off as the stress of the situation you are now in is taking over. There was not enough in your carry-on suitcase for a week long trip in a town you were wholeheartedly unfamiliar with. Something about being trapped also caused the bitter flavor of anxiety to crawl slowly up your throat.

What the hell were you going to do?

Luckily, the bartender seems to notice your discomfort, and extends his hand your way.

“Hey-“ He calls, pulling you from the swell of panic, “I don’t believe I introduced myself…my name is Yeonjun.”

Still visibly uneasy, you shake his hand, “Y/N. Nice to meet you…”

Yeonjun flashes a wry smile, his black hair falling into his face momentarily before he speaks again, “So you’re not all alone in the middle of nowhere anymore huh? You now know the charming bartender who just so happens to be born and raised in Snow Falls.”

His comments put you at ease despite the fact that his confidence makes you roll your eyes a bit.

“Can the charming and incredibly humble bartender point me in the direction of somewhere to stay then? Since we’ve become friends so quickly?” You inquire, trying to ignore how charming he really was.

Yeonjun chuckles again, pleased that he was able to interest you, “I can. The Icicle Inn is just down the street; if you leave the bar and hang a left, you can’t miss it. If you need anything else- food, toiletries, novelty snow globes…” He elaborates, pointing a finger to his left, “I recommend Min’s Mini Mart. The owner, Yoongi, is a really nice guy and knows this town almost as well as I do.”

As he’s talking to you, you’re writing some of the info down in your phone and making a mental note of what you have in your suitcase.

“Got it.” You look up and shoot a genuine smile his way, “Thank you so much. I’ll definitely have to stop by- I only brought enough stuff to last me a few days.”

He nods with a bit of sympathy on his face, “I’m sorry you’re stranded. The conditions should clear up by the end of the week, so I wouldn’t worry about being put out for too long. But-“ His expression grows slightly serious, “-this storm is going to be brutal, so just make sure you’re indoors by tonight, ok? I don’t want to hear that we lost another tourist to the Yeti…”

Your eyes widen momentarily before Yeonjun starts laughing, waving his hand in dismissively.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding…” He laughs still, the volume increasing when you throw a stray toothpick his way, “…we banished him years ago.”

“I think your charm is starting to wear off.” You grumble, trying to stifle a smile at his infectious laughter.

“You admitting that I had any in the first place is good enough for me. I’m a bit out of practice when it comes to talking with strangers.”

A lone patron takes a seat on the stool beside you, looking at Yeonjun expectedly.

“Be right with you sir.” He smiles before taking a bit of a receipt paper and scribbling his info onto it, “Here’s my number- text me if you need anything. I live upstairs with my old man, if the Inn doesn’t work out, you’re free to crash on the couch.”

Placing your fingers on the thin material, you smirk fondly at the kind stranger behind the counter, “As long as the Inn isn’t haunted or housing bedbugs- I should be out of your hair. But seriously, thank you so much. I’ll be sure to leave a sterling review for-“ You lean over to catch a glance at the sign again, you hadn’t even bothered to read it when you came in earlier, “Blizzards and Billards…”

Yeonjun chuckles, “Oh you won’t find us on Yelp, my dad doesn’t believe in it. But please stop by before you head out though, yeah?”

You laugh, nodding a bit before scooting off of the stool, “I will. Thank you again.”

He gives you a half-hearted salute, keeping that same brilliant smile as turns to assist the man at the bar.

Your cheeks are a little hot as you navigate towards the front door; it’s been a while since anyone has sent any charm your way. You weren’t entirely sure if he was flirting with you, but he was handsome and made you feel visible, which is something you’re not used to.

Part of the reason you so desperately wanted to take over your father’s business is because of your current job. You work as an editor for a high-profile children’s book publisher, and although the job started out being everything you could have hoped for, you quickly realized that the company was only interested in turning a profit.

After one incredibly upsetting meeting, you had taken a taxi to your father’s office downtown and burst into his office with tears streaming down your face. It was on this day that he decided that you were the perfect person to take over his beloved business. He believed that you understood the true meaning behind the brand, and would never allow greed to stand in the way of the company’s mission.

Securing your coat around your body, you grit your teeth and face the bitter cold that awaits you. The main street of Snow Falls is beautiful. The entirety of the road is lined with various shops and offices that all seem to stack neatly upon one another, each of their rooftops blanketed with snow. The people of Snow Falls go about their business, unbothered by the impending storm.

Making your way to the Inn, you pass a young couple who lean into one another in an effort to shield themselves from the cold. They laugh as a particularly aggressive gust of wind whips through the town square, only causing them to huddle closer.

You won’t lie, the sight of them is bittersweet. Sweet, because of the love wafting through the winter air. Bitter, because you are left longing for it.

As promised, the Icicle Inn is hard to miss. It stands a few stories high with both fake and real icicles adorning the edges of its roof. The exterior is held together by a rich mahogany with white paneling running parallel and perpendicular. It looks like an old Tudor style home with an inviting wooden sign that reads:

The Icicle Inn est. 1899

Luckily for you, the Inn has plenty of vacancies and the owner was nice enough to through in a ‘shitty weather’ discount as they had aptly described it. Once you make it up to your room, you unpack your things to get an idea of what you needed from the store. You have enough clothes to last you for the next few days. You would worry about stopping by a local boutique if things got worse, but for now you figured you could mix and match with what you have. After going through your suitcase, your main issue seemed to be your lack of food and your lack of a proper blanket.

You wanted to buy a big fluffy one at the airport, but it had totally slipped your mind. In addition to your comfort items, you figured you might as well pick up some full-sized toiletry items just in case.

Min’s Mini Mart had been on the corner of the cross streets that lead to the bar and the Inn. You remember passing it on your way here, so it’s quite easy to retrace those steps to the storefront.

A shiny red sign with neat white letters hangs above the automatic doors, the outer edges of it caked in snow. You have to tighten your coat against another burst of wind as the doors slide open. Thankfully, the inside of the store is toasty and inviting, much like the other establishments in Snow Falls.

The typical fluorescent lights are nowhere to be found in Min’s Mini Mart, and neither are the loud signs which normally jump out at you the moment you walk in. Instead, you are met with warm lightening and hand written signs that neatly label different aisles and products. The store seems to be a one stop shop for groceries and necessities with a little bakery called Haneul’s tucked away in the corner.

You can’t see anyone in the store just yet, but the low hum of music coming from the speakers lets you know that it’s open for business. Making your way down the first aisle, you see some new snacks that are definitely enticing, but as you reach out for a bag of chips, there is a pitter-pattering that seems to sneak up behind you.

“Hello! Welcome to Min’sminimart-” A little voice seems to slur behind you,  “How can we help you today?”

Turning around, you are slightly confused when you aren’t immediately met with the figure this voice belongs to. You have to direct your eyes much closer to the linoleum to find the identity of your greeter. 

A boy, no more than six years of age, is smiling up at you with an eager disposition. With fluffy black hair and puffy little cheeks that rival cupid themself, he adjusts the tiny red sweater vest that adorns his torso and says, “Can I help you find anything, ma’am? We are having a big sale today!” 

Through the onslaught of adoration, you are a little concerned that this small child is running this store himself, but when you see that his name tag reads “Haneul” (instead of Yoongi) you breathe a sigh of relief. 

Maybe he’s the owner’s son?

“ Oh hi! I’m looking for some snacks to last me through the storm, do you have any favorites?” You inquire, trying to stifle the massive smile threatening your lips.

Haneul lights up, nodding eagerly, “Yeah! C’mon, I’ll show you!”

His little shoes create a musical against the flooring as he scampers off in front of you.

Picking up your pace, you do your best to keep up with him as he rounds the corner at the end of the household items aisle. Haneul comes to an abrupt stop in front of a series of chip bags before looking earnestly in your direction, “Do you like spicy?”

You almost giggle at the intensity of his tone, but you want to show him you take him seriously, “I love spicy.”

His gums peek out from his top lip, his satisfied grin stretching wide across his tiny face, “Me too! Appa never lets me have these ones though because they say-“ He narrows his eyes a bit as he drags his finger across the words, “ ex-treme spice-“ You bite your lip in admiration as he sounds the words out, “He says they are too spicy for me, but since you’re bigger than me- you’ll be ok.”

“Is your appa around here somewhere?” You inquire, still somewhat concerned that he is all alone.

As he is shoving several bags of spicy chips into your shopping basket he nods, “He’s in the back room counting things. He always counts things before a storm, cause sometimes things go missing.”

Silently, you breathe a sigh of relief that he is not, in fact, running the store himself, “Oh that’s a good idea. I’m sure you and your appa work really hard at keeping the store stocked up.”

He nods as he tucks two more bags of spicy chips into your already full basket, and you let him because how the heck are you supposed to tell this kid, no?

“Mhm…” He hums thoughtfully, “Our store got really messy after the last storm. Appa had to spend a long time cleaning it, but he wouldn’t let me help him because of the glass everywhere.”

“The glass?” Your eyes widen a bit as he grabs a hold of a packet of jawbreakers. “Were the windows broken?”

“You can eat these for a long time, so I think they will be good for the storm.” He explains, rather business-like. And again, you are in no position to question his judgement, “Yeah- people came into the store when Appa and I weren’t here and took some stuff without paying.”

Oh goodness.

“I’m so sorry.” You sympathize, “At least nobody got hurt right?”

He looks up at you with a grin, “Oh no! It’s okay, Appa said they were just hungry. He says that sometimes people can’t pay for the things they need, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need them still. So he wasn’t upset or hurt, he was just happy they got some food.”

This interaction is proving to be extremely heartwarming. The fact that this little boy seems to have so much insight into the world around him was truly impressive. Speaking with him has lifted your mood considerably, you almost forget that you are stranded in an unfamiliar place.

“Your appa sounds like a really nice man.” Your voice carries just above the background music whilst Haneul adds another piece of candy to your basket, “And he’s definitely right about people getting what they need, that’s very important.”

“He’s SO nice…” He confirms, his expression animated, “Unless he stubs his toe, then he says a lot of bad words. But he never says them to me, so it’s ok.”

