#thank you holly i love doing these and i love when you tag me in them

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The Mrs Clause.

Jackson Joel Miller X Afab!Reader

Named after the 2002 Tim Allen Christmas movie - The Santa Clause 2.

Summary: You and Joel are Patrol partners who have been dancing around your feelings for each other for the longest time. Tommy has had enough of it and decides to intervene, setting Joel and you up as Santa and Mrs Claus.

Warnings/Tags: No smut in this part, but there will be in part two. One use of the word 'cock'. Just a lot of awkwardness from both parties (they're both dumb for each other okay?). Tooth rotting fluff in parts. Tommy being a meddling matchmaking menace, Maria enabling him like the good wife she is. Language (Swearing). Mention of pet loss. Nicknames. Tension. Implied legal age gap (nothing more 25-35 years ish, Joel would be about 57 in this). Reader has breasts and a vagina. Reader wears a skirt and heels but it's part of your costume. No mention of height, weight, skin colour or specific age. Images used in the banner above are just for aesthetic purposes, you are the main character in this fic. If I missed anything let me know!

Divider credit: @strangergraphics thank you for these adorable Christmas dividers! Merry Christmas to you! ❤️🎄

Banner made by me on canva which is why it's a little janky but we move (pls don't zoom in on it lmao)

Joel

It's Christmas time in Jackson! The town Square was beautifully decorated with twinkling fairy lights and leafy garlands with holly and pinecones weaved into them, wrapped around the street lamps. The freshly cut pine tree stood proudly in the centre of it all with more lights carefully spiralling around it and a bright star on top.

While Joel is making his way to his therapy appointment that day, he notices a crowd gathering around the town notice board, everyone is abuzz with excitement about something and his curiosity piques.

Making his way to the back of the small crowd that's formed in a horseshoe around it, he sees Tommy and Maria, with little TJ on her hip, pinning something to the board.

It's when Tommy finishes up and turns around that Joel locks eyes with him. The slow shit eating grin that spreads across his face sends alarm bells ringing in Joel's head.

As Tommy steps out the way for the residents at the front to take a look at the new announcements, the snickers and stares start. People turning and whispering, looking directly at him. Joel's cheeks heat up and his brow furrows into a deep scowl as he muscles his way through the crowd heading straight for his dumbass baby brother.

"What did you do?*The tone is accusatory right off the bat, Joel ain't messing around.

"Well take a look big brother, we're just tryin' to spread a lil holiday cheer around here and I was jus' thinkin', what grizzly old man could I get to be our Santa this year? And then it hit me"

"You didn't."

Joel could punch that grin right off his brother's face right now, as he steps aside and reveals the post pinned to the board. "Oh. I most certainly did."

There in a swirly red and green font, it reads:

🎄 Come and meet Santa Claus! Jacksons 3rd annual Christmas grotto: 12pm - 5pm December 21st. Fun for all ages! 🎄

And then there's a list underneath, containing the names of residents he and Maria have roped into helping.

Santa's Elves. Ellies name amongst them. Tommy must have a deathwish.

The names of the stabled horses next to 'Reindeer'

And then he sees it. His name.

Joel Miller as Santa Claus!

It had to be some kind of joke. Tommy's sick way of getting back at Joel for making him dress up as the easter bunny for Sarah all those years ago.

He rears back in horror, looking at Tommy like he'd just kicked a damn puppy in front of him. "Absolutely fucking not, Tommy! You must be insane to think I'm gonna do this!"

"Oh c'mon it'll be fun! TJ would love to see his Uncle Joel as Santa, wouldn't you, little guy?" Tommy smirks, keeping direct eye contact with Joel as he tickles the baby under his chin.

Maria then chimes in, shifting the giggling little boy in her arms. "Joel I know it's not your idea of fun-"

"Not my idea of fun!? That's a damn understatement if I've ever heard one!"

She holds her free hand up in a placating gesture. "Alright I hear you, perhaps Tommy should have asked first" She glances at Tommy, who's got a faux innocent 'who me?' look on his face now "But, the kids love it and usually we'd ask Richard to do it but he broke his leg a few weeks back out on patrol, so he can't do it this year. We'll make it worth your while, won't we Tommy?" She elbow nudges him in his ribs.

"Oh yeah! I've got a 40 year aged bottle of whiskey with your name on it, unopened. Sound interestin'?"

Tempting. Very tempting. But no, there was no chance he was gonna do all this just for a bottle of whiskey, no matter how good it sounded. "You're gonna have to do better than that, I'm talkin' new gun or knife kinda interestin"

"I knew you'd say that, big brother, which is why..."

Tommy jabs his pointer finger further down the announcement board, showing Joel exactly what else he has to offer to sweeten the deal further.

And there in the same green and red swirly writing. Mrs Claus with your name beside it.

A beat passes and Joel's permanent frown slowly forms into something of a half grin.

The two of you had been patrol partners for months and anyone with eyes could see how hard you were crushing on each other, both of you too chickenshit to make the first move, so here's Tommy and Maria, giving Joel the best early Christmas present he could ask for.

"I'm in."

You

Two days. You had been working tirelessly for two days on your Mrs.Claus costume, trading with the towns sewing circle for any scraps of red velvet you could get your hands on, fashioning the white fluffy edging out of an old blanket. It was far from perfect, it was rushed but there was no way you were going to pass up on this opportunity.

"Alright I'm coming out, no peeking, promise you won't look until I say so?" You call out to Maria, just finishing getting your outfit on in their living room as she waits for you in the kitchen, feeding TJ his lunch at the dining table.

"Cross my heart! Now c'mon show me what you've got, Mrs.Claus!" Maria chuckles and covers her eyes with her hand, giving you the all clear before you step into the kitchen.

It's a two piece outfit, the long sleeve top flaring out at your waist with a slight v-nexk, nothing too risque, the grotto is considered a family event after all. Then there's the skirt, just above knee length, hugging your hips and thighs in all the right places. Paired with a pair of red short strappy heels that you'd managed to borrow from one of the more fashionable Jackson residents, in exchange for some personal supplies for her. For a rush job, you were damn proud of yourself.

"Okay... You can look now!" You exclaim, straightening out an invisible crease on your top.

Maria drops her hand to look, her jaw follows quickly after. "Oh my god! Well hellooo Mrs. Claus!" She wolf whistles playfully. "Santa isn't gonna know what's hit him."

You feel heat creeping up the back of your neck at that particular thought. How Joel would react when he sees you. "Y-yeah? It's not too much is it? I mean I'm not trying to go for sexy, but I'm not not trying if you know what I mean?"

"No it's perfect! Look at Mrs. Claus, TJ doesn't she look beautiful?" Maria attempts to guide the youngest Millers gaze to you but he's too busy chomping down the banana pancakes she'd whipped up for him.

"Ah well... Speaking from experience, the older Miller men are much more attentive. And appreciative." Maria remarks coyly, lips curving into a sly smirk.

The two of you devolve into fits of giggles, not even hearing Tommy arriving home until he enters the kitchen "Ho-ho-holy shit!" Maria says his name in a scolding tone for cursing in front of the baby, he flashes her a guilty grin before continuing "Look at you darlin'! Joel, come take a look at Mrs. Claus!"

Joel. Joel's here with him.

Before you even have a chance to protest, Joel's stepping into the kitchen behind Tommy and right there and then is when you're pretty sure your heart stops.

Jaw slightly slack, brown eyes now near-black as his eyes drag up your body, lingering for a moment too long on your hips and breasts before landing in your face, noting the nervous gnaw of your lip. He clears his throat, forcing himself to act casual, ignoring the twitch of his cock in his jeans. "Y-yeah you... Wow. I mean... Wow.."

Flustered. Joel Miller is flustered. The usually stoic and self controlled aging scavenger is now a bumbling mess, even if he's trying his hardest not to show it.

A knowing look passes between Tommy and Maria, like the irritating old married couple they are, sharing small grins that mirror one another.

"Thanks... I um.. Can't wait to see your costume too!"

Tommy claps Joel on the shoulder with a loud bark of laughter. "Oh I sure am lookin' forward to that too! I think we all are, managed to find a mall Santa outfit a few years back, got the beard and everythin'. Usually it's a little big on Richard but I think Joel here won't have any trouble fillin' it out" He teases, prodding at Joel's soft tummy, earning him a brotherly punch to the arm.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Now it's Joel's turn to be scolded by Maria, giving her the very same guilty smile as Tommy had done previously. The Miller genetics are truly a marvel.

It's the morning of the Christmas Grotto and your nerves are running at an all time high. Putting together the last of your costume, opting for a pair of black tights under your skirt instead of going bare legged what with the fresh snow that had settled in recent days.

Staring at yourself in the bedroom mirror, you had to admit to yourself that you looked hot and with the appraising look you'd received from Joel yesterday fresh in your mind, a big part of you was actually looking forward to today, even if you'd originally been less than thrilled at being put down for the role without being asked. The moment Maria had told you Joel was going to be santa, it had sealed the deal for you. You'd be the best damn Mrs. Claus this town has ever seen.

A little while later, it's go time. You're walking into the mess hall, the tables have been pushed aside to make room for the crowd that will be shuffling in and out. There are townsfolk dotted around dressed as elves and the horses are hitched just outside in a make shift petting zoo with makeshift Reindeer antlers on their heads. That was a cute touch. You're sure they're going to love being fussed over and fed carrots all day long.

At the far end, is the 'Grotto' which is actually just a red back drop hung up on the wall, a chair that's been decorated to look like Santa's throne, a bowl full of homemade candy canes beside it and a Christmas tree with gifts surrounding it. It's nothing special, but at the same time it's perfect No sign of Joel though, yet.

"Well don't you look pretty!" A semi sarcastic voice sounds from your left, Ellie, dressed as an elf, chewing on a candy cane.

You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to stifle the laugh. She looks ridiculous and you can tell she's not happy about being asked to do this.

"Oh my god. Don't tell me Tommy roped you into this too?!"

"Sure did." She grumbles. "But he said Dina would be doing it to so..."

Looks like you're not the only one going along with it because your crush is involved. You give her a knowing smile, glancing around the mess hall. "Is um... Is Joel coming any time soon? People will be lining up in the next twenty minutes or so."

She grins as she takes another bite of candy cane "Oh yeah he's coming alright. Why Tommy thought he was a good fit for jolly old St. Nick, I'll never know! Least he's got the old part down." She trails off as she gets distracted by something over your shoulder, you turn to see Dina walking in, wearing an equally ridiculous elf costume. "Uhhhh gotta run! Good luck today!" Ellie smirks as she darts by you heading straight for her. Subtle.

Soon enough, the line starts to form and Joel is still nowhere to be seen, you're standing beside the throne, shifting from foot to foot, feeling a little anxious that he might not show up now.

And then you hear it.

"Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas!" it's not exactly enthusiastic and Santa has a texan twang but there he is walking in, greeting the townsfolk and children. With the classic costume on, a fake white curly beard with his pink plush lips poking out, the hat tilted jauntily atop his head and a sack over his shoulder.

Why the hell are you attracted to this?

Do you have to add 'Santa kink' to the ever extensive list of kinks you have? Oh god, let's not go there right now.

The faces of the kids in line light up though and seeing the way Joel smiles back under the beard, warms your heart. He's a softie deep down.

"There you are, cutting it fine aren't you Santa?" you murmur to him when he sits down, setting the sack next to him. The way he immediately manspreads and looks good doing it even dressed like this, should be criminal.

Then he gives you an assessing stare, just like yesterday, unable to help himself from subtly checking you out. Subtle to anyone else who might be looking, but to you? You felt like time slowed down right then and there, noting the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. The next five hours were either going to be pure torture or sheer agony. You truly couldn't decide which one.

"Sorry Mrs. Clause. Was doin'a little last minute gift wrappin'" You're about to open your mouth to tell him that maybe he should have a better sense of timekeeping but it's then that Ellie pipes up, cupping her hands either side of her mouth to make her voice louder. "Alright folks, who's ready to meet Santa?"

The next 5 hours were a blur, it was a constant stream of people coming to meet Santa but it was probably the most fun you've had in a long time. Tommy and Maria had set up a few games in the mess hall to make it a real event for the kids of Jackson and he'd procured some disposable cameras to take mementos of the day.

You could have killed that man when he did this though:

"Hey Mr & Mrs Claus! Lemme get a picture of the two of you!"

You'd sighed but you'd take any opportunity to be closer to Joel honestly. You moved closer to the throne, posing beside it with a beaming smile. Apparently that wasn't good enough for Tommy.

"Nooooo get closer c'mon, you're supposed to be a married couple"

"Yeah and also non existent" Joel mutters under his breath so none of the kids hear him, elliciting a giggle from you.

"Hm, what was that Santa?"

"Nothin'!"

You perch on the arm of the throne instead to appease him. "This any better?"

"Nooooo no no! Get closer!"

"How am I s'posed to get any-- oh!"

You squeek as Joel pulls you into his lap, sitting you side ways on one of his thighs.

"This okay Darlin'?" He whispers in a drawl. It's both sweet that he's checking that it's not pushing your boundaries too far but also sexy as hell. You reply with a slow nod

It's your turn to be flustered now, feeling your body temperature rising a little, along with your racing heart. You're having an internal meltdown about being in his lap.

"Earth to Mrs. Claus! Hellooooo!" It's Tommy's voice that snaps you out of it, blinking rapidly as you look up at the camera.

"S-sorry! Yes okay, I'm ready." You cross your legs and lean back into Joel just a tad, feeling his hand slipping around your waist to hold you steady, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth over the velvet there. You wonder if he even knows he's doing it."Take the damn picture Tommy!"

"Alright hold your horses!" Every second in Joel's lap feels like a year. So close, close enough that his intoxicating scent floods your senses, peppermint from the candy canes, coffee and... Sawdust? You think? Would make sense considering his woodworking, you suppose. It's too much, but at the same time it's not enough.

"Alright Mr & Mrs. 3.. 2.. 1.. Say jingle bells!"

You both repeat it, smiling ear to ear as the flash momentarily blinds you.

Before you know it, it's nearly time to call it a day. You were thankful for the small heaters that had been placed nearby, it had started snowing heavily outside now and with the way the mess hall was pretty open, made it chilly. It was bearable though.

Joel had been so sweet with the kids today, it was a side of him you hadn't seen before. A stark contrast to the man you went on patrols with. You knew he was good with kids. Older kids though, like Ellie, but seeing him with the younger kids? Christ. Your ovaries damn near exploded.

Right now he has the last kid on his lap, a little girl with big brown eyes and tight curls. She's possibly the sweetest little thing you've ever seen.

"Alright sweetpea what's your name?"

"Sarah." She answers shyly.

It's then that you notice the way his shoulders tense slightly and the way his eyes get a little glossy. What's that about?

"S-Sarah? Well... Ain't that a pretty name for an equally pretty girl." The momentary hiccup seems to have passed and he's back to being sweet again. "How old are you darlin'?" She screws up her little face as she looks at her fingers trying to figure out how many to hold up before she holds up four of them, looking at who you assume is her mother for confirmation, she just chuckles and nods.

"Four? Well ain't that nice. Now tell me sweetpea, what do you want for Christmas?" So gentle, he's so gentle with the little kids, you really didn't know that there was this side of him hiding in there.

"A dinosaur!" She's come out of her shell a little now, excitedly mimicking a dinosaurs roar, to which Joel roars back and chuckles, this rich deep sound. So fucking cute.

"A dinosaur? Well little missy I'm not sure 'bout gettin' you a real one, I'm sure your momma wouldn't wanna clean up after one buuuuuut--" he reaches down into the nearly empty sack of presents and pulls out a small plushie T-Rex. "Here. Darlin' Merry Christmas."

She squeels with happiness and throws her little arms around his neck, catching him off guard for a moment. You can see the surprise in his wide eyes, but a genuine warm smile graces his lips. "Thank you Santa!" She pulls back, gently taking the plushie from him, holding it up proudly for her mom to see.

"Well you're welcome, sweetpea. G'on now, go show your momma and have a Merry Christmas... Sarah." The way he says her name, almost wistful, he watches her clamber off his lap, running to her mom to show her the gift she got, there's this longing look that you don't recognise in him.

"Joel?" You ask, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

His head snaps in your direction, immediately changing his demeanor to a happier one, whether it's forced or not, you don't know. "God, sorry Darlin'! I was miles away."

"You okay?"

"Hm? Oh yeah, course I am! Just... Been a long day is all. You okay? It's getting cold in here."

You smile at the way he's concerned about you, shaking your head softly. "I'm fine, not really feeling it"

"Now why don't I believe that?" He does a little smirk under the beard as his eyes rake over you quickly, it making your heart do a little flip. "Here." Before you can protest, he's taking off his red jacket, handing it to you as he's left in a fitting white tshirt underneath, suspenders holding up the pants. The little roundness of his tummy is something else. You were never a fan of overly muscular guys, you'd seen the magazines from before. Jacked up men with washboard abs just wasn't your thing. This though? The dad bod he was rocking was absolutely your thing.

"T-thank you." the waiver in your voice does nothing to hide how much he's effected you. It's not fair. You put the jacket on around your shoulders and it feels as though you've been enveloped by his scent. It's dizzying and addictive.

By 6pm, all the helpers had the mess hall cleared and back to how it was before, the tables back in place and the shutters down to stave off the snow storm that was picking up outside.

You'd stayed behind to help Maria dismantle the 'Grotto' while TJ slept in his stroller, Joel was still here, Santa hat and beard now gone, much to your slight disappointment. He was busy talking to Tommy, they seemed to be sharing a moment. Tommy's hand is on his shoulder, gently squeezing it with a sympathetic look on his face, you can't make out what they're saying but whatever it is seems deep.

Maria notices you looking, smiling to herself before she speaks. "So... You gonna finally make a move or what?"

With wide eyes you turn your attention to her. "Maybe keep your voice down?"

She chuckles lightly "Oh honey they can't hear us from all the way over there. C'mon... What's stopping you? He likes you. You like him. Just go for it."

"Okay but what if things don't work out? Jackson isn't that big y'know? Imagine bumping into your ex every day. Awkward."

"Don't have to imagine. Before Tommy got here I dated one of the guys on patrol and sure it was awkward at first but we're all adults, I moved on and married Tommy and he's moved on too. It's not a big deal. You know what I think though?"

"No but I'm sure you're about to tell me" You huff in amusement through your nose, putting away the last of the props into a box.

"Damn right I am. I think you're afraid and making excuses. Just like he is. You're focusing on the negatives like 'what if it ends badly' instead of 'what if it never ends?' and that is what you should be thinking about. Seriously. You'll regret it if you don't at least try."

"See you back at the house Joel!" Ellie calls out to him as she leaves with Dina. Tommy and Maria had left a short while ago when TJ started getting fussy. So now, under the twinkling lights above you, you're left alone together with Maria's words swimming around in your head.

'What if it never ends?' she'd said it so simply, like you'd get your fairytale ending. Of course she hadn't meant it like that. Not in this world, not in this life. But, if it meant you could have just a fraction of a fairytale ending? Maybe she was right about making the leap.

So as you wring your hands nervously, your feet are moving you towards him of their own accord. He's crouched down rifling through the present sack, just in the exit doorway. You stop just behind him.

"Joel? You got a minute before you leave?"

"Oh! Yeah actually, I um..." He pulls something out of the sack, putting it behind his back as he rises to his feet, knees creaking as he does so. "I wanted to talk to you to... I uh..." His brow is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He's nervous too. "I... Got you somethin... It's not much but..."

And then he pulls out a small gift wrapped box from behind his back, tied up with a red bow and everything. Your eyes soften when you take it from him, fingertips brushing against his accidentally.

"Joel... You didn't have to get me anything... I... I didn't get you anything. I feel bad now!"

"Pfft. Don't be silly darlin'. I did this cause I wanted to, not because I felt like I had to. C'mon open it." He gives you that lopsided grin that makes him even more handsome somehow, rocking back on his heels absentmindedly.

You oblige, carefully unwrapping the bow, tearing away the paper, all the while you feel his eyes on you watching and waiting. When you lift the lid off the box, you let out a small surprised chuckle. Gently lifting the gift out to admire it.

A small carved and painted chocolate labrador dog. Just like your childhood pet. You remembered telling him about her on one of your patrols, Lana was her name. You'd lost her in the initial days of the outbreak and thought about her often. It had been months since you'd told him about her and he'd remembered. Even going as far as carving her name onto the base. You feel your eyes misting over as you take it in, it's possibly the best gift you've ever received.

"Joel I-- it's... It's beautiful. You... You made this for me?"

His shoulders relax a little as he sees the way your expression shifts, he was worried he'd upset you. It was a risk because all he wanted was to make you happy.

"Yeah I did... That's um... That's actually why I was almost late today. Was putting the finishing touches to it, wanted it to be perfect. Y'know... Like you are."

"L-like I am?" You gaze lifts from the carving in your hand to meet his own. Staring back at you with those soft brown eyes that you just want to get lost in.

As he takes a small step forward, encroaching into your personal space, it feels like the room just became too small. More intimate than it was before. Nothing has changed and everything has changed. "Yes. Like you darlin'. You... You're..." He reaches up, softly brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, making your breath catch in your throat. "You're perfection"

That's when you see it, above the two of you in the doorway. Mistletoe. You'd wondered how you'd missed that. It was like it had just appeared out of thin air, but more than likely it was a part of Tommy's meddling because it definitely wasn't there before.

He follows your gaze upwards, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Well would ya look at that."

You can't help the small chuckle of disbelief that leaves you. "Yeah would you look at that. You planning on doing anything about it, Miller?"

Now his gaze his dropped back to you, drawing your face in closer to his. His voice dropping to a low whisper. "Don't have to tell me twice, darlin'"

The moment your lips touch his, you feel like you're floating on air. It's reverent and slow, tilting his head with yours as he savours the taste of your lips. His big hand engulfing your cheek, thumb stroking over it with a tenderness that you hadn't initially expected from him.

You blindly set the carving down on the ledge beside you so you can wrap your arms around his neck as his free hand slides downwards to your lower back, holding you against him as the kiss deepens and evolves into something more desperate.

It's all consuming. Everything you could have hoped for. He's everything you hoped for.

There under the mistletoe and twinkling lights. Santa and Mrs Claus. Sharing their first kiss.

Part two coming soon!

Tagging my moots, happy holidays my lovelies:

@drewharrisonwriter @baronessvonglitter @joelmillerisapunk @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @bitchwitch1981 @kirsteng42 @morallyinept @cheekychaos28 @itwasntimethatdidit40 @almostempty

Special mention to @lovely-vamp-princess added a part about Joel's tummy in there just for you ;D

If you'd rather not be tagged lmk and a big thank you if you do read 💜

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader

summary : reader is tom’s gf and stars in the new A Good Girls Guide to Murder (book to tv adaptation) as Andie Bell

warnings : none besides reader playing a dead girl in a tv series

a/n : i can’t believe i caved…. BUT IDC THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE 😼

also everyone in the orginal casting for aggtm is the same (except andie ofc)

and ofc i just wanted to tag and say thank you to my fav people on here 🫶🏻 yall are one of the main reasons why i did this 💗 @ghostfacd @marvelsswansong @goosita @maysileeewrites i love yall!!!

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tomblyth so proud of you my darling ❤️

↳ ynuser i love you

↳ user1 STOP I CANNOT

ememyers my fav dead girl 🫶🏻

↳ ynuser PLS PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM ACTUALLY DEAD

user1 ur literally the only one who could play andie

user2 slayed the house down houston i’m deceased

user3 please tell me you read the series before auditioning

↳ ynuser yup i did 😼

↳ tomblyth you’re such a bookworm 🙃

user4 PLS TOM CALLING HER A BOOKWORM THEY’RE SO CUTEEEE

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↳ ynuser always 🤍

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user5 pls if i was tom i would be weary of y/n and rahul bc they’re a little too friendly

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rachelzegler gonna read the books just so i can watch this show

↳ ynuser rachel in her bookworm era??

user7 slay

user8 MOTHERRRRR

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ynuser you make me so happy

↳ tomblyth and you make me the happiest man alive

↳ user1 pls i want what they have

ynuser also can we pls talk about how happy i was to see the eiffel tower 😭😭

↳ user2 the video he posted of you squealing when the tower shimmered 🥺

user3 can y/n fight? bc the all black fit is doing something to me

↳ ynuser my mom made me take karate when i was 7

↳ user3 OHHHH?????

user4 god i love my parents

rachelzegler where was my invite???

↳ joshandresrivera leave the love birds alone babe

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user5 rachel just like me fr

user6 tom NEEDS to put a ring on it before i do

rachelzegler just posted on their story!

ynuser trailer for aggtm is out now!! go watch it 🤍🕵🏻‍♀️

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user2 y/n was born to play andie

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↳ rahulpattni27 she truly did!!!

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user3 tom and rahul interacting??? oh my

user4 SLAY

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oliviarodrigo can’t wait to watch!!! i miss you

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The Five Times Colt Seavers Almost Kisses You (and the One Time He Does) — Part 6 (Final)

Pairing: Colt Seavers x reader

Description: The one time Colt Seavers kisses you — or, rather, the first time.