You find yourself resisting the urge to coo at the small boy in front of you, but it’s growing more and more difficult. He leads you out of the snack aisle and just as you are about to respond, you hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind a black curtain.

“Appa! We have a customer!” Haneul chirps, taking off towards the sound.

“Be right out, adeul!” A much deeper voice responds, with a bit of raspiness on the end of it, “Is it Mrs. Acres? Just give her the bread that we wrapped up this morning, ok? Appa left it on the counter…”

Haneul snickers, “It’s a different Mrs. I don’t know her name yet, she is new…”

His observation makes you giggle, but it makes perfect sense in a town like this. You imagine that most people are on a first name basis.

With a bit more shuffling, you finally see a man emerge from the storage room. Something immediately shifts in your chest, your heart going a little wonky as you take in the sight before you. He is a spitting image of his son, with the exception of his black hair being combed down the nape of his neck and resting just above his soft brows. His lips are pink and pout naturally below his button nose, and his eyes are the same shade as Haneul’s but slightly darkened with his own experiences.

He's dressed casually, a pair of dark-washed denim jeans with a red flannel tucked in to the waistband. His black work boots clunk against the linoleum whilst he tries to get a good look at his surroundings, his eyes adjusting to the light.

“Appa, see? She’s new. I helped her find snacks for the storm.” Haneul points proudly to the shopping basket causing his father to chuckle, his expression decorated with adoration. But when he finally looks up to meet your eyes, his expression shifts rather quickly to something else.

“Oh, hello-“ He grins, straightening up a bit, and nodding to the basket “I see you met our employee of the month…”

You have to be subtle when you respond to ensure that your voice doesn’t crack under your nerves. It would be a crime to deny how unbelievably attractive this man is…

“Employee of the month huh? You never mentioned that…” You chide, smiling at Haneul who seems to shrink into his father’s side, a shy giggle leaving his mouth, “I sure did. He was very helpful, I can see why he’s your best employee.”

The man’s grin seems to broaden, his hand patting Haneul gently on the back, “He definitely makes me step my game up, that’s for sure.” He wipes his free hand on the front of his shirt before extending it towards you, his fingers long and rather elegant looking, “I’m Yoongi by the way, thank you for coming in. Did you just move to town?”

That pesky heart of yours stutters beneath your sternum as you shake his hand, “Y/N,” You smile, “No actually, I was here on business, but all flights out are cancelled due to the storm. I’m over at the Icicle Inn right now.”

Yoongi frowns as he releases your hand, “I’m really sorry to hear that. I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your holiday. The flights usually resume schedule in a few days, so I’m sure you’ll be able to get home in no time.”

There is something about the way he speaks that compels you to believe him. Being a complete stranger, Yoongi shouldn’t be comforting, but his soft smile and even softer words soothe you.

“I hope you’re right-“ You smile, “I only brought enough stuff to last me a day or two.”

“You have the chips now!” Haneul pipes up proudly, “At least you won’t be hungry.”

His little voice makes your smile widen as you lift up your basket, “All thanks to you, Mr. Employee of the Month.”

He giggles shyly before turning to rub his face on his father’s shirt. Yoongi smirks, fondness blooming in his brown eyes. He scans over your basket, chuckling to himself when he notices the contents.

“You made some great choices, Han-ah.” He admires, not wanting to discredit his son’s decision to fill your basket up with chips and candy, “Can you go to the bakery and make sure all of the dough is rising? Appa has to get it in the oven soon…”

Haneul lights up at his assignment and nods eagerly, “Ok! Should I take pictures to show you like last time?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch and he retrieves his phone from his pocket, “That’s a good idea. Just make sure you have clean hands ok? We don’t want any Haneul cooties in the bread…”

The little boy narrows his eyes, “I don’t have cooties! You said they were all gone this morning.”

Yoongi nods earnestly, glancing over at you, “I did. They go away every time you wash up, remember? You have to wash up often so they don’t build up.”

Haneul groans, “Daaad. Don’t talk about this in front of strangers. Now Mrs. Y/N is going to think I’m gross.”

His logic makes you giggle, “I don’t think your gross at all! Everyone has to make sure they wash their cooties off.”

Haneul looks amazed, his little eyes scanning over your clean dress, “Even you?”

You nod, trying to keep a straight face, “Even me.”

He turns to his father, still slightly shaken by the news you’ve just delivered as he holds out his palm, “I promise to wash my hands.” He vows as he cocks his head, “Should I wash your phone too? Do phones get cooties?”

Yoongi shakes his head vehemently, “No, we don’t need to wash it. My phone would break if you put it in water, just make sure you clean your hands and dry them really good ok? Then come show me the pictures you took.”

Haneul is pleased with his answer, offering him a sweet smile before turning to you, “I’ll be right back ok? Don’t leave until I can tell you goodbye, it’s one of my jobs.”

And how could you refuse? Grinning, you offer a thumbs up and vow, “I’ll wait for you by the door, I wanna see those pictures too.”

Yoongi watches with an open mouthed grin whilst Haneul scampers happily towards the bakery. Shaking his head, he turns back to you and gestures to your basket, “I can take this from you. I’m sure you didn’t come in to buy 5 bags of spicy chips and uh-“ He cocks his head, his gums peaking out just like Haneul’s did as he chuckles, “-did he put jawbreakers in here?”

His grin makes your cheeks hot, the close proximity of him beginning to affect you.

“He did. He said I could eat them for a long time, so they would be good in a storm.”

Yoongi’s laughter increases a bit, settling the basket into the crook of his arm, “Aish, that kid. He’s too much.” His eyes meet yours now, and there seems to be something moving in the air between you, “If he asks, let’s just tell him I had the snacks delivered to your room, yeah?”

You’re mirroring his grin now as you reply, “Sounds like a plan. Although, to his credit- I do love spicy chips and jawbreakers. I just don’t think they are going to keep me very warm.”

He shakes his head, the remnants of a smile still on his lips, “I appreciate you entertaining him. He gets pretty nervous during storms so I’m sure meeting somebody new was a good distraction.”

You frown, “I can imagine. I’ve heard these storms get pretty brutal out here- Also, visiting your store has been the highlight of my trip so far. I would take hanging out with that kid over stuffy board meetings any day.”

Yoongi’s eyes light up with curiosity, “You came here for one of those meetings? Snow Falls isn’t usually the place for that sort of thing, unless you’re with a developer or something…”

The tone in his voice shifts at the end of his sentence, leaning towards something that resembles judgement. For some reason, you’re eager to reassure him that you aren’t some corporate vampire coming to rob Snow Falls of it’s small-town charm.

“No, I’m not. My job back home is in communications, but I’m supposed to take over my father’s business soon. That’s why I’m here actually- Mayor Sweetree is his former partner and he’s asked to meet with me to discuss the transfer.” You explain, your voice a bit wobbly with nerves.

Yoongi defrosts immediately, his supple lips now curving towards another smile, “The toy business, right? That’s where you’re taking over?”

Your body warms up at the thought of his approval, “Yeah!” You say a bit too loudly before nervously adjusting your volume, “That’s exactly where I’m taking over.”

He hears the increase in your voice, and chuckles warmly in response, his heightened ability to catch on to other people’s emotions allows him to sense a bit of nervousness coming from you, but he can’t for the life of him figure out why.

He only knows that he feels the same way.

“That’s really cool. I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job.” His warm expression hits you in the middle of the sternum, your mind swimming with different ways to keep him smiling, “I’m sorry you couldn’t have done this meeting by video, the mayor is a little-“ His features scrunch as he tries to find the right word, “-superstitious.”

You nod, your lips unable to stay in a straight line, “So I’ve heard. But honestly, it’s alright. I could use the adventure; my job has kept me from being able to travel anywhere interesting for far too long. It was unexpected but, I can’t complain…”

Yoongi smirks, “Neither can I.”

The way his voice seems to deepen does a number on you. It’s not clear whether or not he intended to flirt with you, and you’re doing everything you can to convince yourself that you are overthinking what he just said. Thankfully, Haneul interrupts your internal crisis,

“Appa! Uncle Kookie is calling…should I answer it?”

Yoongi makes sure you have everything you need before sending you on your way with a hefty discount and, assures you that if you need anything, he was around.

After you leave the store, you do your best to get his smile out of your head. Your week was already full of variables as it is, you really couldn’t afford to throw in another one.  

Still, it’s a difficult task. You don’t think you’ve ever felt a spark with a stranger before, but it was very possible that you had mistaken small town hospitality for flirting.  

He was really cute though.  

The first night of the storm hits like a ton of frozen bricks. The angry blanket of snow washes over the tiny town of Snow Falls like it held a grudge, and it made the Icicle Inn creak and groan all night. The next morning you spoke with your dad to inform him of all of the madness that had ensued over the last 24 hours.  

He administered a heavy dose of worry, expressing his doubts that you would make it back home before Christmas. Of course, you did your best to reassure him, making promises that you would be checking your travel app any chance you got to look for updates.  

The bit of positivity you had offered was quickly squashed when you received a call from the front desk informing you that one of the main pipes had frozen over, which would mean that the water was shut off until further notice.  

Wonderful.  

Slumping back against your pillows, you decide that you could probably manage without water for a little while, but when the TV shuts off- you decide that you’ve had enough.  

You call the front desk back and ask them if it was safe to go outside, they inform you that it was and recommended a coffee place just down the street.  

Bundling up in your thickest coat, you make your way down the icy road towards the quaint little building situated right beside Yoongi’s store. Even through all of the chaos, your mind can’t help but wander back to him.  

Attraction is annoying like that.  

On your way there, you decide to text Yeonjun to see if he has any alternative suggestions; you couldn’t hardly stay at an Inn without running water or electricity for your entire trip.  

You: So... 

You: The Inn lost power and water for the foreseeable future 

You: that couch of yours is sounding really good right about now 

He responds moments later. 

Yeonjun: RIP 

Yeonjun: I should have warned you about that, the Inn is hooked up to it’s own generator that usually takes a shit during blizzards 

Yeonjun: You’re welcome anytime, my old man drives trucks so he probably won’t be home until next week 

You don’t think it’s a great idea. But you aren’t sure what choice you’re going to have. You’d rather sleep on a strangers couch than go without your phone for more than 24 hours.  

Modernity is a curse.  

You: I’m going to get some caffeine in me and get back to you.  

You: I’m worried my technology-obsessed brain is making all of the decisions for me.  

Yeonjun: lol fair enough 

Yeonjun: just give me about an hour before you come by, I don’t want you to see all of my dad’s takeout boxes 

Yeonjun: or my dad’s clothes everywhere 

Yeonjun: He’s really messy 

You snort as you see his messages come through, quickly typing your reply before shoving your phone in your coat pocket. 

You: I’m sure HE is 

The coffee shop is adorable, much like the rest of the town, the smell of espresso immediately calming your nerves. 

No matter what city you’re in, walking into a coffee shop always makes you feel at home. There is something consistent about them, something you find extremely comforting. 

And speaking of comforting... 

“Appa, can I have EXTRA whipped cream this time? They don’t ever put enough.” A familiar little voice inquires behind you. 

You hear the same chuckle that made you smile the day prior, as another familiar voice answers him. 

“They put plenty, son. You just don’t eat it in time, I told you that the hot chocolate melts it.”  

“But can we just ask- pleaaaase? I will ask for a spoon too so I can eat it...” 

You hear Yoongi’s grin in his reply as you wonder whether or not to turn around,  

“We can ask.” He concedes, “But remember to be polite about it. These people work very hard, and they keep your Appa alive...” 

Haneul giggles, “No they don’t- your blood and guts keep you alive, that’s what you told me last week.” 

“Appa is different.” Yoongi explains matter of factly, “He runs on iced Americanos.”  

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh as you near the counter. 

“We should go to Dr. Namjoon then, maybe he can write you a precipitation...” 

You expect Yoongi to chuckle again at his mispronunciation, but he doesn’t. 

And instead he says, “Very good word, adeul. But that is the word for rainfall, remember? The word you’re thinking of is prescription.” 

“PreSCRIPTion...” Haneul tries out the word on his lips. 

“Good job. They sound similar huh?” 

“Yeah-”He sighs hopelessly, and you are honestly contemplating how one single child could be so adorable, “Appa, do you think that Mrs. Y/N will come back to our store? She was really nice...” 

Yoongi bites his lip at the thought of you. Truth be told, he was kind of wondering the same thing... 

Before he’s able to answer, you peek behind your shoulder to see if Haneul will catch a glimpse of you.  

And he most certainly does.  

“Mrs. Y/N!”  

He and Yoongi are both dressed in matching Christmas sweaters. Both of them are knitted together with royal blue wool and decorated with white snowflakes, and they are entirely too cute to handle. 

“Mr. Employee of the Month, how are you?” You bow your head slightly causing him to giggle, tugging Yoongi eagerly. 

“I’m fine thank you, and you?” He rushes out, rather rehearsed, “Did you finish all of your snacks? We have more at the store if you need them. We’re closed today...but I’m sure Appa can break in for you.”  

Yoongi laughs softly, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. 

“I haven’t finished all of them yet actually, you helped me out so well that I probably won’t have to go back for a little while.” You assure him, “Good morning, Yoongi.” 

He nods toward you, a small and rather shy smile on his lips, “Morning. How was your first night?” 

“Well-” You start to answer him but you’re next in line, “One sec. Hi, good morning can I get a-” Your eyes scanning the menu, “-a large vanilla latte please? With an extra shot?” 

The barista nods as they punch your order into the computer, “Will that be all?” 

Yoongi cuts in, “And can we also get a kids hot chocolate with- EXTRA...” He winks down at Haneul, “whipped cream and a large, iced Americano.” 

He’s already pulling out his wallet before you even realize what’s happening, “Good morning Charley, did you and the folks make it through last night ok?” 

“Yoongi-” You protest but he ignores you playfully and hands a $20 to the barista. 

“Y/N-” He counters innocently. 

“It was ok, Yoongi, thanks.” They answer him, “Dad fell asleep with all the candles on, but thankfully we only use the self-extinguishing ones now.”  

Yoongi chuckles, “That’s probably for the best, I’m glad everyone’s doing ok. Keep the change yeah? Tell your folks I said hi...” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” They smile, throwing the change into the tip jar, “I’ll call your name when it’s ready.” 

You're still looking at him in disbelief, “Thank you, Yoongi-” You complain as the three of you move off to the side. 

“Appa, why is everyone calling you Yoongi? I thought only grandma and grandpa called you that...” Haneul chimes in, rather confused. 

“Yoongi is my name, just like Haneul is your name. Everyone else but you calls me Yoongi.” He explains patiently. 

“Nu huh, not everyone. Uncle Kookie calls you hyung...” 

“That’s very true, but hyung is just a term of respect because I’m older than him. You’ve heard him call me Yoongi-hyung right?” 

Haneul’s eyes light up, “Oh yeah, that’s true. It’s so weird that you have a name.” He glances at you, seemingly remembering your presence, “Do you like our matching sweaters? Appa made them with the ladies from the bingo nights, aren’t they pretty?” 

You’re smiling at the small boy beside you, loving the way that he hops from one point to another.  

“Did he?” You look to Yoongi, who immediately straightens up, growing rather shy now that the attention is on him, “They are beautiful! He did such a job with them. Are they new?” 

Haneul nods, his smile widening, “Yeah! He makes us new ones every year, but this one is my favorite because it’s blue- our favorite color.” 

Yoongi is watching the two of you, his heart filling up with something that he has never felt before.  

Something that he feels the need to dismiss rather quickly.  

You gasp, “Your favorite color is blue? Mine too! It’s the best color huh?” 

Haneul tugs Yoongi’s hand excitedly, “It is?!? Appa you should make her a sweater too, so she can match with us.” 

Yoongi’s lips part and you shift slightly at the weight of Haneul’s suggestion. He’s too young to understand what he’s said, and thankfully the barista is calling Yoongi’s name before either of you have to address it. 

The three of you sit a nearby table, your conversation shifting to slightly less complicated topics.  

“How are you liking the Icicle Inn? Haneul and I have only ever been there for events and stuff, are the rooms nice?” 

Yoongi asks over the rim of his Americano, not even flinching at either the taste or the temperature. 

“It’s really nice but the power and the water went out last night. The front desk called me this morning to tell me that they weren’t sure when they were going to get it back on.” 

Yoongi frowns, suddenly looking very concerned, “Really? They don’t have even have an ETA for the maintenance team?” 

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your discomfort all over again, “They said they would call with an update as soon as they can. But they offered me a refund for the remainder of my stay, so that can’t be a good sign.” 

Haneul is distracted by his drink but when he opens up his lid, he looks expectantly up at Yoongi, “Excuse me, Appa?” 

If this kid was any cuter, you would probably implode. 

“Yes?” Yoongi murmurs softly, patting his back. 

“Did you get me a spoon?” 

“Oh! Yeah, let me go grab one for you, son. One second...”Yoongi slips out of his seat and rushes over to the bar top before coming back with the utensil in hand, handing it over to a very happy Haneul, “Here you go.” 

“Thank you!” He smiles, whipped cream on his nose. 

Yoongi chuckles, using the pad of his thumb to wipe it off, “You’re welcome, Rudolph.” 

As he takes his seat, Yoongi looks a little nervous again, his eyes flitting towards Haneul who is now fully engrossed in his mission to eat all of the whipped cream out of his cup. 

“I’m really sorry you’re in such a rough situation. I wish I was better at predicting the weather but-” His hand finds its way to the back of his neck, “Haneul and I normally make stew on the first day of winter storms, you’re more than welcome to come over and take a shower and charge your phone if you need to.” 

“Oh- Yoongi, you’re really nice but I wouldn’t want to impose...” 

“Wait no! Can you come please? Appa- can she? I finally show someone the dollhouse you made for me!” Haneul pipes up yet again, destroying any sense of logic you have left in you. 

Yoongi just raises a brow, fighting the smile that’s threatening to take over his lips, “She is welcome to come over, if she wants to. It would be our pleasure.” 

He knows that you are declining for the sake of politeness, but he’s still nervous of rejection.  

He would be lying if he said he was only inviting you over to be kind, he had his own reasons for wanting to spend more time with you.  

Even if it was a little risky... 

“If it’s not any trouble-” You begin, shooting a pointed glance at Yoongi, “-then I would love to come over.” 

“Yay!” 

Yoongi and Haneul walk you back to the Icicle Inn so that you can collect some of your things before the three of you hop into Yoongi’s black pickup truck and drive down the main road towards their home.  

When you finally arrive, the sight of the brick cottage tucked away against the snowy trees makes your heart flutter around in your chest. It was picturesque, resembling something out of every Hallmark movie ever, and you’re suddenly forgetting that you’re stranded in this town in the first place.  

For the first bit of the evening, Haneul gives you the grand tour, whilst Yoongi begins to prepare the ingredients for dinner. Even though Haneul is reluctant to do so, Yoongi eventually convinces him to let you have some alone time to shower. 

The hot water against your skin did more than the latte had, and for the first time in 48 hours, you started to feel like a person again.  

Dinner was incredible. Haneul had been bragging about Yoongi all night, explaining to you that his dad could do anything in the whole world, which of course led to Yoongi overflowing with modesty.  

The weather worsening outside, leads Yoongi to explain that he probably wouldn’t be able to take you back until the morning. He profusely apologizes for his lack of foresight, but you’d be kidding yourself if you said you weren’t happy to spend more time with them.  

During the cleanup after the meal, you insisted on sharing the duties with Yoongi. It’s at this time, you learn a bit more about the little family that had already begun to steal your heart,  

“Is it just you two?” You breach the topic casually, not wanting to be too invasive. 

Yoongi nods, “Just us. My family comes out here often, most of them live over in Chestnut.” 