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.6k

Tag List: @strangedeerconnoisseur, @icantwaittoliveandlearn, @moonlightandstarshimmer, @chemococktailonthehouse, @1word (sending directly to the rest because Tumblr isn't cooperating)

Author’s Note: Well, folks, we've come to the end of this fic, and I hope it's everything you've all been waiting for. I can't express how much your kind words and amazing feedback has meant to me, and it has truly shaped this fic in more ways than you know. I'm really going to miss writing this fic, soooo........ if y'all are interested in a little epilogue, I'm up for that ;) Thank you all, and I hope you enjoy!!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

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Colt can’t get out of the camera crew’s station fast enough. He’s been searching for you all morning, but Holly finally pressed a note in his hand, telling him that you asked her to pass it on to him. He instantly searches for a quiet place where he can read your note, dreading what it might say.

Yesterday shook him up, in more ways than one. Staring down the headlights of a train while Elijah Gordon pushed him to stay a few more seconds was terrifying even for him. Seeing you engage in a showdown with Gordon himself in front of the entire crew was so completely unexpected and selfless that he hasn’t been able to get it out of his mind. No one has ever stood up for him like that.

The more he’s thought it over, the more he’s realized that he’s been blind. Blind to your feelings, blind to your sincerity, blind to the fact that he’s been on the verge of his sweetest dream come true. He’s been pushing you away because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you, but after what happened yesterday, he’s starting to realize that doesn’t matter.

He keeps remembering the look in your eyes when you were in the tent together. The gentle way your fingertips stroked his hair, the soft skin of your neck against his lips, the way you held him as if he were designed to fit in your arms. If your fierceness in defending him didn’t convince him that he needed to wake up and confess his love for you, the heated look in your eyes did. His plan upon finding you has been to simply pour out his heart and see if you’re still willing to accept him after everything that’s happened.

Colt finally finds an empty bench a few stations down from the camera crew, and he unfolds your note carefully. A gentle smile crosses his lips when he sees you’ve scribbled it by hand, your artistic handwriting scrawled in green ink across a piece of office paper. The smile slowly fades, though, as he scans the contents of your letter.

Dear Colt,

I’m sorry to leave without saying goodbye, but I figured we’ve already said a lot of things that are more important than goodbyes. I want you to know that I’m not leaving because you hurt me or because I’m angry with you. I just think it’s best this way, for both of us.

I quit my job last night as Gordon’s set director. After everything that’s happened, I just can’t work for him. I’ve already had a few offers back in L.A., so I’ll be fine. I wish you the best as you finish the movie. You really are the best stuntman in the business, and I hope you stay safe.

I’ve already told you most of what I feel, so I won’t beat a dead horse any more. Still, in case I haven’t told you enough, I want you to know that the time I’ve spent with you has been the happiest I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know why you’re so dead-set on believing you’re not good enough for me. That thought has never entered my mind and never will. You’re the best person I know. When I look back on my memories of love, I will always think of you. Whatever you think you’d be holding me back from, it doesn’t matter to me half as much as you do. Please believe that.

I wish you all the best, and I hope one day our paths might cross again. Until then, thumbs up and happy landings.

Colt squeezes his eyes shut once he’s finished reading the letter, fighting the urge to crumple the piece of paper into a ball. How could you have been so stupid? his inner monologue chides him. How could you not have recognized unconditional love when it was staring you in the face?

The memory of your touch hits him like a knockout punch. Suddenly, every moment the two of you have shared comes back to him in excruciating detail. Smudging paint on each other’s faces. Walking you back to your hotel room. Flirting with you at the club. The look in your eyes when you ran to him after the train stunt. Your hands on his face, in his hair.

Setting his jaw, Colt glances at his watch. 7:42 AM. If he can figure out where you’re leaving from, he can catch you in time. There are a lot of things he needs to say before it’s too late, and now, for the first time, he’s ready to say them.

He folds the paper, tucks it into his pocket, and starts running.

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You grip your steering wheel with white-knuckled hands. The sun has already risen over the mountains in the distance, but the beauty of the landscape is the furthest thing from your mind.

You can’t believe you actually left. You’ve never quit a job before, especially one as high-profile as this one. But you just couldn’t take it. You couldn’t work for someone who would so carelessly risk the life of one of their employees. Especially when you happen to be in love with that employee.

You haven’t told anyone but Holly (and Gordon, of course), and she understood. She also promised to pass along your note to Colt.

Writing that note is the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. You wrote eight versions of it before settling on the one you passed to Holly. The most painful part was knowing that that note may be the last time you ever communicate with Colt. Saying exactly the right thing was vital, and you finally felt satisfied with the ninth version, which included a lot less poetic verse and a lot more explanations of why you were really leaving.

The airport is looming on the horizon, and a wave of emotion sweeps over you, biting at the backs of your eyes. What was the point of knowing him if this is how it has to end?

You can’t stop replaying your memories with him as you pull closer to the airport parking lot. Things started out so simple and easy between the two of you — making each other laugh, sitting together at lunch, cheering on each other’s projects — but once the tension between you started heating up, maintaining a friendship has seemed almost impossible. You thought you could handle it, but it turns out you’re not strong enough to face Colt every day if you can’t express your love for him openly.

You pull into a parking space, facing the vast grassy field that leads to the plane runway. A passenger jet soars into the air, leaving a trail of jet stream behind. You’ll be aboard one of those planes within the hour, and maybe when you get to L.A., you can leave all your sorrows behind you.

You’re still trying to muster the strength to climb out of the car and drag your suitcase to the airport, when something… odd catches your eye. On the busy street leading up to the airport entrance, a vehicle is moving too fast to be driven by a normal person. The truck rounds the corner to fly up the airport drive at top speed, and your heart constricts.

That’s Colt’s truck.

All your attention is suddenly laser-focused on that familiar GMC pickup, and before you know what you’re doing, you’ve leaped out of your car and started running as fast as you can towards the driveway. A few seconds later, Colt’s truck pulls to a stop on the side of the drive, and he jumps out without even bothering to turn the truck off.

The fifteen seconds it takes you to get halfway across the grassy field feels like an eternity, and by the time you’re halfway, Colt has already cleared the distance. He sweeps you into his arms, holding you off the ground as you try to catch your breath, completely overwhelmed by this grand gesture.

He came for me. He couldn’t let me leave without saying goodbye. It’s not over yet.

You’re content to stay like that, suspended off the ground and feeling his heartbeat pound against your chest, but Colt carefully sets you back on your feet and holds you at arm’s length. His face is a jumble of a thousand emotions, more than you’ve ever seen from him in all the time you’ve known him. He’s breathing hard from his enthusiastic sprint across the greenway, but his eyes are illuminated by his excitement at catching you in time.

“Colt—” you start, gripping his forearms as if he’s going to disappear.

He shakes his head, cutting off whatever you were about to ask. “I’ve been wrong. I’ve been so wrong.”

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, trying to make sense of his words. “Colt, how did you find me here?” you ask.

“I got your note,” he tells you. “Holly told me how to find you.”

“Don’t you have to be on set?”

“Actually, I’m not filming anymore.”

You can’t hide your confusion. Colt isn’t working on the movie anymore? What kind of insane coincidence could this be? “What?” you squeak, gripping his arms even harder. “Please tell me you didn’t quit because I did!”

Colt shakes his head, which relieves you. “Tom quit the movie last night,” Colt explains, his eyes never leaving yours. “Called Gordon and told him he was sick of taking orders and wasn’t working for him anymore. I’d say it had something to do with you taking Gordon to task yesterday,” he adds with something that sounds a little like humor. “Tom doesn’t want something like that reflecting badly on him.”

You laugh in pure disbelief, amazed at the turn of events you could never have expected. “Well, I never thought I’d be grateful to Tom Ryder for anything,” you say honestly, and Colt laughs with you, genuine joy behind his eyes. You search his face for answers about why he has rushed to the airport to see you. You begin, “Listen, you didn’t have to come all this way just to tell me—”

“I did,” Colt says definitively. “Believe me, I did. Because what I have to say isn’t something that can be done long-distance.”

Your heart drops. This is it. After all this time, you’re about to hear the words that you know are true, the ones you’ve been waiting for, from his own lips.

“Colt…”

Colt takes a step backwards, his hands falling from your arms to hold your hands between the two of you. The look in his eyes can only be described as utter sincerity.

“I have been so wrong about selling you short,” he says softly, emotion threatening to break through his voice. “I keep putting you on this impossibly high pedestal and believing that you’re way too good for me. I thought you could never feel what I feel because I don’t see myself the way I see you. To me, you’re every wonderful thing that ever existed.”

Tears spring into your eyes at his words, so totally without guile. “Are you serious?” you whisper.

“Absolutely serious.” His eyes blaze with an intensity you haven’t seen before, and his grip on your hands grows tighter as he says, “Listen, I’ve never said this to anyone in my life, but… I love you.” Colt stops, his voice catching in his throat when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you on set painting that triple-sized stop sign.” You both laugh at the memory, relieving some of the overwhelming emotion.

He keeps going. “I’m so in love with you it actually scares me,” he finishes, “because nothing has ever meant so much to me as getting this right. I can’t keep holding it back, and you deserve to know. It’s killing me.”

“Colt…” It’s as if you’ve forgotten every word but his name.

Still, Colt presses on, trying to get three months’ worth of communication out in three minutes. “I’m not asking anything in return,” he tells you insistently. “If you still want to go, I won’t stop you. You don’t need to say or do anything, but I just had to get this out. After yesterday, with the train stunt almost going wrong, and you telling Gordon off, and then when you told me you love me and want to be with me no matter what, I don’t know… it just sort of woke me up.”

Your eyes brim with tears again, and you squeeze his hands, giving him an encouraging smile to keep going. You can feel his pulse in his hands, flying as fast as the jet planes soaring over the nearby mountains.

“I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want you to be stuck with a guy like me.” Colt can’t seem to stop the avalanche of words spilling out of his mouth, every one as sweet as honey to your ears. “I keep imagining this amazing future for you and thinking that I’m only going to hold you back and get in the way. I’m still not sure it wouldn’t be that way, but… I’m not the only one who gets to make that decision.” His voice thickens with emotion again. “No one has ever cheered me on the way you do. No one has ever supported me with everything I do, and made me feel like I actually have a chance at real love. But you’re different. You make me feel like I can do anything, and if you still want me after all we’ve been through, I’m yours.”

The look in Colt’s eyes is enough to make your knees feel weak, and you throw yourself forward to steady yourself, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Colt’s instant embrace is more welcome than you could have imagined.

“Of course I want you,” you whisper in his ear. “Just you, no strings attached.”

Colt holds you against him for a few moments, long enough that a plane takes off from the landing strip and zooms far enough away that it doesn’t drown out his words. Finally, carefully, he pries himself out of your arms and holds you at arm’s length, his hands on your waist. “Look, I can’t promise that it’ll be easy,” he continues in a rush. “I’m a stuntman. Life is scary and dangerous and all that.”

“I don’t care about that,” you answer honestly, beaming through your tears. “If it’s what you love doing, there’s nothing I want more than for you to do it. I can handle it.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve never… I’ve never had a serious relationship before. Everything will be new for me, and I’m going to make a ton of mistakes.”

Colt’s eyes are misty, too, and your heart is so full of joy that it feels like it will burst. You know it must be radiating from your face, because Colt starts grinning back at you, seeming to sense how much you’ve been aching to hear these words from him.

“So am I,” you insist, your hands fluttering back and forth from his face to his shoulders over and over. “Mistakes are just part of a relationship. As long as we communicate and stay committed, we’re not going to fall apart just because of a few mistakes.”

Colt nods, flexing his fingers against your waist as his smile overtakes his entire face. Still, he doesn’t lose control: he seems to be holding back until he’s finished saying everything that’s been building up over the months. You’re more than happy to let your gaze wander over his wonderful face, to bask in the fact that Colt Seavers loves you back and isn’t going to let you go.

“There’s one more thing,” he says gingerly. “I… I don’t really have a lot of grand aspirations for the future. I’m a stuntman because that’s what I love doing, but there aren’t a lot of ways to move up the ladder. I’ll be doing stunts until I’m dead or until I can’t anymore, so basically, my future is just to be a working-class guy. I’ll just be an unknown stuntman.” He hesitates at the end of his speech, as if he honestly believes this could be a problem for you.

You want to laugh in sheer glee, but you hold back so Colt won’t think you’re taking his seriousness lightly. “If that bothered me,” you inform him, moving your thumbs lightly against the sides of his neck, “I would never have fallen in love with you in the first place. Colt, I’m not exactly shooting for the stars myself as a set decorator. Sure, I may have a chance to work on even bigger films, and it can always open up some new opportunities, but I’m not doing this to climb the ladder either. If we’re both working-class professionals for the rest of our lives, that’s fine with me. As long as I have you in my life, I don’t care what kind of life it is.”

Colt’s eyes finally brim over with the tears he has valiantly been holding back. His hands are trembling against your waist, and he ducks his head so you won’t see how much this confession has affected him. You pull him close to you again, resting your head just below his chin while he squeezes you tightly enough to take your breath away. This is what heaven must be like.

He’s whispering something against the top of your hair, so low you can barely hear it. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I do,” Colt replies, the regret in his voice obvious. “I haven’t been able to make up my mind about what to do because all this has been in the back of my head. I should have just come clean with you the first time you ever let me know how you feel.” He lifts your head with his fingers under your chin, meeting your tear-stained gaze with one of his own. “It would have saved you all this heartbreak,” he whispers.

You smile up at him, resting your hand on his cheek. “What’s love without a little heartbreak?” you tease him. “That’s how you know it’s real.”

Colt finally returns your smile, his shoulders relaxing as if he suddenly believes that this is real. “I promise I won’t break your heart again,” he says solemnly.

“I believe that.” And you do.

Colt is looking into your eyes with all the passion of the ocean in a storm, and you can feel the blush in your cheeks building just from the way he’s looking at you. You’re suddenly hyper-conscious of his hand that’s still resting under your chin, tilting your head back to look deep in your eyes. The hand that is slowly, ever so slowly, bringing your face closer to his.

Colt hesitates for a moment when your lips are just inches apart. You’ve been here so many times, so close to a kiss, and have parted every time. This time, however, you know his heart is beating for you alone, and you feel like you have all the time in the world to savor this moment.

His gaze flickers down to your lips, and his breath seems to double its pace as he considers what he’s about to do. He lifts an eyebrow at you, as if asking, Are you ready? Your smile tells him all he needs to know, and finally, finally, Colt closes the endless distance between you.

The moment your lips meet his, your heart whispers, This is what you were made to do. Colt’s kiss is everything gentle and passionate, his lips moving slowly against yours in a rhythm that is so incredibly natural. His hands find landing spots on your back when you tighten your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him as he deepens the kiss.

Every last circuit in your brain is exploding in the sweetest way possible. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? you wonder, and Colt pulls away from your mouth at that exact moment, fixing his eyes on yours with an expression that tells you he’s wondering the same thing.

The separation only lasts a moment, though, because now that Colt has had a taste of your lips, he can’t get enough. He kisses you again, and again, and again, and again, until you’re both so out of breath you wonder if you’ll ever recover. His hands move up and down your back, clutching your body so tightly against his that you’ve started breathing in rhythm with each other. You can taste salt on his lips, and you have no idea if it’s from your tears or his.

Just when you think you’re about to drown in the sweetest possible way, Colt presses one more soft kiss against your lips, then pulls back so you can breathe. You find yourself gasping for air and aren’t surprised to see him doing the same. Your hands stay on his shoulders as they heave up and down, and he doesn’t loosen his hold on you for a second.

“Colt…” you sigh, your lips feeling like they’ve actually changed shape, “I’ve dreamed about this so many times. You have no idea.”

He inclines his head toward you, resting his cheek against yours. His beard scratches your skin in a way that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. “Me, too,” he whispers against your cheek.

“Promise me this is real.”

“It’s real,” Colt assures you, dipping his head so he can press a kiss against the skin right below your ear. “Realer than anything I’ve done in my life.”

You feel like your body is about to sail into orbit at the contact, and you grip Colt’s broad shoulders even harder as his lips move down your neck, across your throat, down to your collarbone. You know you’re making breathless sounds that betray how much he’s exciting you, but you are far past the point of caring.

With every kiss, it’s as if Colt is repeating the words he said just a few moments ago: I love you. I love you. I love you. One of his hands moves from your lower back to cradle your chin, tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

“I’ve been aching for you,” he murmurs close to your ear. “Burning for you.”

His words inspire an entirely new shiver down your spine, one that makes you stand on your toes and arch even further into his arms. All you can manage to choke out is, “I love you so much… so much…”

You slide one hand into his hair, remembering how he reacted the last time you did that. Right on cue, Colt lets out a soft sound that makes every inch of your skin erupt into goosebumps. He goes still in your arms, his mouth still on the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. You run your fingers through his hair with firm but gentle strokes, reveling in the way he seems to melt in your arms.

After a few moments of it, Colt finally straightens again, his intense gaze locked on your face. You leave one hand in his thick hair and let your other wander to his face. Using just your fingertips, you trace his forehead, his cheekbone, his nose, his lips, his jaw, everything you’ve been dying to touch. Colt’s eyes flutter closed at your touch, as if he’s about to come undone right before your eyes. Your heart leaps when he leans his head to the side, leaning in to your touch.

You choose to copy his actions, rising up to press your lips to his pulse point, right below his neck. The way Colt’s hands on your waist flex in response tells you you’ve found something he likes. You trail your way up until you’re peppering kisses behind his ear, then on his cheek, on his nose, on both his closed eyelids.

At the sensation of your kisses on his face, Colt opens his eyes and smiles at you. It’s a new smile this time, one that speaks of a new emotion he’s feeling for the first time. Peacefulness. Assurance.

Colt raises his hands to frame your face, tucking the strands of hair that he’s pulled loose back behind your ears. His voice breaks when he says softly, “I may never find the right words to tell you how I really feel about you, but I promise I’m going to take every opportunity to try.”

You rest your hands on his chest, grinning as you reply, “We’ve got the rest of our lives for you to think of the right words. I’ve heard all the ones I need to know what you mean.”

Colt’s eyes are brimming over with the love he’s been demonstrating, the adoration, the gratitude, the sheer bliss of sharing this moment with the one person he’s been waiting all his life for. “You’re everything to me…” he murmurs, lowering his lips to touch yours again. “I’ve never…” he restarts, only to interrupt himself with another kiss. “No one has ever…”

He doesn’t even try to finish the last sentence, and your lips are meeting in a gentler kiss, one that calms the fire you’ve been building for the last little eternity. His lips are so soft against yours, coaxing things from you but never demanding. Colt’s hands stroke through your hair and down your spine, holding you close against his chest protectively. You can feel every breath he takes, every movement that reveals how wrapped up he is in feeling you with him.

Another deafening jet plane roars over your heads, but neither of you take the slightest bit of notice.

Colt finally slows your kiss down, pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth and leaving one of his hands to tangle in your hair. He doesn’t pull away, just lets his lips linger on your jaw, as he asks casually, “So, Sofonisba, are you still flying out?”

“Sofonisba?” you repeat, words slowly drifting back into your brain.

“I was running out of artist nicknames,” Colt explains, a husky edge still noticeable in his voice. “Had to look that one up.”

You grin at him, though he feels it rather than sees it. “I don’t have to fly out. I don’t exactly have somewhere to be.” You snuggle closer to him, not quite ready to leave his comforting embrace. “Haven’t even gotten my ticket yet.”

Colt hums in approval at that, the sound lingering on your skin. “In that case,” he suggests softly, “what do you say to some coffee?”

“Can’t think of anything I’d like better,” you say honestly.

Colt returns your smile, pulling you forward for one last, reverent kiss to your lips. Then he wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the two of you gaze off into the distance, where another plane soars into the sky over the mountains.

You don’t know what lies ahead for you, and you know Colt doesn’t either. But you are assured of one thing now, and that is that you’ve found the man you were made to be with. All it takes is one glance up into his eyes to know that he’s confident of the same thing.

That’s more than enough for you.

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Epilogue

[pedrospatch]

when i’m feeling alone, you remind me of home

Javier Peña x DEA Agent Female Reader

summary: Spending Christmas in Bogotá, Colombia isn’t ideal. Javier knows you’re missing home a little harder than usual, so he comes up with a plan to cheer you up.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. minor deviation from canon timeline (had to make it work), reader is an agent for the DEA, NO AGE SPECIED, NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, reader understands and speaks spanish but no mention of her race or ethnicity, friends to lovers trope, reader celebrates christmas, reader has a good relationship with her family, minor smoking and alcohol consumption (both reader and javi), reader’s a bit rough around the edges sometimes. fluff, soft javi, he’s a bit of a grinch in the beginning though. switches in pov’s and tenses.

*ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS AT THE END.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: thank you to @hellishjoel for inviting me to join in on this fun project!

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist

Javier Peña doesn’t do Christmas.

He especially doesn’t do Christmas in Bogotá.

He doesn’t see the point even acknowledging it.

There are more important things on his mind.

Capturing Pablo Escobar.

Dismantling the dangerous Medellín Cartel.

Living long enough to tell the fucking tale.

Those were his priorities while in Colombia.

Not decking the halls with boughs of holly.

And yet, there he is, fighting with a string of bright and colorful lights, wishing these damn things would put themselves on the tree. “Puta madre,” Javi curses underneath his breath as he tries untangling them from around his waist. Somehow, he only makes it worse. He grumbles, “This is fucking ridiculous—it shouldn’t be this fucking hard throwing lights on a goddamn fucking tree—” He pauses, spins around to find where he’d gone wrong and then continues grouching to himself. “Can’t believe people do this fucking shit for fun. Stupidest thing I’ve ever—”

Javi manages to free himself and glances down at his watch to see he’s running out of time—it’s past five now, and unless Messina’s in one of those bad fucking moods of hers and decides to dump some last minute paperwork onto your desk, then you’re going to be walking through the front door soon.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep and frustrated sigh.

He’d been an idiot to decline Connie’s offer to help him when she had dropped off the decorations for him earlier that afternoon.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” she had asked as she handed him the cardboard box overflowing with festive ornaments and tinsel. “I have a couple of more hours before I have to be at the clinic, you know. I can help you set it all up for her, make it all nice and pretty.”

“Thanks, but I’ve got it handled,” he’d replied. “I’m sure it won’t take me too long to put some—is this fucking fruit?” Confused, Javi shifted the box over to his hip, pulling out a string of dried oranges and red cranberries. “Um, what the hell is this for? This supposed to be a snack for me while I decorate?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a homemade garland.”

“It’s a homemade what now?”

“Garland, Javier. It goes on the tree.”

Amused, he’d raised an eyebrow at her.

“Fruit going back onto the tree? That’s ironic.”

Sighing, Connie rolled her eyes at him once more.

“Last chance. Do you want my help or not, Javi?”

“I appreciate it, but like I said, I’ve got it handled.”

She’d shrugged. “Alright, suit yourself, then.”

Little did he know how he’d regret his decision. It’s a bigger headache than he thought it would be, an incredible waste of valuable time he could’ve been using to hunt down new leads, do the job he came here to do and find Pablo Escobar. Then again, the more he thinks about it, the more Javi realizes this isn’t a waste of his time at all—not really.

Because he’s doing this for you.

Because he knows you love Christmas.

Because he knows you’ve been feeling homesick.

The season you normally adored was bringing you nothing but heartache this year. There is a void—a hole in your heart that only your family could fill.

“Messina denied my request for time off,” you had told him, taking a drag of his cigarette—you’re not much of a smoker, but he’d learned that tended to change on occasion when you were upset. “Said it isn’t fair to let me go home for Christmas. That I’m not the only one who wants to be with their family. And I get it. I do.” Sighing, you took a second drag and then handed the cigarette back to Javier; he’d put it between his lips, the taste of cherry flavored lip gloss that lingered on the filtered tip prompting a craving stronger than his craving for nicotine. “It was selfish of me to even think of taking time off. I just—I miss spending Christmas in my hometown, you know? Waking up to snow outside my window in the mornings. Building snowmen with my sister, hurling snowballs at my brother. I miss my mother and her cooking. I miss my father and how even at our age, he still insists on pretending to be Santa.”

Laughing, Javier leaned forward on his stool.

You’d asked him to meet you at your usual spot—a quiet lounge bar right around the corner from your apartment. When he walked in and saw the scotch in front of you on the table, he’d known something was wrong. You’re not much of a drinker, either.

“Does he eat the cookies and drink the milk too?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest, a little grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. He tried not to let his gaze longer there too long—he’s just one man. There was only so much strength he could muster to keep fighting the temptation.

“Of course. He takes his role very, very seriously.”

Despite your smile, he’d noticed it right away.

The unmistakable sadness in your eyes.

You were tough as fucking nails.

In this line of work, you had no choice but to be.

But Javier knew your family was your weakness.

His weakness?

His weakness was sitting there in front of him with a crestfallen expression on her pretty face, tracing around the rim of her glass with her finger.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?” Your voice had thickened, the emotions you’re used to bottling up threatening to boil over.

“Of course not,” he assured you. “There is nothing stupid about wanting to go back home to see your family. There’s nothing stupid about wanting to be with them for the holidays. I promise you that.”

You snorted. “Peña, we’re trying to bring down the most dangerous man in all of South America. Last thing I need to be doing right now is dreaming of a white Christmas. It’s fucking stupid, alright?”