Smiling, you focus on rinsing off one of the wooden spoons he hands you, before inching towards your next question. The lack of ring on Yoongi’s left hand did not escape you. The observation had been lingering on your mind for quite some time, “That’s great that everyone lives close. Does his mom live there too?” 

Yoongi smirks to himself, knowing very well where this conversation was headed. 

He’s had to have it many times. 

“I’m not sure actually, I haven’t seen her since Haneul was born.” Before you’re able to ask any follow-up questions he adds, “We were young. She took off as soon as they discharged her from the hospital. And before you ask, yes I’m ok and no, I don’t ever plan on reaching out to her; I will leave that up to him, when he’s ready.” 

He has a bit of humor in his voice, so you’re really hoping you didn’t offend him, but the anxiety in you compels you to say something anyway, “I didn’t mean to pry-” 

“You didn’t...” He smiles, handing you a soapy bowl, “...and that’s why I told you.” 

You feel relieved, returning his smile as you take the bowl from him, “He’s an incredible kid. You’ve done an amazing job with him.” 

Yoongi’s heart fills with pride, but he brushes you off, keeping humility at the front of his mind, “He’s done an amazing job with me. I’m not sure where I would have ended up without him.”  

And he leaves it at that, and so do you.  

But the silence that falls over you isn’t uncomfortable, none of what has happened between you is. 

After he makes sure you have everything you need on the couch, Yoongi gestures towards his bedroom, “I’m just in there if you need anything. Again, I’m really sorry about tonight. I promise you the couch is really comfortable though, I’m still paying it off...” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck again. 

“It’s totally fine. I’m actually relieved to stay somewhere with electricity...” You murmur, laughing lightly, “Honestly, thank you. You have been so-” You wrack your brain for the right word, but your attraction to him gets in the way, “-good.” 

He raises a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching, “Good?” 

You clear your throat, “Yes, good. You’ve been good. Actually, you’ve been great, good and great. G and G.” 

He snickers, a little of judgement in his eyes, “G and G. Is that a slang term where you’re from?” 

“Nope...” You want to smack yourself for how silly you sound, “I just made it up right now. Cute, right?” 

He cocks his head, and with a smirk he says, “Very cute.”  

And he really doesn’t sound like he’s talking about the same thing anymore... 

“Goodnight.” You wave as he turns around to head towards his room. 

“Goodnight.” He calls softly, still smirking a bit to himself as he shuts the door.  

Good grief.  

G and G. 

Yoongi hadn’t been wrong about the couch, it was incredibly comfortable. After he went to bed, you immediately fell into a deep sleep, relishing in the way the cushions encompass your entire body.  

You are awoken far too soon however, to the sound of hiccupping coming from Yoongi’s room. Groggily, you wipe your eyes as you try to assess the source of the sound.  

It’s then you notice Yoongi’s bedroom door open, the light from his bedside lamp flooding the space. You can vaguely make out the fact that he is sitting up with something cradled in his arms, and when the hiccupping resumes, your heart sinks as you realize what’s happening. 

“Ap-Appa! It was really scary, the monsters were chasing me and- and – and I couldn’t- I couldn’t get a-way! My feet weren’t mo-moving a-at all!” Haneul is crying, sobbing actually as he clings desperately to his father’s shirt. His little face is stained with tears and tucked into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.  

“Sh sh sh, it’s ok. Appa is right here hm? You’re safe here, it was just a bad dream.” Yoongi’s raspy voice is soothing even to you as his large hand rubs gentle circles on Haneul’s back, “Can we take a deep breath just like Appa does when he gets scared? Do you remember how?” 

“N-No...” Haneul is overwhelmed again and starts sobbing, “I don’t want Appa to be scared!” 

“Hey hey—Appa isn’t scared right now. This is just how Appa breathes when he gets scared, ready? I’m going to show you....” Yoongi leans him back just a bit, keeping his motions slow, “Appa takes a deep breath like this...” He takes in a breath through his nose, keeping his eyes on his son, before blowing cool air through his pursed lips over Haneul’s heated face, “In through our noses and out through our mouths, can you try one with me?” 

Haneul nods, tiny hands gripping his dad’s shoulders like a life raft. 

The two of them breathe together and when Haneul puffs out a clumsy breath onto Yoongi’s face, he finally loosens up and giggles. 

“Good boy-” Yoongi chuckles, patting his back, “Can you try one more?” 

Haneul nods again, repeating the same steps with his dad until he visibly relaxes in his arms, his tiny body exhausted from all of the adrenaline. 

“Are you feeling a little better?” Yoongi murmurs softly, his thumb brushing away more of his tears. 

“Y-yeah...” Haneul mumbles, still gripping his t-shirt, “Thank you, Appa.” 

Yoongi smiles with all of the adoration one person could possess, “You’re welcome, love. Let’s get you cleaned up really quick ok?” He leans in to kiss the top of his head before reaching for the tissue box on his nightstand. Clumping up a few of them, he holds them up at Haneul’s nose before telling him to blow into the wadded tissue.   

He sets that aside before gathering one or two more and wiping the rest of his tears, “There we go, there’s my handsome son...do you want some water?”  

When Haneul nods, Yoongi reaches for the blue water bottle he had filled up for him before bed and hands it to over.  

After a few big gulps Haneul murmurs, “Can I sleep in here with you? I’m too scared to go back yet...” 

And of course Yoongi says yes, because if you thought you were powerless against Haneul, you were wrong.  

No one could ever compete with Yoongi on that one.  

You tuck back into the couch, not wanting them to know you had woken up.  

And as you’re drifting off to sleep, you can hear two voices coming from the bedroom, each of them so alike and so different at the same time. 

“I love you Appa.” 

“And Appa loves you.” 

Boy, you were in trouble. 

The next few days almost don’t feel real to you. Yoongi drives you back to the Inn the following morning, only to find out that everything was still down. After some discussion, Yoongi reassures you that you would be absolutely welcome to stay at his place until the airports reopen.  

And honestly, you aren’t really in any position to deny him...for multiple reasons.  

The weather worsens, but your time in Snow Falls certainly does not. Yoongi and Haneul ensure that you are properly entertained and properly fed. You seem to nestle into their routine quite easily, and it almost feels like you’ve done this all before.  

Like you’ve never been anywhere else.  

It’s scary but, maybe it’s possible that something is in the air, like maybe Christmas miracles are a thing.  

You and Yoongi fell into a bad habit of flirting when Haneul goes to bed, but it never progresses anywhere. However, you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t notice how much you felt towards this man already.  

There was something between you, but you just couldn’t get a hold of it. Every time it would pass you by, it was as if you were too afraid to grasp at it.  

It was too real.  

When the three of you get back from the mini mart, roughly six days from the start of your trip, Yoongi snorts as he sees a foreign object parked in front of his house. 

It’s a black Cadillac with tinted windows and incredibly out of place in Yoongi’s quaint little driveway. 

“Who’s car is that?”  

“Appa! Uncle Kookie’s car is here!” Haneul answers for him, now bouncing in the middle seat with excitement, “Is he here for a surprise?” 

Yoongi chuckles, “I guess so.” He replies before addressing your question, “My brother does this a lot- I should have given you a heads up.” 

Haneul is practically climbing over you as Yoongi puts the car in park, causing you to laugh even as his father reprimands him.  

“Ah ah- say excuse me please.”  

“Excuse me!!!” Haneul laughs as he takes off running towards the front door. He yanks it open, eyes scanning the room for his favorite intruder as you and Yoongi trail behind him. 

“Uncle Kookie? Are you here?!” He yells into the living room. 

A beat of silence passes before a voice that is falsely deepened rings out from the behind the kitchen wall, “Uhhh excuse me? What are you doing in my house?! I don’t remember inviting anyone over...” 

This pleases Haneul beyond belief, his little giggle echoing off of the walls, “Nu huh! This is mine and Appa’s house! You are OUR company! Uncle Kookie- I know it's you! 

“Cookie?! I am not a Cookie! I am a human person, good sir! And who is this Appa you speak of?” The voice sounds affronted, “He sounds smelly...” 

Haneul is doubled over in laughter, his cheeks the color of cherry tomatoes as he stumbles eagerly towards the voice, “No, my Uncle Kookie is a PERSON-” He emphasizes through his laughter, “I just call him Uncle Kookie because of his name! Come out so I can check if you are him!” 

The voice falters for a moment, “This uh- this Uncle Kookie of yours, is he pretty cool?” 

Haneul nods with enthusiasm, “He’s so cool! He has a fast car and pictures all over his arms, and he’s SUPER strong-” 

“Hmmm-” The voice muses, “He sounds VERY cool. It’s almost like he’s cooler than your Appa, huh?” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and Haneul immediately flashes a worried look towards his father. 

“Well only a liiiiitttle bit.”  

Yoongi and you snicker at Haneul’s honesty, loving how guilty he looks as he says it. 

From around the kitchen corner, the voice booms, “That’s my boy!” He cheers before a man finally shows up at the end of the walk-way, “GET OVER HERE, SPIDERMAN!”  

“MR. STARK!” Haneul screeches as he takes off running towards his Uncle. When the man bends over to catch him in his arms, you finally get a good look at him.  

He is slightly taller than Yoongi and dressed in all black. His winter flannel is hung over the back of the couch which explains why he’s stood in the house in just a tank top. You can see that both of his muscular arms are covered in a series of intricate tattoos and that his right eyebrow is adorned with a piercing. Silver hangs from his ears and neck, and his giant doc martens pair well with the sound of Haneul’s little feet dancing across the wood.  

He wraps around his uncle like a spider monkey, arms and legs securing themselves as best as they can on his torso.  

“How is my favorite nephew???” Jungkook’s mouth is fixed in a wide grin as he hugs him as tight as he can, standing up with his nephew still attached. 

“Good!” Haneul giggles as the two of them get closer to where you and Yoongi are stood, “I missed you. How did you get here through all of the snow?” 

“Becaaaause I missed my nephew and-” He glances toward Yoongi, “my brother, and-” He pauses as his eyes fall on you. He turns to whisper loudly in Haneul’s ear, “Who is that lady with your Appa?” 