Hesitantly, Javier lifted his hand and placed it over yours—it wasn’t the first time he’d ever held it, not the first time he had shown physical affection, but this was the most vulnerable he had ever seen you and he didn’t want to make things worse. Once he realized it was okay, he brushed the back of it with his thumb softly, soothingly.

“Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño.”

“No hay caso para eso, Javier.”

“Maybe I can convince her to let you go. She’s got me and she’s got Murphy. We’ll handle things here while you head home for a few days, spend a week with your family for Christmas. Doesn’t hurt to try, you know.” Javi squeezed your hand. Knowing just how fucking stubborn you could be, he insisted on it. “Por favor, cielo. Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. Dejame ayudarte.”

You drained the rest of your scotch and swallowed it along with the lump that had climbed it’s way up your throat. Setting the glass back down, you then pulled your hand out from under his and stood up.

“Forget it. I’m here because I have a job to do—we both have a job to do. I’ll get over it, Javier. Always do.”

Before he could say another word, you’d picked up your jacket and purse, making a quick dash for the exit before he could see the stubborn tear slipping out from the corner of your eye and down the side of your face. But he had seen it, and that’s exactly why he knew he had to do something for you.

About an hour later, Javi places a glittering star on top of the white spruce and then takes a couple of steps back, hands on his hips. Cocking his head to the side, he observes the tree and makes sure that he hasn’t left a single spot bare. He decides to add more gold tinsel until he feels oddly satisfied—and once he is, he pulls out his pocket knife, using it to open the small sized box he had brought with him; two different addresses were scribbled on the side of it in your mother’s handwriting, his apartment’s address the destination, her address the return.

“I wrapped it well,” she’d said over the phone. “It’s her most prized possession, so I really hope it gets to you in one piece or she’s going to kill us both.”

Javier slowly unwraps the object inside and feels a wave of complete and utter relief wash over him to see it made it through customs without breaking.

He squints, taking a better look at the ornament.

The little blonde ballerina is made of porcelain and holds a nutcracker soldier in her arms—the skirt of her dress is white lace embroidered with teeny red rosettes that perfectly match the blush painted on her cheeks and the color of the bow in her hair.

“It’s Clara,” your mother had explained to him.

“Who?” he’d asked, stupidly.

“Clara. You know, from The Nutcracker?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” he’d fibbed. “Clara. Got it.”

He had no clue what she had been talking about—but if it’s special to you, then it’s special to him.

Carefully, Javi hangs it on tree just as he hears the front door open and then slam shut so hard that it causes the paper thin walls of your unit to rattle.

“Peña!” you shout loudly. “You fucking asshole!”

Lip rolling between his teeth, he stifles a laugh.

You must have seen his Wrangler parked outside.

Grinning, Javier steps out into the hallway to greet you. “Hola, hermosa. Bienvenida a casa.”

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, tossing your purse and unit keys onto a nearby table. “You offer to give me ride to and from work but then proceed to ditch me and leave work three hours early—you leave me with no other fucking choice but to call a cab to bring me home and when he drops me off, I see your fucking car outside of my apartment?”

Rubbing his chin, he hums, “Sounds about right.”

You approach him, your hands curled into fists.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Javier?”

Javi’s quick to hold up his own hands in defense.

He won’t put it past you to knock him out—he and Murphy have seen you bring down men twice your size before without a weapon. Neither of them can decide if it’s hot as hell or downright terrifying.

“Okay, put those away and let me explain,” he tells you, shaking his head. “I’m really sorry I did that to you, but I did it for a reason.”

You scoff, “Well, if that reason was to piss me off, I have some news for you—it fucking worked.”

“That wasn’t the reason. Not this time, anyway.”

Chuckling, Javier extends a hand, holding it out to you.

You peer at it. “What are you doing, Peña?”

“Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti.”

Suspiciously, you ask him, “What did you do?”

He laughs again. He knew it wouldn’t make it easy for him. “You do know how surprises work, right?”

You lift your chin. “I do and I don’t like surprises.”

“I know you don’t, but I think you’ll like this one.”

Javi continues to hold out his hand and waits.

He’s just as stubborn as you are, if not more.

“We can stand here all fucking night, corazón.”

Sighing in defeat, you place your hand in his, heart skipping a beat when he smiles and laces together your fingers with his own.

“Cierra tus ojos.”

“Javier, I don’t want—”

He quickly cuts you off. “Do you trust me?”

Of course. Hell, you trusted him with your life.

And not just because it’s a job requirement.

Huffing, you do as he says and close your eyes.

“Good.” Javier places his other hand on your waist and his fingers brush against the patch of smooth, soft skin peeking out from between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your blouse. Ignoring his burning desire to feel more of you, he leads the way into the living room and positions you in front of the tree. Without dropping your hand, he moves to stand directly behind you, chest pressed lightly against your back.“Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita.”

“Look Peña, I don’t know what you’re up to but—”

Your own startled gasp cuts you off mid sentence.

Squeezing your hand, he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear and you can feel his grin as he whispers, “Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parece?”

You open your mouth to speak, then clamp it shut.

His surprise had left you speechless.

Pleased with himself, Javi nudges you towards the tree and then drops his hands down at his sides as he watches you gingerly touch the needles.

Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply, the delicious, woodsy smell of pine reminding you of your family and how you’d all pile into your father’s old pickup truck and head to the Christmas Tree Farm to find the perfect white spruce to take home. Your father took great care in the picking process—he wanted the tallest, fluffiest, most fragrant tree. “Need this place to smell like the farm!” he’d boom. You smile and can’t help but to think he’d approve of Javi—if not because of what he had done for you, then the choice in tree would be enough to win him over.

“Do you like it?” he asks, softly.

You open your eyes and whirl around. “Javi, I can’t believe you did this,” you say, breathlessly. Smiling brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree, you throw your arms around him. “I love it so much!”

He savors the embrace—and wonders if you know just how perfectly you fit right in his arms.

“There’s one more surprise,” Javier informs you as he spins you around to look at the tree once again. “Do you see it?”

“See what?” Peering at the tree, you frown. “What am I supposed to be looking for—wait a second, is that—is that Clara?” Your hand flies to your mouth and you look up at him in complete shock. “That’s the ornament my grandmother made for me when I was a baby! I’ve had her since my first Christmas. How did you—?”

“Santa no cuenta sus secretos.” Javi grins, pulling you closer against his side. “But if you must know, your mom sent it to me,” he confesses. “Actually, I have to be honest—this whole thing was her idea.”

Perplexed, you ask, “This was my mom’s idea?”

“I know you’ve been having a hard time being here during the holidays instead of with your family,” he says. “I called her up a couple of weeks ago, asked her what I could do for you. We started talking and came up with this.” He shrugs and touches a hand to the back of his neck, sheepishly. “I know it’s not the same as going home. But I thought it might be nice to bring a little piece of home here to you.”

Warmth blossoms inside of your chest as you turn to face him. You place a hand on his chest. “Javi?”

Nervously, his throat bobs. “Yeah?”

“Why did you do this for me?”

Javier lifts his hand and tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “I told you. I just want to see you happy.”

“But why?”

You know why.

But you need to hear him say it.

You need to hear it from his own mouth.

Javi’s hand moves to cup the side of your face. “Is it not obvious?” he murmurs as he grazes the silky soft skin over your cheekbone. “Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientas igual.”

“How do you know I don’t feel the same for you?”

“Do you?” His thumb sweeps your bottom lip. “Do you feel the same for me?”

Your hand curls around his red plaid flannel.

“I shouldn’t,” you admit. “We’re work partners.”

He feigns offense. “Ouch. And here I was, thinking we were friends.” He now takes your chin between his index finger and his thumb. Licking his lips, his eyes meet yours. “Breaking my heart, baby.”

Your breath audibly catches. “We are friends—and it scares me to put our friendship on the line.”

“But?” he prompts as he tilts your head up toward his. His opposite hand finds your hip and pulls you closer to him.

“But when you do things like this—it’s hard for me not to fucking fall in love with you, Peña.” You drag your hand down his chest, your fingers relishing in the softness of his flannel. “It’s so fucking hard for me not to fall in love with somebody who feels like home.”

Javier’s chuckles softly.

“For the record, this wasn’t a ploy to get you to fall in love with me, corazón. But if it worked—” Javier pauses, dropping his hand from your face. “Then I guess it’s worth pulling this thing out.”

He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Javi, what the hell are you—?”

He grins, holding the mistletoe above your heads.

“Connie said this might come in handy.”

Your eyes flicker to his lips, then meet his gaze.

“Ven aqui, Peña.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull Javi in and crash your mouth against his. You brush his bottom lip with your tongue and he grants you the access you’re looking for. He tastes like spearmint and scotch, and something else too.

He tastes like yours.

And he feels like home.

diver credit to @saradika-graphics ❤️

Translations

Yo hablaré con Messina, cariño. - I’ll talk to Messina, darling.

No hay caso para eso, Javier. - There’s no point, Javier.

Dejame ayudarte con esto. Yo solo quiero verte feliz. - Let me help you with this. I just want to see you happy.

Ven conmigo, cielo. Tengo una sorpresa para ti. - Come with me, I have a surprise for you.

Cierra tus ojos. - Close your eyes.

Puedes abrir tus ojos, bonita. - You can open your eyes, pretty girl.

Sorpresa, preciosa. Tienes un arbol de Navidad. Qué tal te parch? - Surprise, precious girl. You have a Christmas tree. What do you think?

Santa no cuenta sus secretos. - Santa doesn’t tell his secrets.

Tú bien sabes qué yo siento algo por ti, hermosa. Aunque no sientes igual. - You know all too well I have feelings for you. Even if you don’t feel the same.

Ven aqui, Peña. - Come here, Peña.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙ur my northern star | CL16˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x singer y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship, relationship on the rocks

warnings: fluff!! mention of violence aka punching 👊 thts all. this is part 2 of coz i cant sleep in hotel rooms <3

summary: in which they do all they can to try to mend the broken parts in their relationship

a/n: did anyone even ask for a part 2 be real but i couldn't leave it like i did so i hope u like it regardless 😭 sorry to lando norris for making him my enemy but also am i sorry

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user2 why are we in charlesy/n limbo rn

user3 fr i jus need to know what's going on

user4 he's better without her imo

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user5 he is never beating the norizz accusations

user6 i miss u y/n

yourusername miss you all, working on some stuff :)

user7 😭 i jus know that any new y/n music is going to break my heart

arthur_leclerc maman asked are you coming to dinner tonight

yourusername well of course

user8 OH???

user9 charles probably isnt there isnt he in paris this weekend with pierre??

user10 THE CAPTION??!

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user11 so nice to see charles doing well 🥹

pierregasly eiffel for u

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user12 we miss you charles ❤️

user13 i need him & y/n back together 😭

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user14 grid bunnyy

user15 can a girl not have friends now

user16 scummy after leaving the paddock after charles' crash

pierregasly no way lol

user17 pierre??

user18 pierre's comment lolll everyone knows lando has been thirsting for y/n since before her & charles got together

user19 embarrassing like she does not want you bro

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user18 urmm?

yourusername such a fun night out i rly needed some fun with friends <3!!

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pierregasly hahah delete this.

arthur_leclerc for real

landonorris ?

yourusername private texts exist

pierregasly sorry y/n/n

user19 omg

user20 are they all arguing or is it a joke hahah

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f1wagupdates charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n seen tonight in monaco sharing a tender embrace outside a restaurant following a meal together. sources say it seemed like an emotional conversation and are not sure of the outcome. we are sending all of our love to charles and y/n at this time!

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user28 OH MY GOD MY PARENTS

user29 omg i feel so awful for them going thru whatever this is in the public eye😭

user30 my poor y/n/n

user31 she's been fine frolicking with lando lol

user32 i think if charles is ok with her then nothing happened lol.

user33 my favourite f1 couple of all time

user34 she's the best wag fr

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f1wagupdates sources claim they caught charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n out in monaco tonight kissing! alleged rumours due to images not being clear enough to prove identities but we have our fingers crossed for the couple

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user42 omg i hope this is real

user43 my babies🥹🥹🥹

user44 my parents🥹🥹🥹

user45 hope this is fake lol im tired of her

user46 lol why?? she hasnt even done anything

user47 she cheated on charles

user48 SINCE WHEN???

user49 some of u need to keep y/n's name out ur mouth

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user50 i thought she was in monaco

user51 i think she is it's jus a reference to one of her songs

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lilymhe u own my heart

yourusername and im never giving it back

user52 i love y/n & lily's friendship ❤️

user53 the best f1 wags of all time

user54 omg she's just a girl like us guys

user55 no fr she is so cottagecore cosy girl

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user59 WTF CHARLES AND Y/N KISSING

charles_leclerc thanks lily

yourusername i giggled

lilymhe (re-)hard launching you guys cause u wont do it urselves

user60 omg my parents made it

user61 the way i love these ppl LOL

user62 my parasocial relationship with someone else's relationship is insane

alex_albon beautiful is one word for it

yourbff for the record i do not feel beautiful today

alex_albon you dont look it either

lilymhe take that back you evil boy

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user67 OMG AN ALBUM

lilymhe SO proud of u cant wait till i can watch u live on ur own tour🥹

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user68 so glad i discovered u y/n ur so talented

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user70 i will follow u ur my northern star😭

user71 throwing stones at ur window to get u to notice me😭

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user72 without u my soul is eternally doomed ur the centre of this universe my sorry ass revolves around you😭

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user74 MY PARENTS ARE BACK FOR GOOD

user75 never been so happy in my life

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[photo1030]

✨ when you get this please share 5 of your current favorite songs and then pass this ask on to 5 of your favorite followers (or whoever you feel like!) ✨

Ooo, I do love tag games that talk about music! I think music is such a personal thing. Thank you for asking @yourlocallygrowngay I’d be interested in your list as well.

Let’s see, fave songs right now….

• Blinding Lights - The Weekend

• How You Like Me Now - The Heavy

• The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

• Three Days - Jane’s Addiction

• Love Runs Out - OneRepublic

Bonus - These Arms of Mine - Otis Redding

Let’s tag up: @appalachiancowboy99 @cassietrn @lacrymatoryao3 @sickvictorianangel @moeitsu @rosemary-morgan @roseghoul26 @zanazirafanfic

Sorry, can’t count….well I can, but can’t narrow down to save my life 😁

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 4: darkest night

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity, @smilingformoney

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), consensual even though it doesn’t seem like it

I struggled against the big man that was dragging me past my coworkers and into the office. I was thrown down in front of the desk. The man behind the desk leaned over it and looked down at me. I rubbed my arm as I glared at the big man that had carried me in.

"Thanks Kurt." Hans said as he got up. Kurt walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Walking around the desk, he leaned against it and stared down at me. "Are you going to stay down there or are you going to get up?"

"What are you going to do about it?" I shot back. Hans raised an eyebrow at me, watching as I got up. "What did you drag me in here for? Forcibly I might add." Hans smirked at me.

"I think you know." He said, walking in front of me. "There is a reason I had you dragged in here in front of your coworkers and friends. And if they don't know what is going on, they will know soon." Hans grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. My hands hit his chest as he kissed me. I groaned and struggled in his hold. Hans broke away with a smirk. I hit his chest and tried to break away. He grabbed me in a bruising grip. "I don't think so (Y/N)." I stared at him with wide eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" I whispered. Hans chuckled darkly as he went to work getting my pants off.

"You think that I don't do my research?" Hans teased as he pushed me on the couch. "You think I go into something like this without knowing who I am going to encounter? Who I am going to have to con?" He climbed on top of me as he unbuckled his belt. He pushed down his pants as he grabbed my legs and forced them around his waist. "This is a tough job sweetheart. Stressful and full of things that I can't control." Hans stroked his dick as he lined up. "Good thing there is some stress relief readily available." I cried out as Hans thrust into me. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the couch.

“you asshole!” I cried as he built up a steady rhythm. Hans chuckled as he leaned down to kiss my cheek.

“But you love it.” He whispered in my ear. “I believe you told me once you wouldn’t have it any other way.” I arched my back, pressing my chest against his as I bit back a moan.

“still an asshole though.” I breathed out. “All this show…” I gasped as he thrust up into me, slowing down so he could thrust deeper into me.

“you and I both know that if they knew what you really were, they’d throw you to me the first chance they got anyway.” He reminded me. I turned my head away from him as my mouth fell open. Hans covered my mouth as I orgasmed, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly removed his hand. Hans groaned as he came. Slowly pulling out, he righted my clothes before pulling his own pants back on. “Keep playing the part darling and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”

“sitting on a beach earning twenty percent.” I said, smiling at him. Hans gave me a wink before grabbing my arm and pulling me up.

“I’ll send for you when I need you again.” He whispered before throwing me out of his office and watching me stagger back down to sit next to holly.

[ki-yomii]

helloo! could you recommend your favorite jungkook and yoongi fics? thank you and have a lovely day ♡

hey there~ 💛

... tbh i haven’t read too many fics for my boys lately 🙈

i've been trying to work through the books sitting on my shelf collecting dust + i got sucked back into fallout now that the show is out lol.

but i do have some all-time favorites!!

please mind the warnings/tags - you're responsible for your own reading consumption. that said, all of these fics are 🔞

i hope you have a great day nonnie and if you have any recs send them my way 🥰!

JUNG KOOK FICS

the crimson shell series by @angelicyoongie

mermaid aus are my lifeblood istg. and this is one of the best one's i've ever read!! it's dark, it's creepy, it's foreboding - and tantalizing. everything i love about mermaid/siren aus crammed into one series.

you had always found comfort in being at the beach, often spending hours just watching the waves lap against the shore. but unbeknowst to you – something had been watching you back.

make you mine two-shot by @colormepurplex2

i'm a sucker for abo, and as such, have read a looot of it over the years. its a genre that's very easy to descend into wtf-how-are-they-still-alive-after-THAT territory but this fic does it very well in a way i haven't seen too often. i loved the world-building and set up.

Alphas might rule the world, but Jungkook finds himself being ruled by the need to make you his. Omegas are rare, precious, and pliant. At least, most are. When you present late, well into your twenties, you're already set in your headstrong ways; a challenge even for a commanding alpha like Jungkook. Add to that the centuries-long feud between your families and the last thing anyone expected was for him to claim you as his soulmate.

a sea of indigo series by @foxymoxynoona this was the first BTS fic i ever read... and is a big reason as to why i got into the fandom in the first place. i had no clue who they were before then. i'd heard of them + listened to agust d without knowing it was yoongi 💀 but this fic made me check out BTS RUN and now here we are 🤪

Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here.

YOONGI FICS

witch oneshot by @sailoryooons

this is easily one of my top 3 yoongi fics. the world building, the tension, the relationship between yoongi and reader. it ticks all my boxes and vividly paints a picture of this universe. i adore the concept, and love the way this fic is brought to life through sailoryooons storytelling.

For years, you and Yoongi have played cat and mouse. It’s his duty to rid the world of witches, but he always finds a new excuse to let you slip through his fingers. When you find yourself at his mercy, you wonder if the great witch hunter will finally end your game of chase, or if there’s something that will stay his hand. 

desolate series by @angelicyoongie

one of the first hybrid fics i've read for bts 😭 i love my lil meow meow and the set-up for this fic is amazing. it takes a fresh direction with the hybrid trope and builds a relationship that feels organic and progresses very naturally💛

you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

ps. i woof you oneshot by @gimmesumsuga

this one is just so so cute and asjhdjsghfjs!! i adored remi and thought about having yoongi and holly as neighbors for days after reading this lol.

The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

first and last and always oneshot by @floralseokjin

i'm not one for holiday fics/aus usually but there's something about this one that i absolutely adored. it felt very realistic and drew me into the relationship within the first few paragraphs. the angst is so well done and heartfelt, it made me cry lol.

You and Yoongi broke up two months ago. It was mutual, you’re positive, but there’s one teeny tiny issue... You never told your parents, and now they’ve invited you back home for Christmas. Both of you. You can’t say no, but you also can’t bear to go alone, so you do the only thing you can think of, plead with Yoongi to come with you and pretend like everything’s okay...

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[elenarayofavalon]

A Holly Jolly Christmas

(Part 23 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has An Ice Quirk, Pregnant Reader, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, MHA Christmas Special, Having Drinks Together, Mention of Alcohol, No Actual Alcohol Consumed, Because There's a Little Bun in the Oven, Short Prompt, But Cuteness, Fluff

Word Count: 308 words

Summary: Normally around this time, you would indulge in a few drinks before Christmas. However, with a new little Todoroki on the way, you opt for some sparkling cider instead.

December 23

When you shrug into the house with grocery bags hanging off your arms, Enji is not impressed. Rather, he would be impressed, except he’s always more protective of you the first couple weeks every time you’ve told him you’re expecting. Now, it’s no different.

“You could have texted me or honked the horn and I’d have helped you unpack the car.” He grumbles, looping his arms through half the bags on your arms and hoisting them away from you and towards the kitchen. He pauses when he notices some bottles clinking around. “You know with the new baby–”

“I can’t have any alcohol, Enchan, I know. I’ve gone through this particular rodeo several times by now.” You laugh, shaking your head with amusement. “It’s sparkling cider to celebrate the upcoming holiday, my love. Don’t get fussy.”

“I don’t get fussy, I get concerned.” Enji denies. His fingers pinch your cheeks as he pecks your lips. “Forgive me if I want a happy, healthy baby in my arms later.”

“And I don’t?” You quirk a brow as your lips tilt into a smile.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, my flame. But I wouldn’t put it past you to take a sip of wine and forget you can’t have it.” He taunts, scooping you up in his arms to pepper your face with kisses and make you giggle.

He sets you down and you get right to work, opening one of the bottles and filling two champagne flutes with sparkling cider. You offer him the flute and then hoist yourself onto the counter.

You hold out your flute to him and he taps the edge of his glass to yours.

“To a merry Christmas and a little Todoroki who’s sure to be as fiery as you are.” You toast.

“And who’s sure to be as strong as you, my flame.”

Day 24 (Tune in tomorrow!)

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[tealeavesandtrash]

🎄 Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon: Part 4 - 17 Days Until Christmas 🎄

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“You know what also sucks here? The weather.” Sirius mutters as he traipses after James. He is insisting on giving Sirius a guided tour even though A) he was here almost every weekend from age thirteen to eighteen; and B) nothing here has changed.  “You know how warm it is in London right now? Ten degrees, double digits!”

“Yes, but will London have a white Christmas?” James counters, refusing to let Sirius’ bad mood derail his own. 

“It doesn’t count as white Christmas if it’s just slush,” Sirius mutters and he kicks a semi-frozen puddle to prove his point. 

“Well, I have been assured that there will be plenty of real snow in time for Christmas.”

Sirius grumbles under his breath, “Still bloody freezing though.”

“I did offer you a jumper,” James says airily, gesturing to the jumper he has on under his coat. 

“I am not wearing that.”

“Why not?” James protests, “You’re missing out on the cosiness.”

“Because it’s hideous, prongs!” It’s an obnoxious Selburose monstrosity with tiny reindeer and fir trees among the diamonds. And maybe, maybe, it would look a little better if there was some white in the pattern to break up the colour, but it’s not. It’s just a garishly bright green and red that just clash together so violently. 

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s an assault on my eyeballs, Jamie. It’s loud and gaudy and I’d say it looks like your mother knitted it for but I know for a fact Effie has way too much taste and the only she’d let you leave the house in that is as a practical joke at your expense.”

James snorts, “Oh please, you’d kill for a Mama Potter original.”  As he’s talking, his gaze shifts ahead. His face lights up, and three words leave his mouth that makes Sirius’ stomach drop. “Oh, hi Remus!” 

Sirius follows James’ gaze forward to where none other than Remus Lupin is approaching in the opposite direction wearing - and this is part that really makes Sirius want to curl up in a hole because he was definitely within earshot - a strikingly similar jumper to James.

“Hey James,”  he shoots Sirius a quick stoney look, “James’ friend.”

If James notices any coolness in Remus’ demeanour he brushes right over it, “You alright?

“Not too bad,” he says with a shrug and, throwing Sirius a taunting grimace, adds; “Nice jumper by the way.” And any hope Sirius had that Remus may not have overheard the scathing review he had just given about his wardrobe quickly sails away.

“Thank you! Tell Hope I love it.”

“Who’s Hope?” Sirius chimes in awkwardly, trying desperately to disperse the tension.

“My mother,” Remus supplies tightly.

“Oh. And she-” Sirius trails off because he can't see this situation getting any worse.

“-loves to knit,” Remus finishes for him.

“Oh. Cool.”

“Anyway,” Remus pushes through, turning back to talk directly to James instead, “I can’t hang around sorry, I need to get to the shop.”

“Yeah yeah of course, I’ll see you soon Rem,” James says cheerily.

Once Sirius is sure Remus is out of earshot, he turns to glare at James who is trying to suppress a laugh. “So when I said it looked like your mum knitted that?”

James has a shit-eating grin spread across his face, “This is, in fact, a Mama Lupin original.”

Sirius groans and throws his head, “And he just overheard my slagging it off?”

James just cackles at that. “You are so bad at this whole first and second impressions thing.”

“None of this is my fault! Why the hell did his mother even make you a jumper?”

James gives a small shrug, “Me and Lils have been helping him out with some stuff and now we’ve bonded. It was a sort of thank-you-slash-early-christmas present.”