Haneul is laughing yet again at his uncle’s antics, “That’s Mrs. Y/N. She’s our new friend, she got stuck here cause of the snow...” 

Jungkook smirks, his eyes finding his older brother’s, “A friend huh?” He speaks at a normal volume before doing the same loud whisper into Hanuel’s ear, “Is she nice?” 

Haneul giggles as he nods once more, “She’s really nice, I think Appa likes her too…”

“Alright-“ Yoongi cuts in smoothly, causing his younger brother to snicker mischievously, “You didn’t tell me you were coming, I would have told you to wait. Did you drive here????”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you- and no I didn’t drive here-“ He says matter of factly, despite the fact that his car is literally sitting out front, “I flew here, didn’t I?” He asks Haneul, “In my War Machine Mark!”

Haneul laughs for the millionth time, clinging to him as he nods exuberantly, “Yeah! Appa, Uncle Kookie only brings his car as a cover up, or else Thanos will find him…”

Jungkook winks at Yoongi, “Yeah hyung, we’ve told you this a hundred times. Haven’t we?” He asks Haneul, who nods through his laughter before pointing at Jungkook’s face, “Y/N, this is my Uncle Kookie I was telling you about! I told you he’d be here for Christmas, he never misses it!”

Affectionately, Haneul places his hands on both of Jungkook’s cheeks and smushes his face together, snickering as his uncle’s features become slightly deformed. With a smushed face, Jungkook extends a hand towards you,

“Nice to meet you,” He says, his words slightly muffled my Haneul’s affection, “I’d say that I’ve heard so much about you, but my hyung here never tells me anything.”

You giggle, leaning forward to shake his hand firmly before releasing it, “Well I’ve definitely heard a lot about you. It’s nice to put a face to the famous Uncle Kookie.”

Jungkook smiles now and its far sweeter than anything you’ve seen from him so far, “Was that you huh? Were you bragging about me?”

Haneul is cuddled into him now, a small grin on his face, “Mhm.”

Jungkook flashes a look towards Yoongi, something wordless moving between them before he shifts Haneul onto his hip.

“So what’s for dinner, hyung? All of that flying has me STARVING…” He sings dramatically, smirking as Haneul laughs yet again.

It’s one of his favorite sounds.

Originally, Yoongi had planned to order takeout from a local restaurant, hoping to get it in before the storm picked up again.

But Jungkook showing up resurrected his desire to make another homecooked meal, wanting nothing more than to ensure that his younger brother was well-fed.

You knew that Jungkook arriving was special to Haneul, but you didn’t quite understand the significance until you overheard a conversation between the two of them on the way back from the restroom.

“Uncle Kookie- can I see your scar again?”

From around the corner of the hallway, you see Jungkook adjust his shirt to show off what Haneul asked for.

“It’s looking better!” He cheers with a smile, “Did the stuff Appa and I made for you work?”

You hear Jungkook chuckle, “Yeah it did. It’s fading a lot huh? I put on that stuff every day…”

“Whoa- that’s so cool.” The little boy muses, “That means you’re not sick anymore right?”

Your heart sinks.

“That’s right. All of the doctors took out all of the sickness last year, remember? Now I just have to go back for check-ups to make sure it doesn’t grow back.”

“It won’t right?” Haneul immediately sounds worried.

“Nahhhh of course not.” He chuckles, “I’m IronMan, remember? I’ll always be around…that’s why I kicked it’s butt so hard the first time.”

Haneul sighs, “I think I hate cancer more than Thanos.”

Jungkook pulls him in for a hug then, allowing him to settle on his chest before murmuring, “Me too, spiderman.”

Yoongi’s family has been through so much, you think, and you’ve barely even scratched the surface.

And although you didn’t know Jungkook, you’re very happy to hear that he’s better; you couldn’t imagine what that must have been like for him.

The two of them don’t remain still for very long and just before dinner, they break out into an all-out NERF war that Yoongi has to squash once they nearly break one of his vases.

He also reassures you that Haneul doesn’t own any NERF guns, and that he only allows him to play with them when Jungkook is around.

He’s not a huge fan of toys like that.

You offer to help Yoongi with the dishes after dinner, so that Jungkook can watch a movie with Haneul, which he explains will have them both falling asleep within a half hour.  

And as you take your place beside him, the smell of the sudsy water reminds you of the many nights you spent alone in your apartment. Your coffee table rarely ever clear because it was always haphazardly decorated with meeting notes and projects you had no passion for. Loneliness had been a constant friend since you moved downtown. The scent of the mild dishsoap brings you right back to all of those evenings spent wondering what it would be like to have a partner washing the cutlery beside you.

What would it be like to share the small space of a studio kitchen with another person, to feel their presence, to bump into them accidentally, to have them wrap their arms around you, staining your shirt with dishwater…

It was a niche daydream, you’ll admit. But the sound of Yoongi dragging the sponge across the ceramic of the plate feels like home.

He feels like home.

“So what’s the verdict?” Yoongi murmurs beside you with a slight quirk to his lips, “Did you like everything?”

He’s obviously referring to the steak and steamed vegetables he had presented to you earlier, but the question coming in the midst of your train of thought makes you want to spill your guts to him.

“It was amazing, as usual.” You compliment, “If you ever decide to branch out in the restaurant industry, the top chefs are gonna be in a lot of trouble…”

He snorts and shakes his head, but his cheeks turn the color of compliments, “You’re too much. The method I used was new, but I saw Chef Baek do this on his recent special, and I figured I’d try it out.”

You grin, “Chef Baek would be very proud.” His cheeks darken as he passes you a soapy bowl your way, “I can’t remember the last time I ate so well- aside from coming here the other day. My attempts at cooking never really panned out…” You trail off before turning to Yoongi, who is already looking at you with utter disgust, despite the growing smile on his lips, “…get it?”

He rolls his eyes, nudging you playfully with his elbow, “Just because I’m a dad, does not mean I appreciate dad jokes. Even if that one was kinda good.”

“Kinda?!” You whine whilst minding your volume; There are two sleeping boys in the next room.

Yoongi snickers, “Yeah kinda. You’re lucky that I even gave you that rating. When my older brother Jin tells them, I usually just leave the room.”

“Your sense of humor needs to be refined, Min Yoongi. Dad jokes are a work of art…”

He finds it ironic that you would describe art and not recognize the masterpiece that is your face, but he continues to keep the mood light. If he uttered every single thing he thought about you, you’d think he was out of his mind.

To be fair, he kinda felt like he was…

“Art is subjective.” He counters, “But if they make you laugh, then I can’t really hate them too much.”

Something about his response makes your stomach turn the same way it has been all week. The same way it turns every time he subtly makes you feel like he might be reciprocating the rapidly developing feelings inside your heart.

“No? Why is that?” You press for the first time, still attempting to remain casual.

Yoongi’s scrubbing slows down, “Because I like your laugh.”

You mirror him in a way, allowing your focus to slowly unfurl from the sink, lips parting as the two of you face each other.

“My laugh?” You breathe, “Why?”

Yoongi wets his lips subconsciously, not trying to intensify the moment but the way your mouth parts, makes him thirst for something he’s never tasted.

“It’s cute.”

Swallowing, you wonder if the urge you’re feeling to lean closer to him is going to end well. But you struggle to find the will to resist any longer.

Your heart increases slightly, your lips now on a mission separate from the logical side of you. Yoongi’s lips seem to be on the same trajectory, the faucet running carelessly in the background as he desperately wishes his hands weren’t covered in soap.

In your clouded decision to give in to all of the desires that have been slowly brewing over the past week, you make the crucial mistake of forgetting that you are rinsing off a large kitchen knife.

The sound of metal clanking against the bottom of the sink causes both you and Yoongi to jump, and before you realize it, you can feel a stinging sensation across the tip of your left index finger. Yoongi catches the sight of blood immediately, his parental instincts taking over.

“Oh shit-“ He mutters as he springs into action, “Are you ok? Let me help- we need to run your finger under the water, I have a first aid kit in the drawer by the oven.”

You’re not really sure what he’s referring to, your lips still very focused on their original plan, but given that Yoongi seems a little frazzled, you decide to look over to assess the issue.

Eyes widening, you finally spot the red liquid oozing out of the small cut on your index finger.

“Oh wow, I didn’t even feel that-“ You muse, somewhat concerned at your ability to be distracted, “Shit, I’m getting blood all over your sink, I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi’s face wrinkles in disbelief, “Are you seriously apologizing to me for bleeding?”

You laugh at his expression, “I’m just saying it looks like a crime scene in here, I don’t even think the cut is that big.”

He shakes his head, “It probably isn’t, cuts like this have a tendency to bleed a lot.” Through his explanation, you are faced with the task of handling the feeling of his long fingers gently securing themselves around your wrist.  His touch scatters electricity across the surface of your skin, the grip he employs incredibly delicate, just like the rest of him.

“Is that ok?” He murmurs, eyes focused entirely on the task at hand.

You curse yourself for the intrusion, wishing desperately that he was touching you for an entirely different reason.

“Yeah, it doesn’t hurt-“ You assure him, “I don’t think I would have noticed if I hadn’t heard the knife fall…”

The corner of his mouth turns up a bit, “Me neither.”

You see him swallow then, his lips moving uncomfortably around the dryness in his mouth. He reaches out to turn the tap off before grabbing a clean dish towel from beneath the sink.

“Here- wrap this around your hand while I grab the first aid kit.”

Wordlessly, you nod and do exactly as he instructed but your eyes stay on him all the while, watching with adoration as he fusses around the kitchen.

“Do you have a first aid kit in every room?” You tease, remembering quite well that you saw one in the bathroom the other day.

“In most rooms yes. You’ve met my son,” He points out, chuckling to himself, “And now you’ve met my younger brother- between the two of them, I go through a lot of band aids.”

He’s guided you over to the fridge now, his hands gently undoing the little white box before searching through its contents. His reasoning makes you giggle, which only broadens the grin on his lips.

“There it is again-“ He points out the sound, his eyes flickering up towards your face momentarily before pulling out the Neosporin.