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[redrose10]

Part 1

Here is part 1 of this new story that I’m working on. I was going to post it as one big chapter, but I’ve received feedback that multiple chapters are preferred so that’s the route I went. I really hope that everyone likes it! This first part is very very angsty.

Inn Keeper Yoongi x Female Author Reader

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

Warnings: (may get updated) Swearing, character death, very very angsty for a while, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, bullying, a really mean letter, panic attacks, eventual light smut, eventual fluff

Word Count: 9,602

Tag List: @viankiss

You slunk down in your office chair hanging your head low. Your boss had just chewed you out after you presented her with a draft of your newest novel that you had thought you were just about finished with, but it appears you were going to have to start from the beginning.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go as well as you thought it would?”, your best friend and coworker, Nari responded.

“She said that it’s not believable and that I need to use my own personal experiences as inspiration. I can’t keep writing the same story over and over just changing the names and location. The reader will be able to connect with it more if it’s from experience. I have two months to send her the new story or I’m on unpaid leave until I submit something worth publishing. It’s such bullshit.”, you huffed.

“I mean she kind of has a point. Anyone can put a bunch of words down on a piece of paper, but unless there is real feeling behind it then those words won’t get far.”

You rolled your eyes, “Seriously? You too? And what personal experience should I use?”

“Y/N you’ve been in relationships before. Just use one of them or a combination of all of them.”

“Oh yeah, should I go with the one who cheated on me or the one who ghosted me after he got me in his bed, or the one that would loose his temper at the smallest thing I did to upset him? I’ve never had a good relationship experience.”, you chuckle self deprecatingly.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rub it in like that. Maybe try writing something else. Not every story has to be about a relationship, good or bad.”

Running your hands over your face you sighed, “I just don’t know what to do any more. I feel so burnt out and unmotivated. I don’t think I could come up with another story if I wanted to.”

“Why don’t you take a break? You know, get out of town for a while. I’m sure our boss won’t mind, especially if it gets you to clear your head and write something decent.”

Pondering this theory for a minute you began to think she might be on to something.

“Where would I go though? I can’t really afford to travel far and I don’t want to be too distracted that I can’t get anything done.”

After some silence Nari jumped up, “Oh I’ve got the perfect place. It’s just a four hour flight out to the countryside. A little town called, Holly Falls. My sister and her fiancé stayed there several months ago.”

Thinking it over a little it sounded like a good idea. After some begging and promising your boss that you were going to get work done while on the trip she agreed.

Once you arrived at the airport you really wished you’d done a little more research about Holly Falls. After some digging and a conversation with a very outgoing Uber Driver you found out that eleven months out of the year the town is very low key and relaxed, but for one month it is a tourist hotspot thanks to the insane amount of blooming cherry blossom trees. According to your new Uber friend, people come to Holly Falls during this month to see the fields of trees blooming in all their glory. The normally quiet town embraces the crowds providing various festivals and parades and gimmicks to draw in the guests as well as their wallets. And of course you just happen to travel over there smack dab in the middle of it all.

The driver dropped you off in the middle of the fun so with your bag slung over your shoulder you started heading into different hotels trying to book a room. In the city you could walk into pretty much any hotel at any time and book a room. You had assumed it would be same in this small town so you had decided to wait to book a room until you could see them in person wanting to get the feel and make sure you chose the right fit. You imagine in any other month it would be much easier to obtain a place to stay here, but due to the large tourist presence every single hotel was completely booked for the entire month.

You were just about ready to give up and head to the airport to see about booking a flight home when an older gentleman came up to you carrying various handmade trinkets for sale.

“See anything you like miss? All of these are under $10.”, he asked.

Politely you smiled, “No thank you. Not right now.”

You thought he had left until you saw him dangling a hand painted sun catcher in front of you. The design a beautiful beautiful cherry blossom. Trying to bite your tongue and not snap at the elderly man you again shook your head. “Here have it for free. You seem to need a little cheering up.”, he smiled.

Reaching up you grabbed the delicate glass from him, “Thank you. I really appreciate it. I’m sorry if I came off rude. I’m just really stressed out right now.”

“Didn’t know about the cherry blossom season and now you can’t find a place to stay?”, he asked. “How did you know?”, you replied wide eyed. The elderly man chuckled while taking a seat next to you, “There’s always at least one person that gets stuck here with nowhere to stay because they didn’t know how crazy things can get around here this time of the year.”

“Mmh yeah that would be me this year. I need somewhere to stay for a couple weeks or I’m going to have to head back home.” “You know there might be somewhere that still has a room available. It’s just outside all of the hubbub. About ten miles just over that hill. If you get to Taehyung’s Strawberry Farm then you’ve gone too far.”, he said pointing in the opposite direction of the festivities. “Really? You think they’d have a room? I wonder why they wouldn’t be booked like every other place.”

The gentleman stood up from the bench you were both on, “Its worth a shot. It’s a little farther away from all the action than people like to be. Plus the owners are a little on the unique side.”

You were concerned at this statement. The last thing you wanted to do was end up being the story line of a true crime documentary.

He continued, “They are very nice people. A young man and his grandmother. They just tend to be very secluded and to themselves. It’s called Interlude Inn. You can’t miss it.”

You thanked him for the information and watched as he walked into a large group of people trying to sell the rest of his merchandise. Placing the delicate sun catcher in your bag you ordered another Uber to take you over to the inn. A familiar vehicle quickly pulled up in front of you with the same talkative man from earlier. You wondered how there weren’t any other drivers available, but you smiled as you slid in the back seat anyways.

“Leaving so soon?”, he asked.

You chuckled, “No I just need to find somewhere else to stay. Can you please take me to The Interlude Inn?” Suddenly the man stopped, turning to look back at you.

“Miss you don’t want to stay there. Surely there’s somewhere else around here you can stay.”

“Every hotel is completely booked. If this inn doesn’t have a room then I’ll have to just go home.”

He sighed, “Alright miss. If you insist.”

He began the drive to your location. His words about finding somewhere else stuck in your mind.

“Sir?”

“Yes Miss”

“What you said earlier. What is so bad about this inn?”

“Well, the grandma, I think her name is Mae, is very sweet. She’s done the best she can with what she had. But that Min boy, he’s a little odd.”

“Ohhh…Like serial killer odd?”

The man chuckled, “No not that kind of odd. He’s just very quiet and keeps to himself, but he is polite. He’s never seemed to have any friends and I doubt he’s ever had any kind of relationship. He comes into town only a few times a year, mostly when his grandmother needs something. He doesn’t acknowledge anyone, even when they speak to him directly. People usually only stay at the inn as a last resort during this busy season.”

From what you’re hearing he seemed like just a quiet introverted person who loves his grandma. You weren’t sure why everyone seemed so leery of him.

The car pulled up infront of the inn. The large wooden sign out front verified you were indeed at The Interlude Inn. Thanking your driver you grabbed your bag and made your way up to the entrance.

The Inn looked cozy and welcoming. It was smaller than you had imagined. There couldn’t be more than three or four rooms. Off to the side you noticed a little garden with various plants starting to bloom.

On the door hung a welcome sign adorned with hand painted lady bugs and butterflies. Turning the handle you gently pushed in the door being greeted by a heavenly aroma making your stomach grumble. The entrance room which also doubled as a living room had two couches, one on either side of a coffee table. A television hung on the wall above a fireplace. In the corner was a small desk which you assume would be where you could request a room.

Walking over you noticed a younger man crouching down so he was eye level with one of the drawers. He appeared to be about your age, mid to late twenties. Black hair with a slight curl to it hung over his forehead. Beautiful cat like eyes and his soft lips formed into a deep pout. You wanted so badly to reach over and squeeze his chubby cheeks, but you knew that was a weirdness you didn’t want to invoke. He was fidgeting with a drawer that seemed to be stuck and you could here the argument he was having in soft whispers,

“Come on you stupid thing.”

“It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

“Please, I just need a pen and then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day.”

You chuckled hearing him begging the drawer to cooperate. Reaching into your bag you grabbed one of your spare pens and set it on the desk, “Here I have a pen you could use.”

The young man let out a sudden squeal after you startled him. He jumped backwards and landed on his behind with a loud thud.

“Oh no I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you had heard me come in.”, you apologized feeling terrible.

The poor guy sat on the ground trying to collect himself before bringing himself back to a standing position. That’s when you noticed his cheeks were a bright shade of red, making you want to squeeze them even more. The man didn’t say a word. His eyes were barely able to focus on you, instead they would move around the room before returning to you for just a second before he’d quickly look elsewhere.

“Ahh this must be the Min boy the driver was talking about?”, you thought to yourself. They weren’t kidding when they said he was quiet and reserved.

“Hi, I’m sorry again for scaring you. I was just wondering if you had a room I could rent for a couple weeks.”

The man just continued looking around the room.

“It’s okay if you don’t have any available. It was just recommended for me to come up here for a room since all the others are booked.”

Again silence. You were about to ask if he was okay when a door off to the left swung open and a very sweet looking elderly woman came walking out. She must be the grandmother that was mentioned. She was covered in flour so you assumed that’s where the heavenly smell was coming from.

“Yoongi dear did you get that pen yet? I need to label the jars of blueberry jam.”, she spoke. When she noticed you she jumped slightly, but not in a scared kind of way. More like an oh no how long have you been standing there while my grandson stares at you kind of way.

“Oh hi sweety, how can we help you?”, she asked. Her grandson, that you now knew was named Yoongi, was still standing off to the side. You had to intently stare at his chest to make sure he was still breathing because you were honestly getting very concerned for him.

“Yes ma’am, I was wondering if you had any available rooms that I could rent for the next couple of weeks?”

She smiled while pulling out an old and beat up note book to take down your info. You liked the old school feel. It was much different than the digital kingdom of the city where you lived.

“Of course dear. Did you need one bed or two?”

“Just one will be fine.”

“Okay and you said two weeks?”

“Yes please.”

“No problem. Just fill out your name and address here. Payment will be due at the end of your stay when you check out.”

Quickly you wrote down all the requested information before handing the book back over. You couldn’t help but notice that Yoongi still hadn’t moved, but his cheeks were still a bright shade of pink so you knew he was at least breathing.

The grandma spoke again, “Thank you so much dear. My name is Mae, but you can call me grandma, granny, halmeoni, MaeMae, just don’t call me late for dinner.”

Even though you’ve heard that joke countless times you still laughed. Something about this sweet woman warmed your heart.

She continued, “This is my grandson Yoongi. He can help you with your bags and show you to your room. You’re more than welcome to join us for dinner. It should be ready in about twenty minutes or so.”

You thanked her profusely and watched as she walked back into the kitchen. Yoongi walked around the desk without making eye contact. He reached for your bag that was currently sitting on the ground and you noticed a shake to his hand due to his nerves.

“Uh uh um y-you c-can follow me.”, he spoke before walking down the long hallway. He opened the door to small cozy room. A window sat overlooking the garden. A bed adorned with a lilac colored quilt sat against the wall. There was a dresser available for storage and a desk off to the side. It was perfect.

Yoongi laid your bag down at the foot of the bed. You wanted to ask him if he needed to lie down based on how terrified he looked. Instead you opted to try and get him to speak to you at all.

“Hi Yoongi, I’m Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you.”

You stuck your hand out offering a hand shake. It was getting awkward waiting for him to return the gesture, but just before you were going to dejectedly pull your hand back he reached up and took your hand in his.

With his cheeks back to bright red he quickly bowed and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

Since dinner was going to be ready soon you opted to just lay in bed enjoying the comfort after a long day of travel. When Mae called you for dinner you entered the dining room surprised to only see her and Yoongi sat at the table.

“Am I the only guest?”, you asked suddenly feeling out of place.

“Yes dear, but don’t worry. We are so happy to have you here.”, she smiled pulling out a chair for you.

You nodded taking the offered seat while she filled up your bowl with some beef soup.

“So Y/N, what brings you to Holly Falls? I’m assuming it’s the cherry blossoms.”, she asked.

“Oh no I just needed to take a little vacation and clear my head. Having some work problems. My friend recommended this town to me. I didn’t even know about the cherry blossoms until I got here.”

“Well you’re going to love it here. There’s no more of a relaxing place.”

You smiled and accepted the second helping of soup. The two of you kept the conversation going talking about this and that. Yoongi never said a word. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him sneaking little glances in your direction before quickly turning his head but you chose to ignore it, not wanting to embarrass him.

After dinner you offered to help clean up the kitchen which was greatly appreciated. Mae sent Yoongi out to the garden to collect some chamomile to make tea. As she rinsed off the dishes you would take them and dry them before putting them in their respective spots.

“Thank you for being gentle with Yoongi.”, she spoke breaking the silence.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that and apparently your face showed it because she continued,

“He really is such a caring and sweet young man. He’s just been hurt so many times and he’s so afraid of letting someone in for fear of it happening again. I worry what will happen to him when I’m no longer here. I don’t want him to be alone. He deserves the world and I hope that one day he finds someone that will give it to him.”

You wanted to ask questions, but felt it wasn’t a good idea to pry when you’ve only known this family for a few hours.

“He seems very sweet. I’d love to get to know him more.”, you responded.

“Oh please do. Go slow, but I think if you keep at it he just might open up to you. As soon as you went to your room he came to me and said you seemed like a very genuine person.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought.

“Do you know if he has any interests or anything? Maybe something I could ask him about.”

She lightly chuckled, “Well he loves music. He has these notebooks that he’s always writing lyrics in, but he has never let anyone look at them. He likes basketball. He was really good when he was younger, but he doesn’t play it much any more. Oh! And you’d never guess it but he likes to knit. He’d be furious if he ever found out I told you that so you didn’t hear that one from me.”

You nodded in agreement before putting the final plate away just as Yoongi returned with the requested chamomile. He shyly smiled at you before nervously running out of the room. After enjoying a cup of tea you said goodnight and made your way back to your room for the evening.

The following morning you cranklily padded to the dining area. Mornings were not your thing. Thankfully you were greeted with the smell of coffee and fresh baked bread. Mae was nowhere to be seen, but Yoongi was standing at the counter chopping some vegetables for what you presumed was an omelet based on all the ingredients in front of him. You stood in the doorway thankful that he hadn’t noticed you yet as it gave you a chance again to admired his features. You smiled at how the tip of his tongue poked out in concentration as he focused on chopping an onion.

Silently you walked up next to him and smiled, “Anything I can help with?” The poor thing nearly jumped two feet in the air also letting the knife slip which sliced the tip of his thumb. When you saw the small amount of blood coming to the surface you panicked.

“Oh my goodness I am so sorry Yoongi. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. What was I thinking?”, you said grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the sink. He hadn’t said a word.

After thoroughly washing the cut and using a paper towel to dry it you asked if there were any bandaids. Shyly he pointed underneath the sink and you found a first aid kit.

“Okay this might sting a little.”, you said applying the disinfectant. You felt awful when you saw his body flinch. After the cut was securely wrapped in a bandaid you began apologizing again, “I’m so sorry Yoongi. This is not how I intended for this to go. Are you going to be okay? Does it hurt still? Is there anything I can do?”

For the first time since you arrived you saw a full blown smile on his face. He shook his head, “N-No thank you. I think I’ll be okay.”

“Well let me help you prepare breakfast. It’s the least I can do.”

After some hesitation he agreed so you cleaned up the work station and got a new cutting board before you got to work chopping the rest of the vegetables. When breakfast was over and you had helped clean up you decided to go back to your room for a while and try to get some work done. Unfortunately things weren’t going that great. You were still struggling to put together a decent storyline and after two hours of staring at your laptop you decided to give up and take a break.

Peaking out the window you noticed Yoongi working in the garden. He looked adorable in his overalls and dark green sweater. A matching green beanie on to give a little more warmth. You wondered if he had knit it himself. You grabbed your jacket and decided to head outside for some fresh air.

Not wanting a repeat from the morning you loudly made your presence known as to not startle him again. Only when you were sure that he had noticed you did you decided to say something.

“What are you working on?”, you asked crouching down next to him.

He whispered something that you couldn’t quite catch. You noticed the redness intensifying in his cheeks too. He was just so incredibly cute.

“What kind of seeds are these?”

“Oh they are um cabbage and um radish seeds.”, he said without looking up from the dirt.

“Hmmm I know nothing about gardening, but isn’t it still too cold to plant these? I always thought it needed to be hot for seeds to grow.”

“S-Some s-seeds can grow when it’s colder out. Then we’ll h-harvest them and p-plant the rest.”

“Ahhh I see. I never even knew that was possible. What else are you planting?”

Did you care about gardening or seeds or soil quality? No absolutely not. But this was the most Yoongi has spoken to you so you rattled off question after question and made odd comments here and there just to get him to keep talking. By the time you were done his face was beet red and his hands were shaking quite a bit more than earlier. You were starting to feel bad and like you were pushing him past his breaking point so you wanted to give him some space.

Standing up and brushing the dirt off your knees you said, “Well it’s gotten quite chilly out. I’m gonna head inside. Thank you for teaching me so much. Maybe one day I’ll have a garden and you could come see it for yourself.”

He nodded without looking up at you and you took that as his way of saying goodbye. Once inside you found a smiling Mae standing in the kitchen.

She handed you hot bowl of leftover soup for lunch and sat at the table next to you.

“You know, that’s the longest I’ve ever seen him converse with someone other than me in a long long time. Normally he’d just get up and walk away without saying a word.”

The thought of asking about Yoongi’s past crossed your mind again, but you pushed it aside still not feeling that it was the right time.

The next couple days followed a similar path. You’d wake up, help Yoongi make breakfast, try to work for a little, and then you’d go find Yoongi and try to talk to him and get him to open up to you. He never said much but he’d nod or say a word here or there to let you know he was listening. Mae would always be amazed at how well Yoongi responded to you. After a while you’d give him some space and then join the two of dinner followed by tea and then you’d head off to bed.

On the fifth day you decided to go out and explore a little. You ended up at Taehyung’s Strawberry farm which was just up the road from the Inn. Taehyung or Tae as he told you to call him was a very kind and outgoing guy. The farm had been passed down in his family for six generations. He gave you a tour of the entire farm and introduced you to his farmhands/friends Jin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook. Jin was in charge of harvesting the strawberries and also coming up with new items to sell at the onsite bakery. Hoseok or Hobi as he was called was in charge of maintenance of the crops, things like making sure they got enough water but not too much water and pruning the plants where necessary. Namjoon was the bookkeeper. He kept track of orders and anything numbers related. Jungkook was the youngest of the four. According to Tae, he was the muscle of the group and would do various things around the farm that involved a lot of physical strength.

They all seemed like very sweet gentleman and made you feel very welcome from the start.

“So what brings you all the way out here? Most people try to stay closer to the main town this time of year.”, Jin asked setting a strawberry cream puff in front of you.

“I wasn’t able to get a room in town so I’m staying at The Interlude Inn.”

“I see. With Mae and Yoongi? How are they doing? I’ve been meaning to stop by and drop off a strawberry pie for them.”

“They seem to being doing well. They’ve been so hospitable.”

“Even Yoongi?”, Jungkook said taking a seat next to you. You noticed a hint of a chuckle in his question.

“Yes even Yoongi. He’s on the quiet side, but I think he’s starting to warm up to me a little bit.”

“Wow he must really like you then. I’ve been trying to get him to open up for years.”, Taehyung said walking over.

“What do you mean?”, you asked confused as to why everyone always seems to think he’s some cold jerk.

He continued, “We’ve just been trying to get him to hang out with us for the last few years. I’ve offered him multiple jobs around here. We’ve invited him over for dinner or to go get drinks in town. Namjoon tried to set him up on a date with his sister. He just always turns and walks away without saying a word. We’ve kind of just given up.”

“Oh yeah I guess maybe I’m just special then.”, you said before taking another bite of the cream puff.

It was pretty late by the time you had gotten back to the inn. Jin had given you a ride back as it looked like there was an early spring thunderstorm about to hit. When you walked inside you set the strawberry pie on the counter. Mae had already gone to sleep, but Yoongi was sitting in the common area watching a basketball game. He looked so cozy wrapped up in a hoodie that was a little too big for him and a fluffy fleece blanket on his lap. Now that you thought about it he was always dressed very warmly. Sweatshirts, sweaters, or multiple layers all with long sleeves. You’ve never seen any skin other than his hands and neck and face. It was on the chilly side being that it was barely the beginning of the spring, but nothing that you thought warranted that kind of clothing constantly. It was odd to you, but nothing you wanted to question him about right now because maybe it was just a comfort thing for him you thought. Instead you walked over to the couch making your presence known so that you didn’t startle him.

“Mind if I join you?”, you asked. Silently he scooted over to make room and you took that as a yes. You watched the game for a few minutes trying to come up with something to say, but you really didn’t know much about basketball or sports in general.

“Is that Michael Jordan?”, you asked after the camera followed a player who had just scored a basket.

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“Lebron James?”

He shakes his head.

“Steph Curry?”

Again another head shake.

You chuckled, “Well those are the only basketball players I know so I give up.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the slightest smile from on his lips which you took as encouragement to continue.

“Oh so did he just score a touchdown?”, you asked. In reality you knew that was a completely different sport, but you were hoping that somehow this would get a little engagement on his part.

You looked at him expectantly noticing his cheeks heat up under your stare.

“Umm n-no that was a free throw, not a touchdown.”

“Hmm and a free throw is worth one or two points?”

“It’s w-worth one point.”

You didn’t want to over stress him out so you decided to give him some quiet and stop with the questions for a while.

The referee in the game blew his whistle and started making a bunch of hand gestures. You were about to lean over and ask about it when a bright flash of light shown through the windows followed by a loud clap of thunder. The floor beneath your feet seemed to shake from the force. Another flash of light lit up the room and some more thunder hit making even you jump a little.

“Wow that’s some storm.”, you said looking over at Yoongi only to be met with nothing.

“Yoongi?”, you question looking around the room wondering how he was able to get up and run so fast.

After standing up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen to see if maybe he had went in there you saw the fleece blanket he was holding earlier leaning up against the back of the couch and thanks to the added light from another lightning strike you noticed that the blanket was also covering a lump. Getting closer you saw little tufts of black hair poking out. Gently you reached and pulled the blanket down slightly. You could feel your heart breaking seeing him like this. Curled up in a ball with his hands over his ears and tears on his cheeks.

“Yoongi it’s okay. It’s just a thunderstorm.”, you said trying to soothe him. When your words didn’t seem to help you went to reach for his hand feeling him tense at your touch.

“No please don’t hurt me. Please.”, he cried out making you recoil. “Yoongi it’s Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me get you to be-.” You felt a hand on your should and found Mae looking down at you with a sad expression on her face. She bent down the best she could in her old age to get his attention and when he finally recognized her the tension seemed to leave his body, at least momentarily until another crack of thunder rang through the air.

Mae helped him up off the ground and you’d stayed m back watching as she helped him down the hall, his legs shaking ever so slightly. Just before they entered his room Mae turned to you and pointed towards the kitchen. You took the hint and went to get a couple cups of tea ready.

After about fifteen minutes she returned and took a seat next to you thanking you for the tea.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”, she sighed.

“No I just, I don’t, I…”, you couldn’t find the words. You knew it was slightly odd for a grown adult to be that petrified of a thunderstorm, but you knew there must be a reason. Judging by Mae’s reaction this seemed to be a common occurrence. You just didn’t know how to move forward without sounding rude.

“Mae, please forgive me if this comes off to forward or harsh, but has some thing happened to Yoongi in his past?”

She took a sip of tea before getting more comfortable in the chair and nodding her head.

“Yes dear. Yoongi, my sweet sweet Yoongi, has been through a lot. More than any person should have to especially at his young age. You see Yoongi’s father left a few weeks after he was born. Yoongi was born too early and was very small and sickly. His father didn’t want any part of his life. My daughter did the best she could with Yoongi. I helped whenever I could as well. She was such a loving mother. When Yoongi was about two years old she married a man who I didn’t necessarily approve of, but there was nothing I could do. She was an adult and she seemed happy. He quickly moved my daughter and Yoongi to the other side of the country. I only got to see them a couple times year. I started to have suspicions that something was wrong when Yoongi was four years old. I went to visit and noticed that my daughter and Yoongi both had old bruises. When I questioned it my daughter claimed that she tripped while carrying him and fell down some stairs. Then when Yoongi was six he told me how he had heard his mom and stepdad in their bedroom making lots of noise. His mom was yelling and there were loud bangs, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. I questioned her once again and she said that her and her husband must’ve just gotten too loud while in bed together and that she’d remind him in the future that they needed to be quieter. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I had no other proof.”

Mae took a long breath clear that this was hard for her to recall and you were starting to feel guilty for even asking.

She continued on, “When Yoongi was about seven his mom got very sick and unfortunately passed away. I tried to visit him more, but as time went on his step dad cut me off more and more. I tried getting a court involved, but he was considered his legal guardian and without any significant proof there was nothing they could do. So I tried to do what I could. Over time I noticed a change in Yoongi. He was sadder, seemed more down on himself. I rarely ever saw that smile that used to melt my heart. He was having a hard time at school. The friends he had stopped hanging out with him. Then one day when he was around thirteen he said something back to his stepdad and his stepdad beat him so badly the neighbors ended up calling the police because of the noise.”

She stopped to take a shaky breath. Tears forming in her eyes. You hadn’t even noticed that you had started biting your bottom lip trying to stop your own tears from falling until the subtle taste of blood hit your tongue.