The comment makes your heartbeat level up, your toes wiggling in the confines of your shoes as your body tries to work out all of the feelings inside of it.

Silence settles over the two of you for the moment, with the only sound coming from Yoongi unscrewing the cap on the tube. The wind is whistling rather violently outside of the house, but it does nothing to distract you from fixating on the movements of his fingers. With a tiny glob of Neosporin, he moves over the small laceration and begins dabbing some over the length of it. You can hardly feel it, his touch featherlight and nearly shaking beneath the weight of his precision. And yet, just like the everything about him, you are captivated.

Yoongi’s doing his best to focus on tending to your wound, but he can feel your eyes on him. They are resting somewhere between the tip of his nose and his bottom lip, and he is worried that if he looks up, he’s going to abandon his current mission.

So he settles for a snarky comment, as usual.

“This is a lot harder with you staring at me-“ He chuckles uneasily, his cheeks returning to that same shade of pink.

And this time, you smirk, enjoying how quickly you can fluster him, “I believe in you.” You retort, “Looking at you makes it hurt less…”

His teeth and gums are out now, his smile fully formed but his eyes are far from meeting yours, “I thought you said it didn’t hurt.”

You bite your lip, “The adrenaline is wearing off.”

He shakes his head, his teeth now mirroring your own as they find his bottom lip, “That’s not exactly what I was hoping for.”

Your brows raise, your heartbeat finding its way up your throat once more, “No? What were you hoping for?”

Yoongi’s chest rises with the depth of his breath, his fingertips smoothing over the top of the band-aid that now adorns the circumference of your finger.  

Finally, he looks up at you, mouth parted with the instability in his breath. There is something hidden inside his pupils, something that has been trapped for a long time, something you want to release…

“I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing anymore.”

You lick your lips, which causes Yoongi’s eyes to immediately find them, the desire for you nearly unbearable.

“I think we are-“ With your response, you allow your fingers to curl around one of his. And as you summon all the bravery within you, you whisper, “-but just to be sure, you were talking about kissing me right?”

Yoongi can feel the rasp in your voice as it travels down to the base of his stomach, his body flushing hot with desire as he watches the movement of your hand. It’s just his finger your gripping, but he is overcome with the thought of it being another part of him.

He nods, not trusting the ability to speak at the moment, lips slowly beginning to chase yours, before he hesitates.

“Do you- do you want me to kiss you?” He whispers, eyes leaving yours to find your lips instead.

Your palm cups the outside of his cheek, which is incredibly warm to the touch, your pinky resting near the corner of his mouth. Without responding, you brush the tip of your pinky over his top lip, marveling at just how soft he is, and repeating the same motion on the bottom lip too.

Yoongi’s breath rushes between your pinky and ring finger, and after holding each other’s gaze once more, you finally give in and kiss him.

And his mouth is nearly dried out with anxiety, but this is easily remedied by your eager tongue as it peeks just under his top lip. You can feel the grip he has on your waist, tender but deliberate, just like the rest of him. The kiss is messy, the two of you entirely out of practice and consumed with desire, but even as you bump noses, you couldn’t find the will to care.

You want him, all of him, in every way there is to want.

Yoongi’s hands are getting braver as he presses his hips against yours, the feeling of your body doing a number on his self control.

Still tucking into your mouth, he presses the tips of his fingers just above your ass, as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. The couplet of sensations elicits the tiniest sound from the back of your throat, but it’s enough to drive him crazy.

“Fuck-“ He grunts hungrily, and without thinking, he pushes you up against the refrigerator. The sound of the magnets falling to the floor feels much more like an avalanche, the whole world stopping in the wrong way, the two of you rendered frozen.

Disconnected from the kiss, Yoongi rushes over to peek around the corner of the kitchen, to assess the damage.

“Who’s there?” Jungkook’s sleepy voice grumbles, his nerf gun pointed in the air, eyes half open as he grips Haneul against his chest.

“Just us- we dropped something in the kitchen. Go back to sleep…” You hear Yoongi assure him, and thankfully Jungkook accepts his answer, mumbling something incoherent before his head falls back against the cushions.

Slowly, he turns back to you with a look of disbelief, “I literally have no words…”

And you’re giggling now, with your hand over your mouth, trying your best to keep quiet but really struggling when he starts to chuckle along with you.

“Your kitchen is cursed.” You whisper through your laughter, glancing at the magnets scattered on the floor. Instinctively, you move to collect them, but Yoongi’s suggestion stops you in your tracks.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”

He sounds nervous but entirely sure of himself, some of his buried confidence surfacing in the face of his arousal.

He wants you, all of you, in every way there is to want.

You bite your lip, which already misses the feeling of his tongue, “Yeah- we can come back and clean up, or whatever…”

He chuckles, holding out his hand as he flicks the switch on the wall, “Yeah… or whatever.” The kitchen light is reduced to nearly nothing, the only visibility provided by the light from the living room television.

The two of you tiptoe down the hall, careful not to disturb the two sleeping boys cuddled up on the sofa. Yoongi leads you into the darkness of his bedroom, and as he shuts the door his fingers hesitate at the knob.

“Is it ok with you if I lock it? He forgets to knock a lot of the time…” He murmurs, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but dreading the thought of his son wandering into his bedroom.

“Of course-“ You reply, “Do you think he’s gonna wake up?”

The sound of the lock clicking in place is much louder given the meaning behind it, and Yoongi is already making a move to be closer to you as he replies, “No I don’t think so-“ His hands are back on your waist again, “-if he does, Jungkook will help him with whatever he needs.”

And Yoongi feels really selfish as the words leave his lips. He hasn’t had a night away from Haneul since he was born, and even though he is just in the next room, he feels guilty for putting himself first.

“Ok good-“ You whisper, and the palm of your hand is caressing his face now as you giggle softly, “Hi…”

He sighs in relief, still a little frazzled regarding everything that’s transpired over the past thirty minutes, “Hi…”

When you lean in to peck his lips, you’re anticipating that there will be no more interruptions, but Yoongi squashes this dream of yours rather quickly.

“Wait-“ He breathes, trailing off into a bout of snickering when you groan, “Just let me set the mood really quick…”

The feeling of his body detaching itself from you is absolute agony, even though his careful movements towards the candles on his dresser are incredibly endearing.

You come up behind him, watching his shaky hands attempt to light the wicks. He can feel your presence, his heart hammering away in his chest whilst he tries to focus. Thankfully for him, you wait until the candles begin to glow with warmth before deciding to put your hands on him. Dragging your nails lightly through the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck you coax his head to the side to accommodate your desire to kiss on him.  

He swallows, eyes falling shut as you sponge wet kisses along the fault line of his sanity. With his hands lingering in front of him, he surrenders to your motions on his skin, the entirety of him touch-starved; it’s been so long since he’s done anything like this.

Your lips are making the journey up his neck, delighting in the way he seems to shiver beneath you, “I think the mood has been set, don’t you?”

Yoongi lets out the breath he was holding, moving just enough so that he can turn around in your arms. He catches a glimpse at you for the moment, before rushing into another kiss, his lips connecting to yours with the same eagerness he had in the kitchen.

His hands slide underneath your sweater, sighing out at the feeling of your skin, all of it so much better than he could have imagined.

You’re walking him back towards the bed, kissing at his lips all the while, your hands winding their way behind his neck as his own get braver on the small of your back. The back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress, and he has a half a thought to push you onto his bed, before suddenly remembering that he forgot all of the moves he used to pull.  

It’s been so long.  

He is incredibly out of practice, but he wants you so bad and he needs you to know that. 

But he’s forgotten how. 

Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been picking up on his panic. You notice the way his lips falter against yours, the way his tongue seems to lose direction, and the way his hands unstick from your waist... 

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, sealing your question with a kiss. 

Yoongi chuckles, the sound almost unnatural as his hand comes up to rub behind his neck. He licks his lips, wanting to savor the taste of you even while he’s embarrassed.  

“I’m uh-” He looks away for a moment, lips still quirked up in a nervous grin, “I’m alright, it’s just...” 

You cock your head, eyes wide with a type of tenderness he has only ever seen from you.  

God, you’re really fucking beautiful, he thinks.  

It’s unreal.  

Why was he overthinking something so perfect? 

“Do you want to stop?” You check, intertwining your fingers with his before bringing his knuckles to your lips.  

Yoongi wants to cry when you place a kiss to the backs of his fingers. If he were a different man, he would have been leading your mouth all over him, responding in kind, sucking at every inch of you, bending you over the end of his bed... 

But he isn’t. 

He’s Yoongi.  

And all he knows is that he wants the woman, you, standing before him.  

But he hasn’t the faintest idea of where to start. 

Yoongi shakes his head at your question, “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with anyone.” He admits, still watching the way you brush your lips over his fingers, “I’m really out of practice, to say the least. I think I’m siking myself out a bit.”  

You feel immediate relief, your lips forming around a smile as you kiss his hand gently, “It’s ok- it's been awhile for me too.” Looking up at him, you catch him staring at your mouth again, his expression almost innocent, “Why don’t we start here?” 

Yoongi’s eyes follow every move you make, even as you back away from him and crawl onto the bed. You’re on your knees now, your jeans stretching across your skin uncomfortably, the sensation serving as another reason to rid yourself of them. 

“Stay right there...” You call softly, but Yoongi couldn’t move even if he tried. 

Not yet at least. 

He nods, unsure of what to do with his hands now that they aren’t wrapped around you anymore; it’s just another sign that, that’s where they belong.  

You lock eyes with him, lowering the intensity of your gaze in an effort to ease his nerves, even as your fingers find the hem of your sweater.   

Yoongi’s heart quickly finds itself thrashing against his sternum, his lips parting in awe as you expose yourself to him. You’re in a cherry red bra, the lace doing a slightly poor job of containing your breasts. But he isn’t complaining.  

You’re sliding your hands up your body now, keeping your eyes on him before allowing them to flutter shut as you grip your chest. Making a show of yourself, you push them together and murmur, “You would fit so nicely right here, don’t you think?” 