Once again she continued, “Thankfully his stepfather was arrested that night and eventually sentenced to forty five years in prison, but it was already too late and the damage was done. When I got to the hospital that night they started showing me different x-rays and scans and going over Yoongi’s injuries. It was worse than I had ever thought. There were old fractures that hadn’t healed correctly. Scars both fresh and old covered his body from where his stepfather would beat him with a tree branch or use his skin to put out his cigarettes. He had torn his shoulder at one point and because it was never properly taken care of he’s always in pain, even to this day. He had surgery to correct it, but it only helped a little. I cried in the hospital. He was released after a week and came to live here with me. I was taking him to therapy a couple times a week and he seemed to be getting on the right track. He was smiling more and getting a little more talkative. I had enrolled him in the high school here and he made a couple friends. I knew there’d always be a part of him that struggled, but I thought that maybe he was going to be able to move past all of this for the most part and go on to have a happy healthy life. When he was in his second to last year of high school there was going to be a big dance and after some convincing he asked a girl to go with him as a date and she said yes. So I got him a brand new suit and the day of the dance we went and picked out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. I offered to drive him, but he didn’t want to be embarrassed by his grandma driving him around, you know how teenagers are. So I watched him walk out the door.”

Mae took a moment to composer herself by staring out the kitchen window. You in no way wanted to rush her.

She took another sip and then went on, “I was in the kitchen a little while later when I heard the front door swing open and slam back shut. I thought it was much too early for Yoongi to be home already and assumed it must be some guests so I cleaned myself up real quick and walked out to greet them, but instead…instead I found Yoongi with tears streaming down his cheeks and then I noticed his suit was covered in brightly colored paint. He still had the bouquet of flowers in his hand except they were now all damaged and dirty. He refused to tell me what happened and ran off to his room. Monday morning I went to the school and apparently the girl and some of her friends, including her actual date, were all waiting for Yoongi to show up at the school. When he got there they all poured cans of paint onto him and called him a freak and a monster. I was told that one of the other boys saw Yoongi’s scars when they were changing for gym class and started making fun of him for it. This girl had no intention of actually going to the dance with him and told him he was ugly and would never be loved because of the way he looked. I tried to have all of those kids reprimanded, but Yoongi refused to cooperate so the school said their hands were tied. He begged me to take him out of school and homeschool him instead which I did, but he’s been pretty much to himself ever since.”

By this point you were full on balling your eyes out. You hadn’t known him for very long, but you could just tell that he was such a sweet gentle person. You didn’t think there could possibly be any thing else that Mae could tell you, but she cleared her throat and went on,

“Honestly, I think the worst thing that ever happened to him was the letter he received from his biological father on his twenty first birthday. I actually still have the letter. I’ve been holding onto it because I think it would be beneficial for Yoongi to be the one to destroy it, but I don’t know how to bring it up to him.”

She slid the letter across the table to you. Shakily you opened it up and immediately noticed the tear smudged ink and you took a deep breath trying to compose yourself before diving in,

“To Yoongi,

You most likely have no idea who I am, but I am your biological father. I left not long after you were born and if my calculations are correct you should be twenty one years old today. You were born early, somehow I’m certain that was your mothers fault even though the doctors said it was not. Anyways, you were born very small and sick. The doctors did not know if you would make it and to be honest I spent most of the time hoping that you wouldn’t. I did not want the burden of having a son, especially a first born, that was weak and useless. I gave your mother an ultimatum, either abandon you and we will move on and have a child that will prosper and do well in life or she can keep you and I will leave. Obviously you see what she chose. I heard that your mother has passed away since then. She was an ignorant woman anyways, wasting her time with a child like you. I told her that you weren’t worth the time which has been proven by the fact that you still live with your grandmother working at that stupid inn. You’ll never be anything more than that. I don’t really know the point of this letter any more. I guess I’m just a little drunk and wanted to get this off my chest after all of these years. Yoongi, I do wish you well. Truly I do because I know deep down that you’ll never achieve it. With regret, Your Father.”

You don’t know at what point you went from crying to blood boiling anger, but it happened.

“What the actual fuck!”, you shouted slamming the letter down on the table. “Sorry, excuse my language.”, you said towards Mae suddenly feeling bad about your outburst. She chuckled, “Don’t worry dear. I said much much worse when I read that letter.”

You continued, “Seriously? Who does something like that? And to their own child on top of it? You walked out of his life let him be. That letter was completely unnecessary. I swear I’m gonna hunt him down and kill him myself.”

Mae shook her head, “No need Y/N. After he dropped the letter off at the post office he drunkingly crashed his car into a tree. Killed him instantly. Unfortunately though, Yoongi never really recovered from this letter. He’s been very reserved and depressed ever since. He’s refused therapy or any help that I offer. I’ve tried for many years to get him to make friends or find a partner or just get out of the house and experience life. I won’t be here forever and I want him to find someone and just be happy for the rest of his time.”

While you would normally never wish harm on anyone it did bring you some joy knowing that his father was no longer around and could never hurt Yoongi again.

“Y/N, I’m sorry to drop all of this on you, but I thought you should get an explanation for what you saw earlier and why he is the way that he is. Yoongi can be kind of jumpy around loud noises and sudden movements and things like that. Please don’t run away from him. I’ve seen him smile more in the week you’ve been here than he has in months. He just sees something in you. I can tell. Call it grandmas intuition if you will. I know you’ll soon have to go back home, but I’m really hoping that maybe you’ll keep in touch with him. No pressure of course. I wouldn’t blame you for not doing it, but I just really think you could be a big positive in his life.”, she said before walking her mug over to the sink.

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I’m sure it was difficult to recount everything.”, you said almost in a whisper. She smiled before laying a hand on your shoulder, “Get some rest Y/N. I’m gonna head off to bed myself. These old bones are tired.”

As you laid in bed you could still hear the faint rumblings of thunder from miles away. You wondered what Yoongi was doing. You hoped he was peacefully sleeping in his bed, but you knew most like that wasn’t the case. It pained your heart to think about what he’d been through. No one deserved to ever have those things happen to them and you decided in that moment that you were going to try and help him. You yourself felt the connection that Mae keeps talking about and you were starting think that maybe things do happen for a reason.

The following morning when you woke up your body felt sore from the stress you experienced. Your first reaction was to go and find Yoongi, but you also knew that he was most likely going to feel embarrassed about what had happened the night before so you opted to take a seat at the desk and try to get some work done. After about an hour and only a couple paragraphs written the smell of bacon started to fill the air and the sound of your stomach grumbling in hunger followed not long after. In the kitchen you found Mae at the stove tending to the bacon. “Would you like some coffee Y/N?”, she smiled. You nodded happily taking the cup from her. Yoongi was already sitting at the table peeling some carrots and potatoes for what you assumed would become part of dinner later. You tried your best to act causally as you took a seat a chair away from him to give him some space.

Mae walked over and set a plate of eggs down in the middle of the table along with the bacon. After Yoongi cleared the vegetables that he was working on the three of you began eating your breakfast.

Mae peaked over at you and with a sly grin she began, “Y/N, thank you for bringing that strawberry pie from Taehyung’s last night. I already snuck a piece as I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh you’re very welcome. It did look delicious.”, you replied waiting to see where she was going with this.

“I’m going to make them a big pot of pork stew. It’ll be a good hearty meal for them while they work on the farm. I was thinking that maybe you and Yoongi could take it over to them when it’s finished.”

Now you get it. It was an easy yes for you. You really did like all of the boys from the farm and it would be a chance to spend a little time with Yoongi, but you couldn’t help but notice how red his cheeks had gotten once again and his shoulders visibly tensed. You weren’t going to force him by any means.

“Uh yeah sure that’s no problem for me. I can go alone though if Yoongi doesn’t want to go.”

“Yoongi would you be okay taking some stuff over to the farm with Y/N? For me please.”, Mae asked placing her hand on top of his.

“Okay.”, he whispered with his eyes focused on his lap.

A few hours later your little cart was packed up with a large pot of the stew and some fresh bread and jam. You and Yoongi headed off towards the farm. The first half of the walk was silent other than a few birds or rustle of leaves here or there.

“I’m sorry about last night. If I had known it was going to storm I would’ve stayed in my room to not disturb you.”, he spoke startling you out of your thoughts.

“Yoongi you don’t have to be sorry. And please don’t ever hide who you are from anyone. If they can’t handle who you are then they don’t deserve you in their life.”

He nodded in understanding pulling on his ear. A nervous habit of his. Feeling a little brave you reached for his hand to give it a light squeeze. He jumped slightly, but for a few seconds he let you hold him before removing his touch from yours. You were going to take that as a win.

Entering the strawberry farm you were quickly greeted by Jin and Namjoon. “Hi Y/N, didn’t expect to see you back so soon.”, Jin smiled.

“Mae wanted us to bring over some stew and bread as a thank you for the pie.”, you responded handing over the items from the cart. Jungkook appears out of nowhere excitedly grabbing the bread and jam from you.

“Jeeze I haven’t seen this kid all day, but as soon as food is involved he magically appears.”, Jin rolled his eyes. Taehyung came walking over after noticing your arrival. He wrapped you in a big hug and began making small talk. You could feel Yoongi’s presence behind you. He was almost using your body to shield himself away from everyone.

Taehyung gestured for you to follow him, “Y/N and Yoongi come on into the bakery. We’ve got a new strawberry milk latte we just put on the menu and I want your opinion. Personally I think it’s wayyyy too sweet, but Jin thinks it could be award winning.”

Jin scoffed, “You don’t even like coffee so your opinion means nothing.”

“I think it’s amazing.”, Jungkook added.

“You’d drink lake water and say it was good if we put a flavored milk in it.”, Namjoon quipped.

Chuckling at the argument going on infront of you it took about twelve steps before you realized your shadow was not behind you. When you turned you saw Yoongi was already walking back towards the path to the inn. Namjoon came up behind you and gave you a nudge in Yoongi’s direction and you knew what he meant. Jogging up next to him you reached for his arm, but opted not to as you’d quickly learned touch is not his first choice.

“Hey where are you going? Come hang out with us at the bakery.”, you said once you caught up to him.

He simply shook his head and kept walking.

“They’re really nice guys. They were asking about you yesterday. I think you’d really like them if you gave them a chance.”

Still he continued walking in silence. Without thinking you reached out to grab his arm just in an attempt to stop him, but he flinched.

“No. I just want to be left alone. Please.”, he whimpered near tears.

Instantly you backed off with your hands in the air to give him space and show that you weren’t going to touch him.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I won’t force you to hang out with them. I just wanted you to get to know them a little. I think it would be good for you.”

He ignored you and began walking back home again. You sent Taehyung a quick text apologizing for your sudden departure and letting him know you’d stop by on a different day to try the latte before you left. Yoongi walked surprisingly fast so you had to go back into a light jog to catch up. You decided to hang back a little and not walk right next to him so you weren’t suffocating him. You pretended not to notice him peeking back to look at you every once in a while.

As you walked you noticed a few cherry blossom trees just over a hill. You’d completely forgot about the trees and made yourself a mental note to go see them before you left Holly Falls. When you finally made it back to the inn Yoongi was waiting for you at the front door.

“You didn’t have to walk back with me. I’m an adult and I could walk back myself.”, he said with a pout.

“I know. I just wanted to come back with you.”

“But what about hanging out with them?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll go back another time. I’d rather hang out with you anyways.” His face instantly turned a deep shade of red.

“So tell me, what does Yoongi like to do in his spare time?”, you questioned.

“I’d rather just be alone to be honest.”

You wanted to push him harder, but you were concerned with what the outcome might be so instead you gave him a smile and watched as be walked inside letting the door close behind him. Dropping down to take a seat on the steps you let out a long sigh. This was going to be more difficult than you had imagined and to make matters worse you were only supposed to stay for another week.

“Excuse me miss, are there any rooms available?”, someone spoke making you to jump. Since your head was hanging you hadn’t noticed the young man walk up to the front door of the inn. You took in his appearance and noticed how exceptionally handsome he was.

“I just came from the main part of the town and there are no rooms available so it was suggested that I come over here.”, he continued.

“Oh um well I think there might be a couple rooms left, but I’m just a guest as well. If you head inside the check in desk is in the corner and they can help you out.”

The handsome man held out his hand for you, “Sorry I didn’t mean to assume anything. My name is Jimin by the way.”

You smiled graciously accepting his hand, “Y/N and no worries. Hopefully you can get a room. It would be nice to have another person around here to talk to and stuff.”

He chuckled, “Well I guess I better get in there then and see about a room.”

You gently leaned to the side to give home more space to get by before you returned back to wondering how you could get Yoongi to open up to you a little more without making him too uncomfortable.

After he had walked inside Yoongi took a deep breath and after a quick heated discussion with himself going over all the pros and cons he decided that giving you twenty minutes of his time to talk would be good for him and maybe over time he could work up the courage to actually spend time with you, maybe even like a date before you left. The thought of that made his head spin. Just as he was about to open the door to find you he heard your conversation with Jimin and how you said you were glad there was going to be someone else at the inn. He felt his heart crack at that. In Yoongi’s brain you were already done with him just like everyone else in his life, except his grandmother of course. He always managed to chase everyone away. He quickly accepted that he was a lost cause so he scurried off to be alone in his room before you or the new guest could see him. Once in his room he heard you introduce Jimin to Mae. Your voice sounded excited as you showed Jimin to his room just down the hall from yours.

Yoongi sat on his bed squeezing his favorite stuffed animal, a blue koala bear named Koya, a gift from his mother just before she had passed.

He heard you let out a loud laugh at something funny Jimin had said and he curled up on his bed feeling the tears start to fall.

He hated that he was like this. He wanted to be what he would consider normal, but there was this little part of his brain that always reminds him of what he’s been through and how many times he been told how unwanted and unloved he is. Even if he did manage to speak to you he’d never want to burden you with having someone like him in your life. He needs a lot of mental care and you don’t deserve to have someone that week. So he chose to lie in his bed squeezing his Koya a little closer every time he heard you laugh in the hallway wishing it was him that was making react like that instead. Your laugh was just as pretty as you are he thought. With each passing minute he could feel the panic setting in more and more and he eventually used the koala bear to muffle the sobs leaving his body not wanting to disturb you any further.

[lothcatthree]

Last Line Challenge

hiiii I was tagged again by @frostbitebakery @whiskygoldwings @insertmeaningfulusername and @anxiousotters thank you all lovely, talented people <3

this is as good of a time as any to introduce my OC, Roan! he's a jedi shadow that works closely with Quinlan and they're besties. he's about 5 years younger than Quinlan so he gets to be Quinlan's token adopted introvert

here is a wonderful art of him that my beloved @holly-bearie did for me because Holly is wonderful and talented and I forcedasked him to draw Roan for me <3

I wanted to do some order 66 angst, so here's a bit from a WIP in which Roan, Quinlan, and Fox are about to go on an undercover mission right when the order hits. implied established quinfox :)

also fuck it. two snippets. you're all getting angst today, I don't care that you ordered smut

under the cut so this post doesn't get too long:

“You fuckers,” Fox rages once more, his accent becoming slurred and eyes fighting to stay open as the sedative begins to take effect, “Good soldiers follow orders, good soldiers–” His jaw goes slack, the arm in Quinlan’s grasp relaxes and Fox says once more, “Follow orders.” The silence that falls over them is thick over the rush of blood and a heartbeat in Roan’s ears. Quinlan stares down at Fox, slowly releasing his arm. Like this, Fox looks like he could be sleeping. He’s completely still, his curls strewn over his eyes as his face melts into the floor.  Quinlan puts two fingers on Fox’s neck to verify his pulse is still thrumming healthily, then nods to himself when he’s satisfied with it. Before he removes his hand and before Roan speaks, Quinlan tenderly moves the hair out of Fox’s eyes and pushes it back. Roan’s heart clenches.

aannddddd

He flexes his fingers on Quinlan’s shoulder and reaches for him in the void. He fumbles through it with his signature that shakes like his hands, clumsy fingers searching until they finally wrap around something. When he exhales, pink drifts back to purple as the blue edges on a flame.  Roan opens his eyes and Quinlan finally blinks as he comes back to himself. When he does, Roan almost wishes he left him in the safety of the vacuum.  “Roan,” Quinlan gasps. He looks towards him with tear tracks on his skin that match Roan’s. His hand comes up to grip Roan’s on his shoulder like a lifeline. “She’s gone. They’re gone.” “I know,” Roan says because he doesn’t know what else to say. A thousand voices yank at his peripheral, but he swallows and attempts to push it into the Force. A few screams escape through the fracture.  “He–” Quinlan looks back at Fox’s limp body. “I know.”

OOPSIES dw they'll find roan's super not-very-secret boyfriend, rex and everything will work out... in due time..

no pressure tagging: @holly-bearie @vytels @loverboy-havocboy @halfwaytoknowhere @sithfox

@theproblemwithstardust @tatooinetourism @raphaerolo @wolveria @bilbosmom-belladonna

[kingofbodyrolls]

Friendcation (m) | myg | five

Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin have finally joined you on your trip and it’s going great; you have a tremendous amount of fun (some at your expense), laughter and talks about life. Namjoon suddenly asks you where you think this thing with Yoongi is heading, and to be honest you don’t really know yourself – you just know that you love him.

→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female) → Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin. → Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸 → Status: completed! → Word Count: 23K → Warnings: public sex (in a locked restroom), exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (male receiving), heavy sexual tension again, really bad attempts at jokes again (sorry!), talk about feelings. → Author’s note: This chapter was really tough to write, because I struggled with the thoughts of it being both horrible and then decent enough. Ugh. So it is with mixed feelings that I release it. I do like it, don’t get me wrong, I just feel like it sucks too 😣 It’s making it really hard to write, when I feel like everything I write is freaking crap, but I’m trying to push through. Hopefully the next chapter will be better! Even though I really like this couple, I’m also looking forward to finishing it, so I can go back to wallow in my self pity… I really do hope that you enjoy the chapter (and that it doesn’t suck too much). We’re almost at the end of the trip 🥹 I’m also really sorry about the length of this chapter! 🙇 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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As you pull into Daejeon Station around midday, a sense of eager anticipation fills the air. 

The vibrant hustle and bustle of the station is a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the nature you’ve been immersed in. With Holly parked, you and Yoongi step out, ready to reunite with your friends. The excitement is palpable, a buzz of joyous anticipation that makes your hearts race as you wait for Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin to arrive.

The moment Hoseok’s beaming smile comes into view, it’s like a burst of sunshine breaking through the clouds. 

Your heart flutters with excitement as your entire face transforms into a radiant beam of happiness. You don’t just greet him; you jump and bounce as if you’ve been apart for ages, even though, in reality, it’s only been a matter of months. 

Seokjin’s friendly wave and Namjoon’s nearly exuberant ‘hi’ from across the street bring forth a hearty chuckle, leaving you brimming with a pure, infectious joy that paints the entire moment with vivid colors of friendship and happiness. 

You can’t contain the joy, and an irrepressible smile takes over, making you feel like a giddy schoolkid. Right beside you, Yoongi mirrors your expression, his eyes sparkling with warmth and contentment. 

It’s a shared moment of pure happiness, and you can’t help but relish in it. 

You share warm, tight hugs, feeling the familiar embrace of your friends like a comforting homecoming. Together, you make your way to the waiting van, the anticipation and excitement palpable. As you all pile in, the air is charged with the promise of yet another thrilling adventure, Holly serving as your vessel to embark on new escapades and create unforgettable memories together.

As Yoongi takes the wheel, the lively banter and laughter among your friends fill the van. 

Excitement bubbles as you discuss your collective desires, and a consensus emerges to spend a few days exploring Daejeon. 

In no time, Yoongi expertly locates a charming, secluded campsite on the town’s fringes, setting the stage for a unique adventure. The sense of camaraderie and shared anticipation deepens as you approach your temporary home amidst nature. 

As Holly comes to a stop, Yoongi skillfully maneuvers it into place, and a chorus of excitement fills the air. 

Eager to make your temporary abode comfortable, your group springs into action. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon form a close-knit team, working together to assemble the tent alongside Holly. Their chatter bubbles with a sense of camaraderie, interrupted only by playful debates on the sleeping arrangements. 

A knowing smile tugs at your lips as you overhear their hushed conversation about sleeping arrangements. Their playful banter about your snoring (and moaning) habits elicits an eye roll, the mere hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. You might snore and moan, but it’s nothing some earplugs can’t tune out. 

“I should sleep in the tent,” with a wry, playful grin, Seokjin asserts his age as if it’s the ultimate trump card. He quips about the importance of a good night’s sleep, his tone dripping with a hint of mock seriousness. 

Hoseok and Namjoon exchange resigned glances, a silent acknowledgment of Seokjin’s knack for persuasion. The power struggle between your two remaining friends gives off a touch of drama, an amicable rivalry that never fails to amuse.

Hoseok turns to Namjoon, his eyes wide with a mix of sincerity and a touch of desperation. “Please?” he implores, as if he’s appealing to Namjoon’s sense of camaraderie, urging him to make a selfless sacrifice for the group. 

Namjoon reluctantly agrees, but not without a bit of humor. 

“Alright, alright,” he concedes, “but we’re switching spots in a few days.” 

His agreement is laced with a hint of resignation, and he tosses his sleeping bag into Holly with a mock sense of defeat. You and Yoongi exchange knowing glances, sharing a laugh at your friends’ playful bickering. 

Namjoon approaches you and Yoongi, his steps weighted with exaggerated reluctance. He poutfully sighs, “Guess I’m stuck with you guys.” 

His dramatic delivery adds a touch of humor to the moment, and you can’t help but laugh at his misery.

“Wow, could you sound more elated about that?” 

You quip, adding a touch of playful sarcasm to your tone. With a light shove to Namjoon’s shoulder, you emphasize your lighthearted teasing. Beside you, Yoongi joins in, chuckling as he gestures toward the overhead sleeping space, Namjoon will be sleeping in.

Namjoon secures his sleeping bag in the overhead space, then clambers up. “At least the view from up here is pretty,” he muses with genuine awe, his eyes fixed on the surrounding forest. The wonder in his voice paints a vivid picture of the mesmerizing scenery he’s observing.

With everything perfectly arranged in your own cozy corners, you embark on an adventure to Daejeon O-World. The excitement is palpable as you anticipate the thrills of the theme park and the culinary delights waiting for you at lunch.

As you enter the expansive theme park, you’re immediately struck by its breathtaking beauty and immense size. 

The first order of business, naturally, is satisfying your hunger. After a brief exploration, you discover a charming little booth offering an array of delectable snacks. With your chosen treats in hand, you locate a table to savor your meal. The vibrant atmosphere and tantalizing scents make your dining experience feel even more enjoyable.

With satisfied appetites, you embark on your adventure by exploring the zoo section of the park. A diverse array of creatures awaits you – black bears, majestic lions, powerful tigers, towering elephants, elegant giraffes, sleek zebras, and even the quirky ostriches. As you stroll from one enclosure to another, your eyes are inevitably drawn to the Bengal tigers. Their sheer majesty and wild grace leave you in awe, and you can’t help but be captivated by their regal presence amidst the vibrant surroundings. 

“Wow, the Bengal tigers are so pretty.” 

You exclaim in hushed wonder, unable to tear your gaze away as you watch one of them delicately licking its enormous paw. Their raw power and elegance are on full display, and you’re utterly entranced by the enchanting sight.

Seokjin bursts into hearty laughter, his voice resonating through the zoo as he jests, “Of course you think it’s pretty! It’s basically just a big cat!” His playful tone elicits a shared chuckle from your group.

You arch an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by his cryptic response, “Alright, spill it, Seokjin. What’s so funny?” 

He chuckles again, shaking his head. Seokjin smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, “I mean, you seem to really appreciate feline beauty. Maybe that’s a hint for Yoongi, huh?”

You blush, playfully shoving him, “Oh, come on, it’s not like that!” 

Laughter erupts from your friends, filling the air with a light-hearted atmosphere, while Yoongi simply rolls his eyes, unfazed by the playful banter.

After marveling at all the majestic animals, you guide your group to the garden section of the park, where an array of flowers and trees adorn the landscape, their vibrant colors still ablaze in September. The beauty of the garden captures your heart, and you all embark on a leisurely stroll, drinking in the sights and fragrances that surround you.

After several hours of exploring the various sections of the park, you find yourselves drawn to the amusement park area, a bustling playground of exhilarating rides and attractions. 

The anticipation of thrilling adventures ahead fills the air as you set your sights on the exciting rides that beckon with promises of excitement and adrenaline.

Hoseok and Namjoon wholeheartedly throw themselves into the amusement park experience, eagerly embracing every thrill it has to offer. They conquer the towering roller coasters, brave the stomach-churning giant drops, and laugh in the face of the exhilarating rides that challenge gravity and sanity. Their infectious enthusiasm is palpable, and you can’t help but be swept up in their joyous escapades.

“This is an absolute blast!” 

Hoseok exclaims with laughter that’s utterly contagious. His jubilant spirit is infectious, filling the air with an electrifying energy. Namjoon is sporting an ear-to-ear grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he enjoys every twist and turn of the rides. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, adopts a more reserved stance, admitting with a chuckle, “I think I’ve outgrown these rides a bit.” 

He’s content watching his friends revel in the thrill. You’re fully aware that Yoongi shares Seokjin’s sentiment, which is why they make for excellent spectators. 