Yoongi huffs, a light chuckle hanging on the end of it, as he shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re going to give me heart attack...” The giggle that leaves your lips spurs him on, but before he is able to climb onto the bed with you, you’re stopping him. 

“Wait- I wanna see you now.” You request, batting your lashes at him, and he is starting to recognize just how dangerous you really are.  

Yoongi smirks, “I don’t remember agreeing to put on a show...” 

“Please?” You pout, sitting back on your knees, as you look at him expectantly, “I’ll keep going...” 

His smirk broadens, his hands sort of lingering at his collar, “Are you trying to bribe me?” 

The tone of his voice makes you smile, “Is it working?”  

Yoongi chuckles, the sound heating the surface of your skin, “Unfortunately yeah, think I’d do anything to get me on that bed with you.” 

You’re giggling again, feeling very young all of the sudden, “Well get to it then, I’m getting cold...”

Yoongi bites his lip, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly removes his shirt. Finally seeing the full expanse of his skin, you are leaning forward on your knees a bit, desperate to touch him. His skin looks so soft, his hips flaring out just a bit, his pecks raised slightly to signify his many hours moving boxes in his store.

Just below his collarbone, you see a tiny bit of black script written in Korean, which you assume is for Haneul, and Yoongi immediately confirms your suspicion.

“I got this right before he was born-“ He explains brushing his fingers over it, “It’s held up really well.”

You smile, “It has.”

Yoongi kind of stands there for a moment, looking nervous all over again, before you find your back over to him.

“Hey-“ You whisper, cupping his face, “You’re amazing…ok?”

Yoongi wants to argue with you, feeling insecure at someone seeing him so exposed after so long. But the way your lips tuck in between his own, kill doubt he’s ever had about himself.

At least for the time being.

He’s happy to be kissing you again, and even happier when you say,

“Will you take off my bra for me?”

Clumsily, he removes the garment, throwing it clear across the room in frustration which makes you giggle against his lips.

“It’s stupid-“ He pouts, referring to your bra.

You mirror him as you comb your hands through his hair, “So stupid…”

Moments later, the two of you have finally rid yourself of all of your clothes. Yoongi is hissing between your legs, his latex-covered dick brushing against the thick viscosity of your aching cunt that flutters desperately for him.

“I’m literally throbbing-“ He mumbles into your mouth, as you both continue making out.

You’ve been prolonging it, because you know neither of you will last very long. Your clit is pulsating at the thought of being touched, rubbed, licked, sucked…

Really anything at this point.

And it’s almost torture.

How much you want one another, but how quickly your unification will be.

“Me too-“ You agree, your nails tickling over his back, “I’ve never been this wet for anyone else?”

Yoongi’s eyes darken at that, “No? Are you going to get me wet?” His salacious question is paired with a light thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Mhm…” You mumble, both hands coming up to cup his face, “Will you put it in?”

He groans softly, eyes squeezing shut as he desperately tries to get a hold of himself. He’s nodding, knees fully resting on the mattress as he backs out of your grip.

With a closed fist, he strokes up the length of his dick a few times, his lust-filled gaze zeroing in on you, darker than ever before.

“I’m really not going to last very long- you gotta tell me if you don’t finish for me, ok? I want you to get off so bad…” He grunts, pursing his lips before it turns into a moan as he lines himself up at your pussy.

“I’m not going to either- just tell me when you’re close…” You reach for his hand, preparing for the feeling of him finally filling you up.

For the final time, he stops himself, his gaze flashing with a bit of innocence as he asks, “This won’t be the only time- right?”

He’s checking.

He’s making sure that you plan on sticking around after this winter week from hell is over.

That you’re here for the long haul…

That he isn’t crazy for falling for you so quickly…

And all you offer is a smile, full of promise and full of emotions that you can’t quite articulate just yet, “This won’t be the only time.”

With that, he fills you up. The length of his cock doesn’t reach the depths of you, but the way Yoongi flexes his hips doesn’t compel you to care.

You can see the way your pussy affects him, his lips finding the crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a desperate attempt to keep quiet as he eagerly fucks into you.

“Fuck me.” He whisper hungrily, biting particularly hard when your hips start meeting his, “Pussy’s ‘sso good…”

“Yeah?” You coo softly into his ear, nibbling on the shell of it, “Is it going to make you cum?”

He’s nodding, the sound of his heavy breath catching on the softest of whimpers, knowing full-well that neither of you can make a sound.

“Want you to cum though….” He mumbles drunkenly, one of his hands sliding between your sweaty bodies, “Want to feel you quiver around my cock.”

You have no idea where his mouth is coming from, but you aren’t’ complaining. The fact that your body can make him talk like this only turns you on more.

 “Touch me.” You whisper, spreading your legs even wider, “I’ll cum for you right now…”

His eyes snap towards your own, his pupils nearly taking over his irises, “Yeah?” He hums, the pads of his fingers the pulsing bud at the top of your cunt, “You’ll cum right now for me? All over my dick?”

He’s whispering to you but he’s words feel so loud, and as he starts moving over your clit, you have no choice but to nod as you clamp your hand over your mouth.

He smirks softly, eyes locked onto you as he increases the speed of both his hips and his fingers, “Shhhh- not a sound, ok? Let me see it…”

And Yoongi thinks you put on a better show than any porn star in the business.

He also thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

The way your cunt flutters through your orgasm is too much for him to handle, his body collapsing onto his elbows. He noses your hand away from your mouth once you’re finished, he is looking nervous all over again, like he isn’t ready for what he’s about to feel.

“I’m going to cum so hard—” He whines softly into your mouth, his hips moving unevenly inside of you.

You kiss at his face, offering him a sweet pleasure-induced smile, as your hips begin to meet him half way.

“I want it- can I have it, Yoongi?” You coo, sucking at his bottom lip, “Please?”

And his whole body shudders, his fists curling into the pillows beside you as he sucks at your neck once more, muffling all of the cries that leave his throat against your skin. He empties himself inside of the condom, trembling beneath the weight of his orgasm and, the weakness in his limbs.

He can’t hold himself up any longer, but he slowly rests his body ontop of your own, not wanting to crush you.

Although you’d be glad to bear the weight.

Carding your fingers through his sweaty hair, you gently press kisses against the side of his face, wanting nothing more than to be all over him, even after the two of you had finished.

He’s still shaky, his whole world seemingly turned upside down.

But in the best way.

“Are you alright?” You finally murmur in the silence, kissing his ear

With a low chuckle and muffled chuckle, he responds, “I’m good- good and great actually…”

You grin, feeling overcome with your affection for him, even as you pinch his side.

“G and G… as some people call it.”

“I hate you.” You giggle

But it couldn’t be further from the truth.

This week had changed your life, that much was certain, even if there was so much still in the air.

Yoongi still had a son to worry about, and a business to run.

And you still had business to take over, and a rather fickle mayor to track down.

But you knew that you belonged here.

With Yoongi, with Haneul…

Where the snow falls in Snow Falls.

Even if the world was still so loud, you knew that you’d find a way to quiet it.

And the next morning, lighting up the lock screen on your phone comes from the first part of your new journey.

Email from: Mayor Sweetree

CC: sweetandcompanyY/F/N@sweetandcompany.com

Subject: New Plans and Bad Weather

Body:

Y/N!

So sorry I’ve had to cancel our meeting this week! I’m firmly against doing business during bad weather. Now that the forecast is clearing up, I’d like to get together as soon as possible. How does tomorrow afternoon sound?

Before you agree, I want to know your thoughts on a very important project I’ve been considering for quite some time. Your response will let me know how I should proceed.

What do you think about opening up a new flagship store right here in Snow Falls?

Looking forward to working with you,

Mayor Sweetree  

[zeafeon]

Hey there! I've heard about a PMD&D campaign you're a part of with @azurityarts using the PokéRole system and its PMD module through their various art pieces and a few asks they answered. If you have time, I'd love to hear more about how that's been going, and what you think about the system!

Oh thanks for asking about it! I'd be happy to answer questions about the campaign I'm hosting right now, but for now I'll just give a general recap of what's going on for the players and what the plot currently is.

So the plot so far has been about Shadow Pokemon suddenly appearing, and the players trying to find who is responsible for their sudden appearance. Shadow Pokemon tend to be extremely aggressive and will typically attack non-shadows on sight (with a few exceptions).

The cause of the Shadow Pokemon outbreak came from one of their clients early in the game, when the group was acting as a sort of rescue team instead of investigating the Shadow Pokemon problem. They were around an Absol named Seth, who suddenly became sick after grabbing a treasure deep inside of a dungeon. They escorted him to a town of herbalists who they believed could help cure his sickness, only to find the town wiped out during their time collecting ingredients that the inhabitants needed to cure his illness. They haven't seen that Absol since, but they did find some strange, shadowy feathers in the room he was in...

Since then, the group has been trying to find a way to combat the shadows, and perhaps turn them back to normal. To achieve this, they enlisted the help of a scientist and researcher, a Porygon-Z by the name of Dr. Zed. Zed is currently working on a machine that can be used against the shadows, one he claims will be able to return them to normal. However, the ingredients he needs to make this weapon work are difficult to obtain, so the group has been helping him gather what he needs.

As for the current situation, they are trying to reach Mesprit's lake, which she seems to have turned into a sort of night club beneath a once bustling city, one that has been overrun with Shadow Pokemon.

I can't share much more of the plot at this time without spoiling my players (who will likely see this post), but I will include a few silly doodles my players have made that might not have been posted anywhere!

As for what I think of the system, before this I was running games off of a completely homebrewed system, which, while it worked, it was a bit unstructured and somewhat loose with the rules. Using Pokerole definitely gives our game a more solid foundation for rules and mechanics, but the module itself seems geared around encounters being extremely vicious and hard to survive. The inclusion of things like lethal damage (aka, a move will straight up kill you instead of knock you out), among a few other changes has led to me needing to make adjustments on the fly just to make sure even more basic encounters aren't a wipe. I do like the system! I just feel like it could be better balanced against players dying so often. That being said, I must be doing something right if there's only been one "death" so far! (And by death, I mean the character's fate is currently unknown, they were abandoned and dragged away by a Shadow Luxray, but they didn't find any kind of remains when they went to look for him!)