Together, they provide an encouraging and safe space for your adventure with Namjoon and Hoseok. As the rides become a whirlwind of adrenaline-pumping excitement, the experience is elevated by your friends’ contrasting reactions. 

You revel in the joy of the day’s adventures, feeling a triumphant rush as you successfully coax both Yoongi and Seokjin into joining you on a thrilling roller coaster ride. 

The wind rushes through your hair, laughter and screams blend in the air, and the camaraderie of conquering fears as a group is exhilarating. As the day slowly transitions to evening and the sun begins its descent, painting the sky with warm hues, you collectively decide it’s time to wrap up the theme park escapades and return to your campsite. 

Hunger gnaws at your bellies, but it’s a good kind of hunger because it signals the prospect of a delectable dinner. Yoongi and Seokjin, a dynamic duo in the kitchen, team up to prepare a meal that promises to be a tantalizing highlight of the day. The anticipation of a shared, mouthwatering feast weaves an undercurrent of eager satisfaction.

Namjoon stretches his arms, and in the aftermath of a good night’s sleep, he chuckles, “I thought Jungkook was joking when he said to bring earplugs, but I’m so glad I did.”

Your eyebrows knit together, and a playful fire kindles in your belly. You respond in a tone laced with faux indignation, “Hey!” Your words hang in the air, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one.

Namjoon smirks and leans in closer to you, whispering in a conspiratorial tone, “I’m just saying, I could hardly hear you with the earplugs in.” 

His words are delivered with a friendly, playful air, evoking a sense of camaraderie. You roll your eyes at his tease and playfully cross your arms, the unspoken challenge in the air.

Seokjin takes charge of the campfire, conjuring a delicious feast that promises to rival even Yoongi’s culinary skills. The tantalizing aromas waft through the campsite, and your taste buds tingle with anticipation. As you savor the first bite of his masterful creation, you can’t help but wonder if Seokjin’s cooking might just be on par with Yoongi’s.

As Seokjin savors a mouthful of his delectable meal, he shares his plans for the day. “I’ve heard about the local Arboretum, and I really want to visit it today to really immerse myself in nature,” he explains between bites. Your heart resonates with his desire, and you and Yoongi quickly nod in agreement, your eagerness mirroring his. The prospect of exploring the Arboretum together excites you all.

Namjoon’s face lights up with excitement as he proposes a split in your group’s plans. “I’ve had my eye on the National Science Museum. How about we divide and conquer?” 

He suggests, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazes at each of you, waiting for your response. The idea of a little group exploration injects a renewed sense of adventure into the air.

With a bright grin, Hoseok chimes in, “Count me in, Jonnie.” 

The group’s enthusiasm for their upcoming adventures shines through their smiles, and the excitement is infectious.

Namjoon smiles warmly at Hoseok, his gratitude evident in his eyes, “You don’t have to Hobi, but thank you. It’ll be great having you along.” 

As you arrive at your destinations, an air of excitement fills the group. With a playful grin, you say to Namjoon and Hoseok, “Have fun exploring the wonders of science, guys. We’ll catch up later!” 

Your friends wave goodbye and head into the museum, while you, Yoongi, and Seokjin eagerly make your way to the Hanbat Arboretum, your hearts filled with anticipation for the natural beauty that awaits you.

The Arboretum sprawls out before you, a captivating oasis of tranquility and a haven for greenery enthusiasts. Your eyes take in the vast recreational area, stretching towards a reservoir teeming with genetically diverse flora. The surroundings echo with the harmonious songs of birds, and in the distance, you spot the inviting eco-learning center, where young minds come to connect with the natural world. It’s as if time slows down here, allowing you to embrace the serenity and beauty of the environment fully.

As you and Yoongi stroll hand in hand through the Arboretum, Seokjin gracefully fades into the background, allowing you both to revel in the mesmerizing landscape. 

The beauty of nature unfolds around you, casting a serene spell that weaves through your senses. At one point, Seokjin willingly lags behind, granting you and Yoongi precious moments of solitude amidst the exquisite surroundings. 

The gentle rustle of leaves, the harmonious hum of insects, and the subtle scent of blooming flowers create an enchanting ambiance that deepens your souls. Most of your journey through the Arboretum is graced by a comforting silence, a symphony of nature’s sounds taking center stage. The rustling leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft whispers of the breeze become the soundtrack to your leisurely stroll. 

This tranquil stillness amplifies your connection to the natural world, and every step you take with Yoongi feels like an intimate conversation without words, where your hearts are attuned to the rhythm of the environment around you.

After immersing yourselves in the Arboretum’s serene beauty for several hours, you decide to check in on Namjoon and Hoseok, curious about their adventures in the museum world. 

As you take out your phone to text them, you can’t help but notice the way Yoongi’s eyes catch the sunlight, a glimmer of affection in his gaze as he patiently waits for your conversation to unfold. 

The world seems to stand still for a moment as you reach out to your friends, a tranquil backdrop to your connections both near and far. With the sunlight filtering through the leaves, you receive a text from Namjoon and Hoseok, and it’s settled: it’s time to reunite and sate your appetites with a delicious lunch at a nearby restaurant. 

You share the news with Seokjin and Yoongi, who both respond with a smile, reflecting the excitement of the moment.

In the heart of the cozy restaurant, you savor a hearty meal that not only nourishes your tired bodies but also rekindles your spirits for the next chapter of your adventure. The delicious food invigorates your senses, and the camaraderie around the table only enhances the flavors. It’s a moment of shared contentment, where laughter and conversation swirl around you like a warm, comforting embrace, promising even more unforgettable moments.

“How was the Arboretum?” 

Namjoon’s eyes light up with curiosity as he leans in, eager to hear your thoughts. You know that he shares your deep appreciation for nature. 

Yoongi takes a slow sip of his tea, allowing the flavors to linger on his palate before speaking. With a tranquil smile, he describes the Arboretum as ‘breathtaking and relaxing,’ his words carrying the essence of the tranquil natural haven. You nod in agreement, the memory of your serene walk amongst the vibrant foliage still vivid in your mind, as you savor your comforting bowl of soup. 

The restaurant atmosphere is filled with the subtle warmth of shared experiences and the subtle exchange of feelings.

Seokjin playfully joins in the conversation with a chuckle, his words wrapped in good-natured humor. “Yeah, but I felt like a third wheel most of the time,” he quips, his tone light and filled with laughter.

You share a moment of understanding with Seokjin, realizing that perhaps your affectionate moments with Yoongi might have inadvertently made him feel like a third wheel. With a warm smile, you say, “We’re sorry,” conveying your empathy and appreciation for his company during your nature walk. 

Seokjin chuckles, breaking the momentary tension and says, “You shouldn’t be sorry! Being three friends can be a bit challenging when two of them are in a relationship together.” 

He lightens the mood with a warm smile, emphasizing that he understands and isn’t bothered by it. 

Understanding Seokjin’s perspective, you nod and admit, “You’re right, we’ll make sure to mix things up next time so that nobody feels like a third wheel.”

After lunch, while wandering through the Museum of Art together, a sense of wonder envelops you. 

The vibrant color and thought-provoking art pieces leave you in awe. Every canvas told a unique story, colors and brushstrokes forming an intricate dance of emotions. You notice Namjoon and Hoseok engrossed in the artwork, their eyes lit up with enthusiasm like kids in a candy store. Their appreciation for the art becomes contagious, and you can’t help but share in their excitement as you explore the fascinating displays together.

As you exit the Art Museum, you step into the bustling heart of Jungang Market. The market is a sensory extravaganza, with colorful stalls lining the narrow lanes, their vendors enthusiastically hawking a variety of goods. The air is alive with the sizzle of street food being cooked, the chatter of shoppers, and the vibrant aromas of local delicacies. 

You wander through the maze of stalls, each one revealing unique treasures. Vibrant fabrics, handmade crafts, and exotic spices compete for your attention. The sound of bartering fills the air as you browse, and you can’t help but get lost in the vibrant tapestry of this lively market. 

As you explore, you stumble upon a quaint fish shop tucked away in a corner. The array of seafood on display is impressive, and you decide to purchase some fresh fish to grill for dinner later. 

The owner, a friendly local, offers you tips on selecting the best catch, and you leave the market with the promise of a mouthwatering meal in mind.

Back at the campsite, Yoongi takes charge of the sizzling grill, expertly searing the fresh fish and an assortment of colorful vegetables. The tantalizing aroma of grilled seafood wafts through the air, a mouthwatering prelude to dinner. The rest of your group rallies around, a harmonious orchestra of teamwork. 

You gather plates, utensils, and condiments, creating a makeshift outdoor dining setup. Laughter and conversation fill the campsite, a delightful backdrop to the clinking of utensils and the cheerful banter between friends.

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over your gathering, you can’t help but appreciate the simple joy of shared meals and the warmth of companionship. 

The crackling campfire, the soothing rustle of leaves in the evening breeze, and the sumptuous scent of grilling food create an atmosphere of togetherness that’s hard to replicate anywhere else.

As you savor the mouthwatering grilled fish, each bite is a burst of savory delight. The vegetables, perfectly charred and tender, offer a refreshing contrast to the rich flavors of the seafood. A chorus of contented hums and appreciative comments punctuates the meal.

Amidst the clinking of beer bottles, you dive into lively discussions that meander through the landscape of life’s dreams and aspirations. The setting sun casts a warm, golden hue over your group, creating an intimate ambiance that encourages open and heartfelt conversations. 

Yoongi shares his thoughts about wanting to explore more of the rugged landscapes, Seokjin expresses his desire to delve into local culture, and Namjoon and Hoseok swap stories about the art they encountered in the museum. 

With every sip of beer and shared anecdote, your bond with your friends deepens, making this moment a part of the cherished memories you’ll carry forward into your journey.

You’ve been hearing raving reviews about the Red Clay Trail, a path where the locals opt to walk barefoot, and the idea of this unique adventure thrills you all. 

As the warm sun blankets the surroundings, you’re filled with excitement, eager to feel the earth beneath your feet.

You’ve checked the weather forecast, and the lingering warmth reassures you that the ground won’t be too chilly for a barefoot stroll. However, just to be on the safe side, you have your shoes to fall back on, like old friends, ready to accompany you on this new escapade.

As you reach the trailhead, a collective decision is made to embrace the Red Clay Trail fully. With a sense of anticipation in the air, you each remove your shoes and tuck them into your backpacks. The ground beneath your feet feels cool and slightly moist, a stark contrast to the warm, dry air around you.

The Red Clay Trail stretches out ahead like an earthy canvas, winding its way through the landscape for approximately 14 kilometers. Its subtle incline promises a manageable yet exciting journey, perfect for your adventurous group. The sensation of the smooth, red clay on your bare soles connects you intimately with the natural world, making each step a sensory delight.

Namjoon’s voice breaks the serenity, his words carried by the gentle rustle of leaves above. 

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” 

He remarks, his eyes fixed on the kaleidoscope of autumn hues adorning the trees. The forest surrounds you, a living canvas of vibrant reds, deep oranges, and golden yellows. The trail meanders through this tranquil oasis, providing an escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The soft crunch of earth and leaves underfoot harmonizes with the soothing symphony of nature. 

Here, amid the trees, you feel an intimate connection with the wild, a sensation that words can scarcely capture.

“Yeah,” you whisper, the word dissipating like a gentle sigh. 

You feel the warmth of Yoongi’s hand against yours, each touch a silent affirmation of your love. A soft breeze dances through the trees, carrying with it the earthy scent of the forest and the distant murmur of a hidden stream. You steal a glance at Yoongi, his eyes reflecting the same tranquility that envelops you both, and you share a tender smile that needs no words to convey your feelings.

“Daejeon has a lot more natural wonders in store for us over the next few days before we move on to our next destination,” Yoongi announces with a contagious enthusiasm that spreads through the group. Namjoon’s face lights up with excitement, mirroring the anticipation that buzzes through the air.

After completing the Red Clay Trail, you reach a station specially designed for washing your feet. The rich, terracotta-hued clay has left your feet with a warm, earthy tint. As the cool water cascades over your feet, you can’t help but relish the refreshing sensation, washing away both the clay and the fatigue from the satisfying hike.

In the early afternoon, you return to your idyllic campsite, still buzzing with the energy from your barefoot adventure along the Red Clay Trail. The golden rays of the sun cast dappled patterns through the swaying leaves overhead, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Yoongi has a special surprise in store. 

He’s orchestrated a delightful picnic date for just the two of you later. 

As you approach him, you catch a whiff of the mouthwatering scents that he is conjuring up on the campfire. Your heart flutters with excitement, knowing that a romantic evening awaits. Meanwhile, your friends, relaxed and content, choose to unwind in Holly or their tent, savoring their solitude amidst the serenity of nature.

The thought of this intimate picnic with Yoongi rejuvenates your spirits. 

It feels like ages since you’ve had a moment of seclusion with him, a precious interlude from the camaraderie of your friends. Not that you don’t cherish their company, but there’s a yearning for some uninterrupted time with your boyfriend, a space where your bond can flourish without any distractions. It’s a reminder that amidst the whirlwind of your shared adventures, the tender moments shared only between the two of you hold their own special place in your heart.

Yoongi’s culinary magic transforms the day’s catch into an array of delectable dishes that tantalize your taste buds. As the savory aroma of grilled fish and freshly prepared vegetables wafts through the air, your stomach rumbles with anticipation. 

With meticulous care, he portions out some of the scrumptious food into a separate container, knowing that your enjoyment is a top priority. Once the meal is ready, he carefully stashes the delicious provisions in his backpack. The clinking of water bottles adds a musical note to the ensemble, a harmonious promise of refreshment for the journey ahead. 

In your trusty backpack, you carefully tuck away a soft, oversized blanket, its vibrant colors a promise of comfort to come. You envision you and Yoongi snuggled together on it, surrounded by nature’s beauty. A sense of anticipation fills you, knowing that this intimate picnic is a cherished moment you’ve longed for. 

You also pack a set of reusable plates, utensils, and glasses, a conscious choice to minimize your ecological footprint. Each item clicks neatly into place, a symbol of your commitment to preserving the environment. 

As you zip up the bag, it’s as though you’re sealing in your love and dedication to both your partner and the world around you.

“Enjoy your picnic!” Hoseok’s cheerful voice carries through the crisp, open air as you and Yoongi stroll away, your fingers interlocked. His warm wishes resonate with the excitement that’s bubbling inside you. 

Turning to face your friends one last time, you raise your hand in a casual wave. The gentle breeze rustles your hair, and a sense of contentment washes over you. 

With a pleased smile tugging at your lips, you nudge Yoongi playfully, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. 

“So, where are we off to, my secret picnic planner?” 

You ask, feeling a delightful giddiness bubbling within.

Yoongi’s eyes gleam with excitement, and a mischievous grin plays on his lips as he reveals the surprise. “We’re heading to the Expo Bridge,” he says, his voice tinged with anticipation. “It’s supposed to be breathtaking at sunset and even more magical at night.” 

His gummy smile, so endearing, leaves you captivated by his enthusiasm, and you can’t help but admire his handsomeness.

As you arrive, the soft murmur of the river greets you, and the gentle breeze carries the promise of twilight. You meander along the riverbank path, the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Soon, you stumble upon the perfect spot, a patch of grass bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun.

With the Expo Bridge casting long, picturesque shadows, you and Yoongi settle down on the blanket. The anticipation in the air is palpable, and as the sun begins its slow descent, you both sit in quiet awe, surrounded by the tranquil beauty of nature. The world seems to pause, just for the two of you.

“I missed spending time with you.” 

You confess, your voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the approaching evening. Nestling your head into the crook of Yoongi’s neck and shoulders, you feel a rush of warmth and contentment that transcends mere words. In this shared moment, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you, hearts beating in harmony.

His deep chuckle reverberates through your very being. “You spend time with me every day, babe,” he points out with a playful glint in his eyes, as if savoring this stolen moment just as much as you are.

“You know what I mean,” you tease, playfully swatting his chest. He winces in exaggerated pain, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes.

The view of the river and the Bridge is nothing short of mesmerizing. As you savor your homemade dinner, the sun gracefully dips behind the Bridge, painting the sky with fiery hues. It’s a moment of pure, breathtaking beauty that leaves you both in silent awe.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the world transforms. In the velvety darkness, the Expo Bridge comes to life, adorned with a radiant tapestry of colorful lights. Each beam and pillar dances with vibrant hues, casting a spell of enchantment over the river and everything in its embrace.

As the night falls, a celestial tapestry unfolds above. 

The first stars timidly emerge, punctuating the ink-black canvas of the sky. You and Yoongi remain nestled at your cozy picnic spot, fingers interlocked, gazing upward. The stars gradually multiply, each one a tiny beacon in the vast expanse, and their faint twinkle mirrors the sparkle in your eyes. Together, you share a quiet moment under the celestial canopy, lost in the magic of the night.

“It’s so beautiful.” 

You whisper, your voice barely audible in the hushed night. You lean closer into his comforting warmth, feeling the cool grass beneath you and the gentle breeze brushing your skin. The stars above, like diamonds scattered across a velvet curtain, create a celestial masterpiece that leaves you breathless. Yoongi’s hand in yours is a lifeline, grounding you in this moment of shared wonder and tranquility. In the silence, you both find solace, surrounded by the beauty of the night.

“I promise to take you stargazing again when we find ourselves in a smaller town.” 

He whispers, his warm breath brushing against your lips as he leans in for a tender kiss. The night is still, the stars like distant dreams, and his lips are soft and inviting. The kiss deepens, a silent vow of your shared affection. Your tongues entwine in a dance of passion, while the world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sweet sensation of being lost in each other.

As the sun casts its warm morning glow, you all gather around, knowing that today marks your final day in Daejeon. Namjoon’s eager anticipation for a forest adventure infects the group, and together, you set your sights on Jangtaesan Recreational Forest. 

As you enter the Jangtaesan Recreational Forest, you find yourself engulfed by a dense thicket of ginkgo trees and the majestic bald cypress. Towering above you, the leaves form a verdant canopy, dappling the forest floor with fragments of golden and green hues. 

The walking paths wind through this natural cathedral, offering you glimpses of serene beauty at every turn. Amidst the dense woodlands, you stumble upon a hidden gem – the botanical garden. As you step inside, a kaleidoscope of colors and fragrances envelops your senses. Lush flowers of every shade and shape compete for your attention.

As the forest’s tranquility envelops you, you find a cluster of weathered wooden benches, nestled beneath the ancient boughs of ginkgo trees. The air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of the woods and the distant rustling of leaves. 

You unpack your carefully prepared lunch, the tantalizing aroma of homemade sandwiches, fresh fruits, and savory snacks mingling in the forest air. The wooden bench supports your group as you gather, sharing laughter and stories amid the serene backdrop of nature. 

The forest, with its gentle rustling leaves and soft sunbeams filtering through the dense foliage, makes this impromptu picnic a memory worth cherishing.

Following your delightful forest picnic, you journey to the enchanting Ppuri Park. There, a tranquil river winds through the lush landscape, its sparkling waters inviting you to experience a unique adventure. The surroundings are a tapestry of vibrant greenery and wildflowers, a testament to nature’s beauty. 

Eager to immerse yourselves in this idyllic setting, you decide to rent a charming swan boat, its elegant form reflecting on the river’s surface.

As you set afloat on the gentle ripples of the river, the world slows down around you. The warm sun bathes you in a golden glow, and the melodies of nature serenade your journey. The act of pedaling the swan boat becomes a synchronized dance, and laughter spills from your lips as you glide through the clear waters. 

Namjoon takes the helm as the chief peddler, with Hoseok eagerly joining in. But his navigation skills leave much to be desired. 

Each stroke of the oar propels your swan boat towards the shore like a misguided sailor lost at sea. The inevitable collision with the shoreline has you all erupting in laughter, a chorus of mirthful echoes every time Namjoon expertly beaches your vessel.

As you find yourselves in fits of giggles, you witness the spectacle of Namjoon’s determined steering, creating an impromptu comedy of errors amidst the serene surroundings.

Amidst your laughter, Yoongi can’t help but tease Namjoon. 

“You don’t even have a fucking driver’s license! Why on earth are you the designated captain?”

His voice carries a feigned hint of irritation, but his laughter escapes despite his efforts to sound indignant.

Namjoon furrows his brow in mock exasperation, and he counters, “Hey! I was just trying to be helpful! And why in the world would I need a fucking license when I’ve got my trusty bike and no trouble getting around with that?” 

His voice carries a hint of mock irritation, but his eyes twinkle with good-natured amusement, and it’s evident to everyone that you’re all sharing a playful moment.

Grinning from the back of the swan boat, you chime in, “Well, at least the boat isn’t sinking, so I’m not complaining.” 

Your laughter ripples through the group as you all continue to enjoy the leisurely, albeit slightly zigzagging, ride along the river.

Namjoon turns his head with a dramatic, mock-angry expression and gives you a playful death stare. It’s met with a chorus of laughter from everyone else, who are all too familiar with Namjoon’s sometimes questionable navigation skills. After a moment, he cracks a grin and joins in the laughter, knowing that you’re absolutely right.

Seokjin’s laughter echoes across the tranquil river as he playfully scolds Namjoon, “Hey! Eyes on the water, captain!” 

His words come out between gasps for air, his cheeks flushed from laughter. The air is filled with pure, carefree joy, the swan boat drifting leisurely while the laughter carries over the glistening water.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the campsite, you and your friends gather around the picnic table, the remnants of a delicious meal prepared by Seokjin and Yoongi still lingering in the air. Laughter and chatter fill the fading light, and you can feel a slight chill in the evening breeze. 

With a sense of satisfaction from another memorable day, you begin the process of packing up Holly and the tent, making way for your next adventure in Nonsan. The sky transforms into a canvas of deep oranges and purples, setting the scene for the next chapter of your journey.

As you all pile into the van, the familiar scent of the interior welcomes you. Yoongi, sitting in the driver’s seat, turns toward you, his eyes reflecting the trust he has in you. His voice is laced with a hint of excitement as he asks, “Do you want to take the wheel?” 

You glance at Yoongi, your lips curling into a playful smile as you shake your head, “Nah, you know I can’t drive stick, even if my life depended on it.”

A chorus of snickers erupts from the back of the van as you roll your eyes and let out an embarrassed chuckle. 

“Alright, alright,” you concede, “I might need a stick-shift tutorial someday.” 

The laughter only intensifies, making your eyes roll playfully, finally realizing the comical truth in your words. 

“At least you do know how to drive Yoongi’s stick.” 

Seokjin’s cheeky comment earns a collective burst of laughter from the guys in the back, and you can’t help but chuckle too. 

But you can’t resist a playful scolding. Swiveling around in the passenger seat, you mockingly chide, “Oh, Jin, your dad joke game is weak today! Do I need to educate you on humor?” 

Your faux sternness cracks a smile on your face, and you add, “I guess age has dulled your wit, old man.” 

Yoongi’s voice suddenly cuts through the laughter, grabbing your attention. 

He turns to you with a soft smile, his hand gently resting on your thigh, creating a comforting and intimate connection. “I can teach you, babe,” he offers, his voice laced with anticipation.

“The drive to Nonsan isn’t that far.” Yoongi’s suggestion carries a subtle promise, his eyes gleaming with affection. 

You smile back and tenderly place your hand over his. “Thanks, Yoon,” you whisper, leaning closer to him as if sharing a secret. “But I’d prefer to learn when it’s just the two of us.” 

Your words carry a hint of playfulness, and you steal a glance at your laughing friends, as if savoring the prospect of some private time with Yoongi in the future. 

Yoongi nods, his understanding reflected in his warm gaze. 

With a swift turn of the key, the engine rumbles to life, its deep purr resonating through the van’s cabin. As he eases the gear shift into first, you feel a gentle lurch forward, the Holly beginning its journey to Nonsan. The hum of the tires on the road and the soft tunes playing on the radio create a comforting backdrop to your adventure. 

“We wouldn’t want to see you driving Yoongi’s stick anyway! Gross!” 

Seokjin bursts into laughter from the back, and his chuckles echo throughout the van. Namjoon and Hoseok join in, their amusement infectious, filling the space with camaraderie. 

“Stop that!” 

You hiss from the front, but they only erupt into more contagious laughter, filling the car with their infectious mirth as Yoongi expertly guides the vehicle towards Nonsan. You playfully roll your eyes, taking the teasing in stride, knowing it’s all in good fun.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you find yourselves in Nonsan, a town graced by the presence of a magnificent, sprawling lake. With an almost uncanny sense of serendipity, Yoongi guides Holly to a spot so perfect, it seems as though it was specifically destined for your arrival, offering an idyllic view of the tranquil waters.

Together, you embark on the ritual of unloading Holly and pitching the tent, a well-practiced choreography that binds your group in a seamless dance of cooperation. 

As the day’s adventures wane and the stars start their nightly waltz across the sky, you finally retreat to your beds, each bunk carrying the weight of countless stories and shared memories. As expected, the sleeping arrangements have shifted once again. This time, it’s Hoseok who has embraced change, taking over Namjoon’s spot in the cozy overhead bunk, a symbolic reminder that your journey is a dynamic tapestry of experiences, forever evolving and reshaping itself with each passing day.

Breakfast unfurls like a culinary encore from the previous night’s feast, savoring the flavors of yesterday’s dinner leftovers. Sated and energized, you embark on an impromptu morning adventure, a casual meandering around the tranquil lake’s shoreline. 

Serendipity leads you to a quaint lakeside shop, a hidden gem that not only rents canoes but promises an escape into the serene, uncharted waters of your day.

A unanimous yearning for another aquatic escapade courses through your group, a collective desire to embrace the watery playground once more. The only caveat: an unspoken consensus that Namjoon should relinquish the helm this time, sparking playful smirks and knowing glances, as you all share the inside joke that has swiftly become a cherished part of your adventure.

In perfect harmony, you and Yoongi become a seamless duo in your own canoe, a partnership forged by love and laughter. 

Meanwhile, the trio of Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin embark on their own watery adventure, forming a trio that mirrors the waves they traverse. As your paddles cut through the glistening waters, you venture beneath an arched bridge, your awe echoing under its stone frame. 

Nature’s grandeur envelops you, as the majestic mountains encircle the lake, their stately presence framing the horizon in breathtaking beauty.

With the day’s light gently surrendering to the allure of evening, you revel in the serenity of the lake, canoeing for precious hours that feel like stolen moments from a dream. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, your hearts still afloat, you return to the camp. Here, a sense of anticipation fills the air as you unearth your fishing gear, setting the stage for a quest to provide the evening’s sustenance. With the tranquil lake as your canvas, you venture out once more, hoping to lure tonight’s dinner from its depths, embracing the primal connection between mankind and the wilderness.

In the realm of angling, Seokjin emerges as an undisputed maestro, a virtuoso of the waters, coaxing the most bountiful haul of fish from their aquatic sanctuary. 

Yoongi, not to be outdone, threads the line of success, securing his own share of the underwater treasure trove. Hoseok, with his occasional triumphs, adds a playful dash of excitement to the experience. Meanwhile, for you and Namjoon, the elusive fish remains just out of reach, teasing your perseverance and leaving you both in awe of the piscine mysteries of the deep.

With the spoils of your fishing expedition cradled in your arms, you return to the camp, your bounty glistening in the fading light of day. A rustic, elemental ritual unfolds as you ignite a campfire, the dancing flames a beacon of warmth and companionship. 

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling fish and fresh vegetables fills the air, promising a delectable dinner that beckons each of you to participate in its creation. 

As the flames cast their warm, flickering glow over your campsite, you reach for some chilled beers, the cool bottles clinking together in anticipation. The air is charged with camaraderie as you lean in, drawn by the irresistible urge to share and connect. The night unfolds into a symphony of conversations, each sentence a new note in the soundtrack of your friendship.

In a moment both heartwarming and profound, Seokjin leans in, a quiet smile of contentment playing on his lips, and shares the news that his girlfriend is expecting. 

The revelation sweeps through your group like a gentle, joyful wave, and in an unspoken agreement, you raise your bottles in a collective toast to him. As the beer flows and laughter bubbles, Seokjin’s voice, a mix of anticipation and gratitude, fills the night air as he opens up about his dreams and hopes of becoming a loving father.

The flickering firelight lends an intimate atmosphere as Hoseok and Namjoon open up about the complexities of dating, their voices laced with hints of yearning and the search for genuine connection. 

Namjoon, with a touch of vulnerability, confides his desire to start a family, but the elusive specter of finding the perfect match looms large. In a light-hearted twist, an idea takes root, buoyed by shared laughter and friendship. 

“Why not let us help you find ‘the one’?” 

You suggest with a playful grin. The suggestion is met with genuine enthusiasm as Hoseok and Namjoon entertain the possibility of letting you and the others craft dating profiles that might just lead them to love.

Around the campfire, with the rustling of leaves and the crackling of the fire as background music, you all embark on a creative journey. 

Together, you weave the threads of their personalities, hopes, and dreams into the tapestry of these profiles, each word and image a brush stroke on the canvas of their future, a heartwarming moment of friendship, unity, and the promise of new beginnings.

With each profile completed, you can’t help but admire the humorous, charismatic, and genuine portrayals you’ve created. The group revels in the excitement, each profile a masterpiece that carries the potential to reshape lives and kindle new connections. 

As the final touches are made, there’s a sense of satisfaction, an unspoken wish that the men or women who reach out will be the missing puzzle pieces to complete their stories. Underneath it all, there’s a shared hope that love will blossom, and the profiles you’ve crafted with such zeal will set the stage for beautiful new chapters in their lives.

With the dawn of a new day, your group embarks on an enchanting adventure, drawn by the allure of a park nestled along the lake’s edge. The beauty that unfolds before you is so exquisite, it feels like you’ve stumbled upon a secret piece of heaven on Earth. 

Nature’s brushstrokes have adorned the landscape with a breathtaking display of oranges and golds, turning the trees into a mesmerizing tapestry of autumn.

Within this pristine sanctuary, a long wooden deck stretches out over the glistening waters, inviting you to embark on a tranquil journey. 

As you walk along this pathway to paradise, your senses are caressed by the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the lake and the soothing melody of rustling leaves. The world seems to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment as you gaze upon the lake’s tranquil expanse, soaking in the harmonious interplay of the surrounding nature. 

It’s a glimpse of serenity that words alone struggle to encapsulate, a slice of heaven on Earth that forever imprints itself on your hearts.

As you return to your campsite, the time to pack up Holly and the tent arrives, yet an unexpected hiccup emerges - the back doors to the van refuse to close. 

Yoongi takes charge, his focus unwavering as he delves into the mechanical intricacies of the situation. As he tinkers with tools and parts, your admiration for his dedication and the effortless grace with which he works and navigates the situation grows.

You can’t help but steal glances at him, the flickering campfire glow accentuating his silhouette, casting him as a tireless, handsome man, who is your loving boyfriend. Unbeknownst to you, the others exchange knowing glances, their eyes rolling playfully, recognizing the affectionate admiration dancing in your gaze.

As you roll into the charming town of Iksan, a soft patter of raindrops plays a whimsical welcome song on your vehicle’s roof. 

The heavens have decided to open up, and their tears have yet to relent. 

Undeterred by the weather’s capricious mood, you decide to make the most of this cozy, rain-kissed day. Inside your temporary haven, a chorus of laughter and excitement fills the air. 

With the rhythmic rainfall as your backdrop, the first day in Iksan transforms into a vibrant canvas for indoor adventures. You’re armed with an arsenal of board games, each a gateway to new realms of strategy and competition. As the day unfolds, Holly becomes an arena for friendly battles and strategic maneuvers, where the rain outside only amplifies the warm coziness within.

As the rhythmic raindrops continue their gentle dance, Namjoon seizes the opportunity to embrace the elements. 

He finds solace under the protective embrace of the marquee, where the sound of rain provides a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With a journal in hand, he delves into the sacred act of journaling, the nib of his pen etching moments, dreams, and reflections onto the paper. 

The rain, a benevolent muse, fuels his contemplation and inspires the flow of emotions that find expression on those pages. Each word becomes a testament to his inner journey, a snapshot of the thoughts and dreams that guide his path.

As the night deepens, the tantalizing aroma of a shared meal still lingers in the air, a testament to the culinary delights you’ve crafted together. With satisfied bellies and hearts, you all find yourselves drawn to the cozy haven of Holly, where the seats have been made into a bed.

Crammed together like puzzle pieces, you forge a circle of companionship, each nestled in your chosen spot. 

You sit in Yoongi’s lap and lean against his warm embrace as the rest of your friends sit beside you. The soft glow of the screen casts dancing shadows across your faces as you collectively indulge in the magic of cinema. The story onscreen weaves its own narrative, merging with the rain’s serenade, creating an enchanting duet of visuals and sound.

The next day, as the relentless rain paints the world in shades of gray, your group huddles together, wrestling with the age-old conundrum of what to do when the weather refuses to cooperate. 

Amidst the debate, Namjoon’s yearning for adventure, the kind that only a bike ride through nature can provide, shines through, his enthusiasm a beacon of hope amid the grayness.

Yet, the specter of the downpour dampens the spirits of the others. 

They hesitate, casting reluctant glances at the sheets of rain outside. 

In that moment, as the dilemma unfolds, your empathy and determination to see Namjoon’s pouty expression turn into a radiant smile take center stage.

With unwavering resolve, you step forward, your voice carrying a promise of camaraderie that cuts through the dreary drizzle. “I’ll join you,” you declare with a spirited grin. 

The rain, in your eyes, is not an obstacle but an invitation to a different kind of adventure, a chance to embrace the world in all its forms. Your decision not only sparks delight in Namjoon’s eyes but also a renewed sense of unity among your group, as the prospect of a wet but thrilling day in the embrace of nature beckons.

You and Namjoon, armed with yours and Yoongi’s bike, make your way through the damp streets of Iksan, where the rain has mercifully decided to ease its downpour. 

As the wheels of your bikes cut through the wet pavement, there’s a sense of liberation and anticipation in the air. Nature awaits, and you’re determined to explore it.

Pedaling through the town’s glistening streets, you and Namjoon venture further, and the world transforms as the bustling town gives way to the enchantment of a small park. 

Here, a hidden trail meanders through a lush forest, offering a promise of discovery. Guided by a shared curiosity, you and Namjoon immerse yourselves in the woodland’s secrets. The trail unfolds like a story, each turn a new chapter. 

With the keen eye of a naturalist, Namjoon points out various plants, birds, and small animals that come alive in the rain-kissed surroundings. 

As he scribbles their names and characteristics into his journal, the forest becomes not just a place of adventure but a living tapestry of exploration and knowledge.

The forest comes alive with each stroke of Namjoon’s pen and every delicate line he etches onto the pages of his journal. 

As you observe his sketches, you can’t help but be captivated. His drawings may be simple, but they’re imbued with a certain charm that transcends their inherent simplicity. There’s an elegance in the way he captures the essence of the plants, birds, and small animals, his words bringing life to the images, weaving a story of their existence in the wilderness.

With each observation noted and every sketch added, the pages of his journal become a canvas, painting a vivid portrait of the forest’s inhabitants. It’s a testament to the beauty of keen observation, the magic of storytelling, and the wonder of the natural world.

In this moment, Namjoon’s journal transforms into a treasury of cherished memories, where even the simplest of sketches evoke a sense of wonder and appreciation for the world around you.

As you navigate the trail again, the beauty of the forest casting its spell, a moment of quietude envelops you. 

The symphony of nature plays softly in the background, and you and Namjoon traverse the path together. 

Suddenly, his candid curiosity cuts through the silence, a question posed without hesitation, “This thing with Yoongi, is it serious, or just a fling?”

With a directness that you appreciate, he inquires about the nature of your relationship with Yoongi. His words hang in the air, a delicate inquiry that carries the weight of genuine interest. 

You take a moment, the question catching you slightly off guard, but your response is unwavering. With a glint of confidence and the assurance of sincerity, you answer, “It’s serious,” accompanied by a genuine, heartfelt smile that carries the warmth of your emotions.

“I’m just making sure, because I want to see both of you happy.” 

Namjoon’s caring words, delivered with a soft smile, resonate deeply within the forest’s serene ambiance. His genuine concern for your happiness is a testament to the bond you all share, a deeply valued friendship. 

“You know sometimes dating a friend can end in a mess,” his words are tinged with wisdom, a reminder that the path of love can be fraught with complexities, especially when friendship is at its core. 

With a nod, you acknowledge his wisdom and empathy, understanding the importance of ensuring both your happiness and the harmony of the group. His concerns echo the very thoughts that once danced through your own mind, the same doubts that once held you back from pursuing your feelings for Yoongi. 

The fear of jeopardizing a treasured friendship, or worse, fracturing the harmony of your close-knit group, were powerful enough to keep your emotions in check.

As you dwell on the intricacies of love and friendship, Namjoon’s words snap you back to the present, his voice a soothing balm to your contemplative thoughts. “But you both seem really happy,” his genuine concern for you and Yoongi fuels you with happiness, and your response carries the bright, unwavering notes of joy.

With a nod and a contented hum, you affirm, “We are.” 

The smile that follows seems to carry the weight of all the moments you and Yoongi have shared, the laughter, the connection, and the feelings that have woven a rich tapestry of love between you.

Your voice takes on a playful tone as you continue, “And I don’t think you should be worried about anything, Joon. Yoongi and I have had feelings for each other for such a long time.” 

A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye. Memories of the day when Yoongi revealed his reciprocated feelings flicker to the forefront of your mind, a milestone that you both cherish. In this moment, the rain-soaked forest bears witness to your assurance, trust, and the beauty of a love that has stood the test of time, ultimately becoming a beacon of happiness.

“That’s good. You make a great couple too.” 

Amidst the tranquil beauty of the forest, Namjoon’s words offer a comforting reassurance, a testament to his kindness and care. As he turns his attention to a small plant, his touch gently dislodges raindrops that glisten like diamonds in the verdant world around him.

Your heart swells with gratitude as you respond to his compliment, “Thank you, Joon. Thank you for looking out for us too,” your smile radiating appreciation and affection.

Crouching down beside Namjoon to study the delicate plant, a moment of intimacy unfolds between friends. 

It’s here, in the heart of nature’s tranquility, that you find the courage to speak your truth. With unwavering certainty, you confide, “To be honest, I’ve loved him for such a long time,” your voice sure and breathy, echoing through the forest like a secret shared with the universe.

Namjoon responds with a look of wonder and love, his eyes sparkling with a childlike innocence. 

He smiles, a smile that seems to capture the essence of your friendship and the deep bonds you share. In the soft-spoken exchange that follows, your heartfelt admission is met with a touch of magic, as Namjoon echoes the sentiments you’ve long held in your heart. 

“I think Yoongi loves you too,” he says, as the forest listens to the quiet affirmation of feelings, the raindrops bearing witness to the authenticity of your emotions.

On your last day in Iksan, a sense of serendipity graces your journey. The skies have finally shed their tears, gifting you with a reprieve from the relentless rain. With newfound enthusiasm, you decide to embrace this welcome change and make the most of the outdoors.

It’s a day that beckons to be cherished, a final chapter in your Iksan adventure. With the world bathed in sunlight once more, you opt for a day of laid-back outdoor activities. The freedom to roam without the hindrance of rain feels like a delightful liberation, and it’s an opportunity to savor the beauty of nature, framed by the backdrop of a town that has left an indelible mark on your hearts.

Hoseok, with his infectious enthusiasm, hatches a brilliant plan for the day. 

The idea dances through the air like a whisper of joy. After being confined by the rain for a few days, the prospect of learning some dance moves is as invigorating as a breath of fresh air.

It’s a notion brimming with promise, designed not just to stretch your legs and lift your spirits but to weave a little more magic into your journey. 

Hoseok knows that dancing is a universal language, a symphony of movement that transcends words and leaves behind a trail of smiles. In the sun-kissed embrace of Iksan, his idea becomes a captivating call to celebrate life, and it’s an invitation none of you can resist. 

Though dancing may not be your forte, there’s an undeniable magic that unfolds on this day. The atmosphere crackles with laughter and camaraderie as you, your friends, and your boyfriend, wade into the whimsical world of dance. Hoseok, the guiding light of this spirited endeavor, becomes a source of inspiration.

As Yoongi navigates the make-shift dance floor with a mix of rigid movements and unrestrained fun, your laughter echoes through the open air, filling the day with an infectious, buoyant energy. 

His willingness to step outside his comfort zone for the sake of shared joy is heartwarming. Meanwhile, your own dancing skills may not rival the professionals, but that’s beside the point. In the hands of Hoseok, who teaches with the patience and enthusiasm he offers his kids in his professional classes, every step becomes a chance to connect, to express, and to simply be in the moment.

The dance class evolves into a collage of smiles and laughter, a cherished memory that showcases the transformative power of friendship and love, and it’s a moment you’ll look back on with a fondness that defies any dance skill.

Hoseok’s talent for teaching becomes apparent as he effortlessly guides you through the dance moves, making even the most intricate steps seem simple. 

His movements are poetry in motion, a testament to his professional prowess. He moves with a grace that’s nothing short of mesmerizing, but the same can’t be said for the rest of you. 

Namjoon’s occasional missteps become a source of amusement, each one punctuated by laughter with each stumble he makes. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, adapts to the situation with spontaneous, modified moves that are equal parts humorous and easier to follow. The impromptu choreography shift only adds to the overall comedy of the situation. 

But Hoseok doesn’t mind the deviations or the occasional missteps. In fact, he revels in the joyful chaos that has unfolded. What matters most is that all of you are having the time of your lives, a symphony of laughter and shared experiences that binds you closer together. 

It’s a reminder that the most important thing about dancing isn’t the precision of the moves but the joy and camaraderie it fosters.

As Yoongi takes the wheel, your journey continues, leading you to the coastal city of Gunsan. 

The anticipation in the air is palpable, for this destination holds the promise of both the majestic ocean and the serene river. The weather, still carrying the lingering warmth of the season, offers the perfect opportunity for a dip, but there’s a hint of chilliness creeping into the days. 

You find yourself torn between the allure of the water and the knowledge that the days are growing colder. The thought of swimming lingers in your mind, though it’s not an idea that entirely compels you. Nevertheless, the view alone promises to be nothing short of extraordinary, a breathtaking vista that’s certain to etch itself into your memory. 

Gunsan, with its blend of nature and serenity, is a reminder that adventure doesn’t always require taking a plunge; sometimes, the beauty of the journey lies in the appreciation of the world’s wonders from the shore, where the dance of water and sky becomes a mesmerizing spectacle for the soul.

As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the world in shades of twilight, you arrive in Gunsan. Nightfall wraps the city in a cloak of mystery, adding an aura of enchantment. Yoongi, with his knack for finding hidden gems, parks Holly in a secluded forest, a tranquil oasis nestled by the river’s edge.

The group springs into action, unpacking the van with a sense of purpose and camaraderie. Working together, you transform the forest into a temporary home, setting up the tent and Holly that will cradle your dreams beneath the starry sky.

With the night sky beckoning, a shared desire emerges among all of you. The idea of stargazing becomes a collective yearning, and you gather with excitement, your gazes fixed on the celestial canvas above.

The moment unfolds in pure enchantment. Just as Yoongi had promised, the decision to escape the city lights has unlocked a hidden treasure. The night sky above you reveals its full splendor, every star a sparkling jewel in the celestial tapestry. The purity of this natural canvas takes your breath away.

Lying on a spread of blankets and pillows, the world around you fades into insignificance as you immerse yourself in the cosmic wonder. 

The absence of artificial city lights has unveiled a spectacle of stars so vast and brilliant that it feels as if you’ve been transported to another realm. Each twinkle above holds the promise of stories untold, their radiance capturing the essence of the universe itself.

The night becomes a shared voyage into the infinite, a journey through the constellations that are brought to life by your imagination. It’s a reminder that amidst the hustle and bustle of life, there exists a world of magic in the quiet embrace of nature, a sanctuary for your dreams and the whispers of the cosmos.

As you and Yoongi nestle side by side, sharing a cozy blanket under the resplendent stars, a unique sense of intimacy envelops you. 

He places a soft pillow beneath his head, and his strong chest, as steady as a rock, becomes your resting place. Your heads nestled close together, you find the perfect haven in each other’s presence. As you listen to the rhythmic symphony of his heart, each beat resonates like a soothing lullaby for your soul. 

His deodorant carries a gentle, minty scent, and it’s as if every breath you take is infused with the fragrance of comfort and home. With your head nestled against his neck, you lose yourself in the universe above. 

The stars twinkle like distant promises, but it’s the warmth of Yoongi’s embrace that grounds you in the present. 

In the forest, your friends find their own pockets of serenity, each carved out to soak in the ethereal beauty of the night sky. They sit together, not far from you and Yoongi, a constellation of shared appreciation, their faces aglow with the celestial spectacle above.

“Look!” 

Hoseok’s excited voice pierces through the tranquil night, his finger extending toward the vast canvas of the sky adorned with countless stars. 

Your gaze follows his pointing hand, and there it is—a solitary, shimmering shooting star, distinct from the others, as though it’s been placed there just for you. 

In that brief, electrifying moment, you lock eyes on the elusive star, its brilliance searing into your memory. It vanishes almost as swiftly as it appeared, but the fleeting glimpse is etched in your heart forever. The magic of the celestial moment washes over you, leaving you with a sense of wonder and connection to the universe, as though you’ve shared an intimate secret with the cosmos.

“It’s been such a long time since I saw a shooting star,” you whisper, the words as soft as the night itself, your breath tickling Yoongi’s ear. The connection between you and the universe feels alive at this moment. 

A low, contented hum escapes from Yoongi’s lips, a sound that encapsulates the warmth and satisfaction of the night’s enchantment.

In the tranquil aftermath of the shooting star’s fleeting visit, the world around you seems to hold its breath. The only sounds are the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft, rhythmic beating of Yoongi’s heart next to you, his breath a soothing serenade.

As your fingers entwine with his in the moon-kissed darkness, Yoongi’s voice, heavy with the drowsiness of the late hour, graces your ear. 

“What did you wish for, babe?”

He inquires, his question filled with a sense of intimacy and curiosity. His words draw you closer to him, forging a connection that transcends words.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, a delicate, melodic note in the night’s symphony. The question hangs in the air, laced with playful curiosity, and you respond with a hint of mischievousness. 

“I’m not gonna tell you, otherwise it won’t come true,” you say, your voice carrying the magic of unspoken dreams. With a hint of playful rebellion, you punctuate your response by sticking your tongue out, a gesture of pure spontaneity and a silent agreement between you and the cosmos. 

“What are you, a child?” 

Laughter, light as stardust, dances through the night as Yoongi teases you. His voice carries a playfulness that only deepens your affection for him, but beneath the surface, there’s an unmistakable shift. 

It’s as if the fleeting encounter with the shooting star has stirred something within him.

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi stirs, a silent promise of something more, and in the next heartbeat, he’s poised above you. His presence is magnetic, and he hovers over you with an intensity that’s as irresistible as the cosmos itself.

A charged pause hangs in the air, both of you acutely aware of your friends’ proximity. 

Despite the charged moment, a sense of exhilaration courses through you as Yoongi inches closer, his lips tantalizingly close to yours. His hot breath on your lips sends shivers down your spine, a testament to the electric connection that binds you, an unspoken invitation to share the deepest of secrets, even amidst the watchful gaze of the stars and your friends.

“Hey, manners please.” 

The sudden interjection from Seokjin startles the serene night, his playful admonishment cutting through the charged moment. Your face flushes bright red, at the unexpected interruption. Thankfully, only Yoongi has a front-row view of your flustered reaction.

Seokjin’s reminder feels like a burst of cold water, a humorous jolt that shatters the intense atmosphere that had been building. The embarrassment, however, only lingers for a moment before it’s replaced by a sense of shared laughter among your friends.

Yoongi, unflustered by the unexpected pause, gracefully retreats to his original spot, sitting up instead of lying down. It’s a return to the tranquility of the night, but the air remains subtly charged, a silent promise of secrets and passion that lingers, just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

With a chuckle, Yoongi breaks the silence, his words carrying the soft melody of understanding and a touch of mischief. 

“Sorry,” he says, the word an unspoken bridge back to the lightheartedness that has characterized your journey.

He offers a hand to help you up, and together, you shift into a comfortable sitting position beside him. His body radiates warmth and strength, and as you lean against him, a sense of serenity envelops you both. 

Wrapping yourselves in the same blanket as before, you cocoon yourselves in the shared embrace, the world fading away as you find solace in each other’s presence. In the serene embrace of the night and Yoongi’s comforting presence, you find it remarkably easy to slip away into the moments you share. 

The world beyond seems to dissolve, rendered irrelevant and distant. With him, you lose yourself in the delicate dance of intimacy and love, and the lines between reality and dreams blur.

Your awareness deepens, and the longing for the touch of his body becomes palpable. It’s a yearning that has been held at bay, a silent sacrifice in the company of friends who share your journey. 

The knowledge that your affections for each other have been restrained by circumstance and the presence of others stirs a mixture of desire and frustration. You’re acutely aware of the close quarters, the confined spaces of the van, and the desire for intimacy with Yoongi that remains unfulfilled. 

A cascade of raunchy thoughts flashes before your eyes, a vivid reminder of the passion that simmers beneath the surface. The fiery blush that paints your cheeks reveals the depth of your desire, as well as the vulnerability and yearning that have woven themselves into the fabric of your journey together.

That night, the irresistible pull of desire and longing makes it especially challenging to surrender to the embrace of sleep beside Yoongi. 

A whirlwind of desires, both yours and his, dances through your thoughts, the yearning palpable in every heartbeat. The passion between you simmers, fueling a thousand unspoken fantasies.

Yet, the awareness that Seokjin slumbers in the overhead bunk, just a whisper’s distance away, forces you to temper your desires. 

Your bond of friendship runs deep, and you would never entertain the idea of crossing that line while one of your friends rests nearby. The code of respect and propriety holds sway, even in the throes of your powerful attraction. 

As the night stretches on, you’re left to grapple with your desires in the silence and darkness, the longing as intense as the shimmering stars above, yet restrained by the unwavering commitment to preserving the sanctity of your friendships.

The next morning, you awaken with the weight of a headache pressing against your temples, a physical manifestation of the restlessness that plagued your sleep. 