Anyways, I hope that gives a general overview of what's been going on, I'm always happy to talk about my own projects!

[toffiendfee]

Here is my Secret Santa gift for @fangcyclonelunaheat​! Since you wished for a team or group celebrating Christmas together, I decided to sharpen my pencils and give drawing a shot again - and I went for a scene with the entire Project D. It could almost be their homemade Christmas card, but then you’d have to wonder who took the picture 🤔😂 Mysterious photographer aside, I hope you like your gift, and I wish you a great new year!

And a big thank you to @initialdsecretsanta​ for hosting this event again!

[nightswithkookmin]

RE HOW BIGHIT MARKETS BTS

Thanks for the question dear.

Marketing is for a lot of things but in BTS's case, I'd say the primary goal of marketing them is to expose the entire group and or the individual members to an audience, a particular audience at a time, to brand them in a way that makes them appealing to that target market- to put it simply.

During one of the recent run episodes, when Jimin performed his dance from Serendipity- which I must say, God he is breathtakingly beautiful when he dances. Serendipity and the choreo is my weakness. If I see anything better than that- hold on, there's filter too. Ayayaya.

Stream Serendipity and Filter🔪

Oh and did y'all see JM's bit in Film out? Omg! I'm afraid I'd have to fly to South K to kiss his talented ass morning, afternoon, evening.

Who's coming?

Anywho, when Jimin performed Serendipity on Run and suggested that was the dance the staff was performing, the members- cough RM, quickly pointed out how he was plugging, self promoting (to Run's target audience)

Run has a different demographic.

When Suga talked about them not being funny on their Let's BTS show on KBS the Host pointed out how they were actually funny in their Run episodes.

A lot of Army(who are already fans of BTS or each individual member) watch Run but not all who watch Run are Army or even listen to BTS songs. So any performance of an individual's music or choreo would attract such a 'unique' viewer who might go on to become that member's stan or bias etc.

Similarly, when a member embarks on a solo project they are exposed to a new or unique audience. That's where most of the solo stans come from.

For V, his fanbase are not just made up of people who enjoy him as a musician but as an actor as well.

He has a strong fanbase in SK outside of 'Army' because of his exposure to the Korean market beyond BTS and this comprises of his musical collaborations with Korean Artists and film companies such as his OST Sweet Night on the series Itaewon class.

It's the same with Suga and IU, his Agust D mixtapes which draws in audiences that are not necessarily into boybands, RM's Mono whixh attracts strong hiphop fans, Jimin's dance collaborations with Taemin for example and his contemporary dance performance which attracts people in the world of contemporary dance and ballet- point in case the black swan performance at the end of the year, Jin and Hobi's MCing etc.

All these projects exposes them to unique audiences and markets outside of Army or BTS's own fanbase.

And I think the best way to understand how this is important or how this affects BigHit's marketing approach is to look at their recent YouQuiz interviews.

Jimin, Jhope and JK were paired to attract aspiring dancers or persons who want to be dancers and learn from these three dance leaders of BTS- or at least they were paired to appeal to them in my opinion.

Tae and RM were equally paired to appeal to creatives and creative minds and persons who are more into composing and writing lyrics and are full of passion and musical geniuses.

Jin and Suga were paired to appeal to mature audiences.

Ten out of ten when any pair is paired in BTS it is for marketing reasons to appeal to certain fanbase or audiences and are often strategic moves unless of course it's to balance things out to not create the impression they are promoting subunits within the group in furtherance of the BTS kumbaya agenda- Team over units or solos.

So Jikook are not gonna be allowed to sit together all the time even if they want to, neither would JinKook, or Sope.

They shake and reshuffle sometimes.

And like Tae said in his 2018 VLive, the company decides who they collaborate in or what market to promote them in.

Tae was allowed to collaborate with Adora on his Chrismas song but not Jimin- which to me is very homophobic but it goes to show the company has a say in who they work with and most importantly which market they work in.

For JK, he's been working his way within the American marke and building a strong fanbase internationally from his English covers of Justin Bieber, Troye Sivan, to his collaboration with Charlie Puth, and most recently Jason Derulo in Savage love- that's a lot of English speaking fanbase he's attracting and appealing to outside of Army.

Tae's English mixtape would achieve a similar feat and draw in a lot of English speaking fans.

Bts did the same with dynamite and coldplay's Fix you.

So by allowing JK to work with renowned Japanese Artists and film companies, collaborating and composing original sound tracks for them such as his Your eyes tell OST, Film out, etc. he is appealing to and drawing in a Japanese audience.

As Hobi explained in his 2019 January Vlive, their mixtapes, solo projects, collaborations with Artists outside of BTS are all ways for them to expand their fanbase individually and build their portfolio.

And these new fans are mostly going to be solo stans who stan him for his music composing abilities but of course some may fall in love with BTS as well and go on to become Army so it's a win win situation.

WOULDN'T THE OTHERS OBJECT

Yes and no.

As long as the company isn't pushing him as a soloist outside of BTS and creating a separate brand with him outside of BTS's own brand I don't think the boys would object to it.

That was the problem they had/have with Jikook. In my opinion.

The company branding Jikook, distinctifying them from the group as a 'couple' subunit, selling their chemistry to fans and advertisers really doesn't and didn't sit well with the group. AT ALL.

In my opinion of course.

You can't create a brand within a brand.

It goes against Bang PD's own objective of prioritizing the team over all else which is what sold the members in the first place.

I just think in JK's case, since 2020, they are just trying to help him find himself and his bearing and his purpose.

He's been trying to find himself since 2020 and he'd talked about losing his passion and had had his passion hijacked and commercialized by the company.

He used to say he didn't know what he was going to do with himself and his life and career after BTS- having him work on music videos, directing, composing, reading these are all ways that they are doing right by him if you ask me.

They are helping him not trying to push their own agendas- which is not to say they might not change their minds about it in the future.

JK is an artist being managed by the company and they owe a duty to him to make the right business decisions for him with his consent- can't stress on the consent bit enough.

Personally, I'm happy about Japan because they are and are shaping out to be queer friendly and have a bit of progressive laws and conducive environments for queer artists to flourish in- if coming out would ruin their careers that's one less worry.

Which by the way I hate anyone who peddles this 'coming out will ruin their careers' nonsense because I can tell you one hundred percent that that is rooted in homophobia and it's not OK.

Don't tell that to no queer people shut up. You are not helping.

I know some say that out of genuine concerns for the boys but PLEASE DON'T. Don't use fear to keep queer people hidden and out of sight. Don't promote closet safety. Rhetorics like that only perpetuate queer invisibility and homophobia- do I need to spell it out to your liberal homophobic ass?!

Coming out is entirely up to them regardless of the risk you think is involved. If they want to take it. They'll take it. It's their choice to make regardless of whatever consequence.

That there are or should be consequences is a problem in of itself.

I don't want to hear 'if JK comes out he's been stupid and reckless and putting Jimin's career at risk'

'If he loves Jimin he wouldn't come out'

Go ahead kiss it😌

If he wants to stay closested respect it. If he wants to come out RESPECT IT TOO.

Support him either ways goddammit!

Y'all gone get me bothered like that huh.

JK POTENTIALLY WITHOUT JIMIN

They both have different career objectives.

I know Jimin says JK is imitating him but chilee JK is his own person. Lol.

Jimin plays too much.

He has his own aspirations.

In 2014 Jimin posted this Christmas song he did with JK. In 2020 he posted his own Christmas song without Jk.

It's not hard to see where his interests in music lie as a musician.

JK covered We don't talk anymore by himself and later did a collaboration with Jimin on the same song. He's done Fools with RM- see where I'm going with this?

Suga said he was more likely to write pop songs for JK but write dance songs for Jimin.

Jk said in the Be interviews bang PD advised him to consider dance performances when writing songs as he himself is a dancer too and need to incorporate in his compositions.

They are two distinct artists and at some point it would become necessary to brand, promote and encourage their uniqueness in their professional lives. They don't got to be tethered to each other all the time.

Personally, I don't think BigHit would want to push official subunits within BTS- yet and it's inclination towards Jikook have always been because of their marketing appeal rather than to further a career objective for both of them.

This goes back to the pairing objectives I talked about earlier. If they are going to pair Jikook professionally as an official subunit within the group it wouldn't be because they are a couple and ought to be together all the time but because it is smart for them to do so business wise.

If their pairing isn't commercially profitable they won't be paired at all- unless of course Jikook themselves want and request to be paired in that way. Know what I mean?

They each signed separate contracts with the company from day dot. They didn't sign on as a unit.

Whether or not they've decided they are a package deal I cannot say- yet, as their new contract just came into effect.

We would have to observe how they are being handled by the company going forward.

HE'D NEVER DO IT WOULD HE

Come now sis...

It's not like he's leaving Jimin😅

Jimin and Jhope were equally sent to Japan for promotion purposes without JK.

Out of all seven, Namjoon is the most promoted member in the international Market not just because he speaks English but because he is often made the spokes person for the group in interviews, at awards straight up to the UN.

Look how happy they all were and how chatty they were at the KBS Let's BTS interview.

I mean they all talked about it. About how they can't say much on foreign forums and often step into Namjoon's shadows.

RM is the most recognized and dare I say the most liked member out of all seven in the international market outside Army and their music profession.

In Japan they all have a chance to be front and center at interviews etc.

It just so happens that JK as it stands is the one member pushing to build a portfolio within that market.

Let's pray he gets mainstream and build a strong presence within the music industry there because we all know he's gonna drag Jimin up there with him😏

Just pay attention to the songs he's written and the parts Jimin sings in them- he makes Jimin shine on those songs.

They have so much potential my God.

Let's support them individually and as a unit.

I purple you and sorry I had to respond here.

Stay gold. Let's keep supporting and rooting for our guys.

Signed,

GOLDY