The sour mood that has settled in your heart colors your every thought and movement, casting a shadow over the new day. You can’t help but wonder if your friends and Yoongi notice the shift in your demeanor, a ripple of discomfort that threatens to disrupt the tranquility of your journey. 

Their silence speaks volumes, an unspoken acknowledgment of your turmoil, yet they choose to tread lightly, offering no comments or questions.

Seokjin takes charge of the morning, preparing a hearty breakfast for everyone. The aroma of sizzling food wafts through the air, and the sight of the meal being lovingly crafted has a soothing effect on your mood.

As you all gather around to share in this simple yet comforting feast, the cloud of your discontentment starts to lift, if only slightly. The taste of the food on your tongue offers a momentary respite from the lingering headache, like a gentle balm for your soul. While the discomfort still lingers, the shared meal becomes a reminder of the support and care that surrounds you, the warmth of friendship and love that can mend even the toughest of mornings.

The prospect of the day ahead fills the air with anticipation and excitement. 

Today, the adventure calls for a thrilling ascent, and you’ve all eagerly committed to rock climbing. 

Your group sets out; the anticipation building with each passing mile, leading you to a park that hides a thrilling secret – an outdoor climbing area. The walls of rock formations stand like miniature mountains, their rugged façades offering an irresistible challenge. The park is a testament to the raw beauty of nature and the human spirit’s desire to conquer it. 

As you stand before these mighty walls, the atmosphere is electric with adventure, the promise of a day filled with courage, triumph, and the thrill of reaching new heights.

Dressed in your climbing gear, you and your friends disperse among the various walls, each one representing a unique and thrilling challenge. 

However, you choose to stick closely to Yoongi’s side, your unwavering anchor in this adventure. While the allure of the rocks beckons you, you’re aware of your own inexperience in climbing. Yoongi’s presence offers both comfort and reassurance. With his prior experience in rock climbing, he has pledged to be your guide and mentor through this thrilling journey. 

His promise to teach you speaks volumes about his dedication, and his presence, like a steady rock face in itself, ensures you feel secure and protected amidst the towering challenges that surround you.

You find yourself drawn to the adventurous spirit of Hoseok and Seokjin, their agile moves on the rocks like a dance with the mountain itself. Their rapid ascent is a testament to their natural affinity for the sport, and their fluid progress up the challenging terrain is nothing short of inspiring. 

As you scan the landscape, your eyes briefly pass over Namjoon, and you can’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. His adventurous spirit often leads to unpredictable outcomes, and a part of you worries about the comical mishaps that might accompany his climb.

Beside you, Yoongi’s steadfast presence anchors you to the experience. While you may hesitate to look at Namjoon, you’re unshaken in your resolve to conquer the challenge with the guidance and support of your trusted boyfriend.

Gratitude surges through you as you remember the reassuring presence of the safety harness. It’s a lifeline, an assurance that even in the face of a fall, you won’t plummet to the ground but instead dangle in mid-air, suspended like a marionette. The harness offers you a sense of security, allowing you to embrace the challenge with determination, safe in the knowledge that the ground isn’t your only destination.

Yoongi, climbing ahead of you, becomes your guide. 

The view you have of him, with his lean, taut physique adorned in skin-tight black leggings, sends a shot of arousal through your body. His movements are both graceful and powerful, an embodiment of the confidence and strength that propel him up the rocky incline. 

Determination fuels your every move as you strive to stay focused on the ascent, keeping your eyes fixed firmly ahead (on Yoongi’s ass) rather than glancing down at the precarious footholds. 

In hindsight, it seemed like the right decision, but at this moment, it proves otherwise.

Without warning, your confidence wavers, and you lose your footing, your grip on the rock slipping from your fingers. 

A gasp escapes your lips as you stumble, the world spinning in a blur of confusion and anxiety.

“Are you okay, babe?” 

From above, Yoongi’s voice pierces through your disorientation, dripping with concern. His gaze, heavy with worry, locks onto you as he begins a swift descent, determined to reach you in your moment of need.

With Yoongi hovering above you, his eyes filled with concern, you muster a meek but reassuring response. 

“Yeah, I just lost my footing,” you admit, your voice carrying a hint of relief that you managed to regain your balance in time, preventing an unsettling freefall.

“You have to stay focused.” 

Yoongi emphasizes, his words a gentle but firm reminder that success in climbing, like in many aspects of life, relies on unwavering concentration. 

With his advice echoing in your mind, he swiftly leaps back into the open air, the descent a fluid and graceful motion. As you begin the descent with careful, measured steps, a sense of vulnerability lingers, and you can’t help but express your frustration. 

“That’s easy for you to say,” you mutter in a low voice, a touch of melancholy coloring your words. Damn his fine ass for making you lose your focus. 

The challenge of descending, unlike Yoongi’s smooth motion, weighs heavily on your mind. You go down slowly, because you’re afraid to propel down the way that Yoongi just did. Although you have to admit it looked really badass.

Gathering your group together for a well-deserved lunch amidst the rock climbing park, you create a space for friendship and new experiences. 

As you break bread together, the atmosphere is charged with a blend of laughter, tales of triumphs and near-misses, and the satisfying feeling of a well-earned meal.

With renewed energy, you set out to conquer more heights after lunch, the challenge invigorating your spirits.

Namjoon’s desire for a respite from the climbing adventure leads him to a bench, where he assumes the role of an avid spectator, content to watch the rest of the group in action. As he observes your collective efforts, a mixture of admiration and relaxation washes over him, providing a different perspective on the climbing adventure.

As a united front, the four of you decide to embark on a challenging ascent, setting your sights on the tallest wall within the park. 

With determination etched into your expressions, you don your climbing gear and secure your harnesses, each buckle serving as a reminder of the trust you place in your companions.

Hoseok and Seokjin, the nimble and quick learners, quickly take the lead, forging ahead with confidence. Their synchrony is an inspiring display of teamwork and shared goals.

Behind, Yoongi remains steadfastly by your side, his commitment unwavering. 

He offers you both guidance and reassurance, saying that he will stay behind you, so he can help you should you need it.

With each step, your movements are marked by an initial sense of uncertainty, as you steadily ascend the imposing wall. The feeling of vulnerability is undeniable, but the knowledge that Yoongi is right there, closely following your every move, serves as an anchor for your courage. 

Also, then he can’t distract you with his handsome ass.

You’ve conquered over half of the wall, your heart pounding with both exhaustion and exhilaration, when, suddenly, you feel the unsettling sensation of your foot slipping from its hold. 

In a heart-stopping moment, your body begins to slide down the rock face, your heart leaping into your throat. 

The world blurs around you as adrenaline courses through your veins. It’s a pivotal moment, a test of your resolve, a reminder of the unpredictability of adventure. 

Your fellow climbers above and below look on, their expressions a mix of concern and readiness to act.

You don’t plummet for long; in a heart-stopping instant, a warm, reassuring hand makes contact with your ass, anchoring you to the rock face. 

As you glance downward in astonishment, your eyes meet Yoongi’s, his features adorned with a playful, knowing smirk. He supports you effortlessly with a single hand, a testament to both his strength and his unwavering dedication to your safety. 

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in that remarkable instant, hearts pounding in unison.

“Thanks, Yoon,” you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and perhaps a hint of something more. 

As you attempt to regain your footing, you’re acutely aware of the way Yoongi’s hand lingers on your lower ass. His touch is both tantalizing and comforting, the warmth of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. 

But then, in a heartbeat, his touch becomes electrifying. 

His fingers inch dangerously close to your pussy which makes your thoughts spin out of control. 

Your mind races, your fantasies dancing on the precipice of desire. You can’t help but envision his long and slender fingers making their way into your tight walls, the sensation of his touch sending a wildfire of sensation through your core. Fuck, no!

In an instant, your world becomes a whirlwind of sensations, a wave of heat and wetness rushing through your body, your desires laid bare. The challenge of the climb takes a backseat to the internal tempest that rages within you, leaving you breathless and yearning for something more, a yearning that leaves you trembling in both fear and longing.

Flustered and torn between desire and the awareness of your surroundings, you find yourself trapped in a maelstrom of emotions. 

The longing for Yoongi’s touch is undeniable, but the thrill of such an intimate moment in a public place leaves you electrified with frustration. 

Anger surges through you like a jolt of electricity, a tempest of pent-up desire and yearning. You wish fervently for a more private setting, where you and Yoongi could explore these desires without restraint. The confines of the outdoor terrain, with your friends nearby, become a cage that threatens to stifle your yearning.

“Fuck!” 

In a moment of sheer exasperation, you can’t contain your emotions any longer. With a burst of frustration, you release a vehement, unfiltered expletive into the air. The word hangs in the atmosphere, a raw expression of your desires and the turmoil they create. 

Your vehement outburst slices through the serenity of the climbing park like a lightning bolt, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. The startled glances of your friends and fellow climbers weigh heavily on you, their curiosity palpable. In this moment, you’d give anything to have the earth open up beneath you and swallow you whole.

The sensation of all eyes on you, especially those of your friends, feels like an inescapable spotlight, casting you as the center of attention in this highly unexpected and intimate moment. 

The desire to retreat into anonymity, to fade into the background, becomes overwhelming, a longing to be anywhere but the epicenter of this newfound tension.

“Babe, just relax and find your footing again.” 

Yoongi’s voice washes over you, a soothing balm in the midst of chaos. His words are imbued with understanding and encouragement, an anchor amidst the storm of emotions that swirl within you. 

As if to emphasize his support, he offers a gentle, loving squeeze to your ass, a playful gesture that elicits a startled jolt and a soft hiss from your lips.

Namjoon swiftly rises from his bench, concern etched across his face. He raises his voice to reach you amidst the climbing park’s echoing atmosphere, calling out in earnest, “Are you okay?”

Hoseok and Seokjin, quick to react with genuine concern, echo Namjoon’s words and actions. 

Their voices, laced with worry, carry through the climbing park as they call out to you, asking if you’re okay. In a united display of solidarity, they, too, begin the descent, their expressions etched with a desire to lend a helping hand.

The embarrassment washes over you in a relentless wave, as you grapple with the intensity of your desire and the stark contrast of your surroundings. 

Your friends, ever supportive and caring, are within arm’s reach, their genuine concern a reminder of the safe space you’ve built within your group.

Yet, the turmoil within you rages unabated. 

Your inner desires, fueled by Yoongi’s touch on your ass, take on a life of their own, a tempestuous whirlwind of longing and lust. In the midst of your friends’ care and the heightened emotions, you grapple with the unshakable, illicit images that captivate your mind. 

Oh, what you’d do to feel Yoongi’s fingers deep inside your pussy. The shame that tinges your thoughts only serves to intensify your arousal, as if your very embarrassment becomes a magnet, drawing you deeper into the maelstrom of desire. 

“She’s fine, I’ve got her.” 

Yoongi’s steady, reassuring voice cuts through the tension that hangs in the air. 

His words are a balm to the concerns of your friends, a testament to the unwavering trust and intimacy that exists between you two. The implicit understanding that he can provide the support you need in this moment speaks volumes about the deep connection you share. 

As he affirms that he has you in his capable hands, it’s a reminder of the inherent trust and confidence that your friends place in him, and in the strength of your relationship. 

“Yeah, we can see that,” Hoseok chuckles, his laughter echoing through the climbing park as he and Seokjin descend past you and Yoongi. 

The desire to fade into obscurity lingers within you, a persistent wish to escape the attention and the complexities of the moment. 

However, an undeniable awareness simmers beneath the surface, a heightened sensitivity to the sticky, intimate sensations that have manifested between your legs. You can’t help but wonder if Yoongi, positioned just outside your leggings, is aware of the wetness that has soaked through the fabric, a silent testament to the unrestrained desires that swirl within you.

“Babe, I’ll climb up to you and hook you onto my harness, okay? Then we can descend together.” 

Yoongi’s voice is a soothing reassurance, a promise that he’ll guide you through this challenging moment. With tenderness, he releases his hold on your ass, shifting his attention to carefully securing your safety. 

His actions reflect the depth of his care as he takes one of your feet and places it on a handle, expertly ascending to your side. In his movements, there’s a display of both confidence and affection, an unwavering commitment to ensuring your well-being in this physically and emotionally challenging situation.

“Hi, babe, you’re doing good.” 

Yoongi’s soothing words caress your ears, his soft smile a gentle reassurance. His kiss, brief and tender, lands on your cheek, a gesture that speaks volumes about his affection and support. 

As he goes about securing your safety, his actions are a testament to his competence and care. With precision, he manipulates the harness, expertly unlocking his own and transferring it to your belt. 

The click of the buckle resounds as he locks it in place, ensuring the snug fit of both your harnesses. He tugs gently to test the security of the connection, and the reassuring solidity of the link reinforces the trust that underpins your relationship.

“We’re gliding down now, okay?” 

Yoongi’s voice is a gentle query, his eyes seeking yours for permission to guide you through the descent. In that moment, the connection between you and him is palpable, a silent understanding that transcends words. 

With a grateful nod, you grant your approval, knowing that you can rely on Yoongi to take control and ensure your safety in this situation.

The descent is remarkably smooth, and you find solace by pressing your body closer to Yoongi’s for added assurance and support. 

His warm chuckle washes over you, a testament to his unwavering calm in this challenging moment. But, as you draw nearer to him, the soft, unmistakable pressure of his arousal becomes evident against your ass and core. 

A smile of understanding graces your lips, knowing that you’re not alone in the intensity of your desire. The shared arousal between you and Yoongi becomes a compelling testament to the magnetic pull that binds you two together, even in the midst of challenging circumstances. 

As you finally reach the ground, Yoongi takes a moment to catch his breath, his deep inhalations and exhalations a testament to his efforts to regain composure. 

You’re acutely aware of the gradual softening of his arousal with each calming breath, a silent display of his remarkable self-control. His ability to manage his body’s responses leaves you in awe, a proof to his strength and presence of mind. 

In those moments, both of you focus on calming the intense sensations that had arisen during your climb. With a shared, knowing look, you acknowledge the simmering desire between you, hoping for a moment alone later to explore the powerful attraction that binds you. 

Seeking a change of pace after the adventurous escapade, you find yourselves in a lively karaoke bar. 

You’ve reserved a private room, where the anticipation for an evening of fun and music electrifies the air. As you wait for your favorite tunes to fill the space, you’ve also placed an order for delicious food to be delivered, ensuring that the night promises not just melody but mouthwatering delights. 

The atmosphere is electric, the room buzzing with excitement, as you and your friends prepare to unleash your inner divas and rock stars on the microphone. 

A sense of wistfulness washes over you as you can’t help but think about how much Jungkook would have cherished this moment. His absence hangs in the air, a reminder of the camaraderie and joy he would have brought to the karaoke session. 

In his honor, you decide to capture as many pictures and videos as possible, intending to share them in the group chat later.

With each passing song, the energy in the room soars. 

You and your friends take turns at the microphone, each performance a chance to showcase your vocal talents or just let loose and have fun. As the music fills the room, the rest of the group settles in with delicious food and cold beers. 

Amidst the laughter and music, a tantalizing undercurrent of desire weaves its way through the room. As you and Yoongi take turns at the microphone, your stolen glances carry a charge of electricity, sparking a sizzling connection that heightens the sexual tension between you to an all-time high.

Back at the camp, the night sky stretches above you, a tranquil backdrop to your shared experiences. 

In the quietude of the outdoors, you take a moment to send the pictures and videos of the karaoke night to Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. As expected, Jungkook’s response echoes a sense of longing, and it’s evident he wishes he could have been there. In response, you make a heartfelt promise to Jungkook, reaffirming the unbreakable bond that connects all of you. 

You vow that once you return home, you’ll recreate the magic of the karaoke night, ensuring that he’s at the center of the fun and music. 

As the night envelops the camp, you surrender to the soothing embrace of Yoongi. 

His arms, strong and reassuring, cradle you with a sense of security that transcends the physical. The rugged contours of his body, so intimately familiar, become your sanctuary in the wilderness. The gentle cadence of his heartbeat, a symphony of love and contentment, serves as your lullaby, its rhythm guiding you into the embrace of slumber. 

In this moment, the melding of two souls under the starry sky transforms into a poignant and evocative image, encapsulating the essence of your profound connection.

The next day, the allure of the city beckons, and you and your friends set out on a leisurely stroll. 

The city unfolds before you, a tapestry of vivid experiences waiting to be explored. As you wander, you’re greeted by the vast expanse of the ocean, its waves whispering tales of distant adventures. 

The city’s streets, lined with charming boutiques and vibrant markets, invite you to partake in retail discoveries. Amidst your exploration, you chance upon a quaint restaurant, its enticing aroma promising a culinary adventure later in the evening. 

As you walk through the shops, you’re drawn to a boutique, its elegant window display showcasing a stunning baby blue mini dress. The dress beckons to you, promising an evening of sophistication and style. With a hint of excitement, you decide to make it yours, envisioning the way it will grace your figure. 

But the enchantment doesn’t end there. 

Your shopping spree takes an unexpected turn as you uncover a pair of exquisite heels tucked away in a charming second-hand shop. These pre-loved gems, with their timeless allure, resonate with your sense of individuality and sustainable fashion. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow, you prepare for the evening ahead. With a deft touch, you apply a delicate layer of makeup that accentuates your natural beauty. 

The baby blue mini dress drapes gracefully over your frame, accentuating your elegance. Your choice of heels, while a statement of style, already hints at potential discomfort. As you emerge from Holly, bathed in an aura of confidence, your heart quickens at Yoongi’s appreciative gaze. 

His eyes wander over you, an admiring hunger in his gaze, and his lips curl into a tender, affectionate smile. 

With his hand outstretched, he intertwines his fingers with yours, marking the beginning of a memorable evening. 

Walking hand in hand, your friends alongside, you reenter the city, the rhythmic click of your heels resonating with the anticipatory excitement coursing through you.

You arrive at the restaurant, an opulent sanctuary of culinary delights. The host guides you to a spacious table thoughtfully arranged to accommodate your entire party. 

As you take your seat, a sense of anticipation and camaraderie fills the air, the promise of a memorable evening echoing in the ambiance.

You find yourself seated directly across from Yoongi, his presence casting a magnetic pull that draws your attention. Namjoon and Seokjin occupy the seats on either side of you, forming a symphony of conversations and laughter. By Yoongi’s side, Hoseok adds a touch of his signature charm and energy to your gathering. 

Perusing the menu, you’re met with a symphony of tantalizing options that dance before your eyes. As you deliberate over the culinary possibilities, your senses come alive with the vivid descriptions and delectable choices. 

The evening holds the promise of an extraordinary dining experience, and you’re eager to make the most of it.

When the time comes to place your orders, each selection is a careful deliberation, a snapshot of individual tastes and preferences. As the orders are relayed to the attentive waitstaff, the anticipation builds, filling the space with the sweet fragrance of delectable expectations.

The drinks arrive with a gentle clinking of glasses, the condensation gleaming like droplets of anticipation. The water sparkles in crystal-clear goblets, the Sprite for Hoseok beckoning with effervescent charm. As the waitstaff departs, leaving behind the freshly served beverages, you all raise your glasses for a silent toast to the adventures you’ve shared so far.

With the first sips, a refreshing cascade of flavors invigorates your senses, setting the stage for the delightful meal yet to come. The conversations around the table take on a vibrant energy, as you reflect on the cherished moments of the journey. 

The laughter and stories weave a tapestry of camaraderie, binding you all together in the warmth of your friendship. Each mention of your adventures and experiences carries a sense of nostalgia, turning mere words into vivid recollections that breathe life into the evening.

Seokjin’s curious eyes lock onto yours, a playful glint in his gaze as he inquires about the part of the trip when it was just you and Yoongi. You feel a warm blush creep onto your cheeks as you recall those intimate moments. 

With a smile, you begin to recount your adventures. “Well, Yoongi and I spent those days hiking through the breathtaking wilderness, looking at beautiful forests and winding mountain trails. The landscapes were like something out of a dream.”

You can see Seokjin’s interest piqued, his curiosity driving him to hang onto your every word. “We also visited Yoongi’s family,” you continued. “His childhood home was so cozy, filled with laughter and stories from his past. It felt like I was getting to know a whole new side of him.” 

Seokjin’s expressions soften, and he nods in understanding. “That sounds lovely. But I also remember something about Holly in the group chat?” 

A chuckle escapes your lips as you remember the mechanical hiccup during the journey. “Oh, yeah, there was a little hiccup with Holly, but Yoongi, being the genius he is, managed to fix it. His determination and quick thinking never cease to amaze me.”

As you speak, Seokjin’s eyes reveal a mixture of emotions; a hint of admiration, and joy. 

The memory of those days held a special place in your heart, and it was clear that Seokjin and the others, too, found this glimpse into your journey captivating.

As Seokjin’s question lingers in the air, you can’t help but feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks. Memories of intimate moments with Yoongi floods your mind, and you briefly avert your gaze, heart racing. 

You know there is more to this story than you are willing to share, but the vivid recollection of Yoongi’s loving and caring gestures can’t be concealed. A soft smile plays on your lips as you think about the times Yoongi had gone above and beyond to make you feel cherished. 

You reminisce about the moments when he surprised you with comfort snacks and pain medication during the most uncomfortable days of your period. It was his unspoken way of saying, ‘I’m here for you, always.’

You decide not to reveal this last part to Seokjin, but your cheeks flare a deeper shade of red. 

Your gaze met Yoongi’s, and a playful smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. His eyes hold a knowing twinkle as he gently brushes his feet against yours under the table, a secret connection between the two of you that is both tender and charged with unspoken desire. 

Yoongi’s feet playfully retreat, and the anticipation for the meal grows as you all exchange excited glances. 

The waitstaff finally arrives, expertly balancing trays filled with an array of tantalizing dishes. The aroma of the food fills the air, a delicious symphony that makes your mouth water. As the dishes are placed before you, a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ fill the restaurant. 

Succulent dishes glisten under the soft lighting, and you can’t help but marvel at the artistry of the chef. Glasses clink as you all raise them in a toast, and the meal commenced. The room is soon filled with the delightful sounds of cutlery meeting plates, the muted conversations of your group, and the occasional burst of laughter.

In between bites, you find yourself lost in the stories and anecdotes that flow around the table. Each dish seems to evoke a memory or a shared experience, and the connection between you all deepens with every passing moment. 

Playful banter and meaningful glances are exchanged, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie.

A comfortable silence has settled in, each of you lost in your own thoughts, until Namjoon suddenly breaks the quietude.

“I got a response from my dating profile.” 

Namjoon announces, a hint of excitement in his voice. As he continues to speak, he punctuates his words with bites of food. His revelation drew everyone’s attention, and smiles of interest played on their lips.

Seokjin, always the nurturing one, leans in, his eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of playfulness. “Well, don’t leave us hanging, Namjoon. Tell us more.”

Yoongi, never one to mince his words, chimes in with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, did you impress her with your knowledge of the universe?”

Amused, you exchange knowing glances with your friends, intrigued to hear the details. “That’s great!” 

You can’t contain your excitement as your eyes lit up, and a genuine smile spread across your face. It’s clear that Namjoon’s news has brightened your mood considerably.

With a sense of camaraderie and shared joy, you playfully nudge Namjoon’s arm, a friendly gesture that conveys both your happiness for him and your close bond. He chuckles in response, the warmth of your support not lost on him. 

As you look into Namjoon’s eyes, a silent understanding passes between you. Your friendship was built on moments like these, celebrating each other’s victories and providing unwavering support in times of happiness and doubt. 

Namjoon’s request catches you by surprise, and a subtle hint of nervousness in his voice doesn’t escape your notice. He reaches into his pocket, producing his phone and opening the dating app, a mix of curiosity and anxiety dancing in his eyes. 

He hesitates for a moment, his phone hovering between you, before he finally hands it over. 

“Actually, would you mind taking a look at our chat?” Namjoon’s voice holds a hint of vulnerability. “And her profile, I just want to be sure she’s worth talking to or not.”

You nod and cast a stern look at Namjoon. 

“I’m not going to see anything inappropriate in your chat, am I?” 

Your voice holds a firm tone as you peer at his phone. 

The last thing you want is to stumble upon explicit content in a conversation involving your friend or some random woman. 

Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly shakes his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “No, no, nothing like that. I promise, it’s all just regular conversation.” 

Relief washes over you as you examine the chat on his phone, glad that your friend respects your boundaries and concerns. The exchange is a reminder of the trust and mutual understanding that underlined your friendship. 

Namjoon’s words had indeed been true. 

The messages are filled with genuine exchanges, and both he and the woman seem genuinely sweet. You can’t help but smile as you read about their shared interests, particularly in Namjoon’s journaling and the small poems he had shared. 

It’s a rare find in the world of dating apps, where most encounters seem to revolve around fleeting connections.

The experience is a stark contrast to your own previous encounters, where it often felt like people were only after one-night stands.

As you hand the phone back to Namjoon, you can’t help but feel genuinely happy for him. 

The chat revealed a sweet and authentic connection that holds the promise of something more meaningful. It’s a moment of celebration, not just for Namjoon but for the belief that true connections can be found in unexpected places.

“She seems really sweet and kind, Namjoon.” 

You remark with a warm smile, your eyes reflecting genuine happiness for your friend. 

As you hand his phone back, you continue to enjoy the food on your plate, the flavors providing a comforting backdrop to your conversation. 

“I think you should invite her out. It seems like she’d appreciate that,” you add with a hint of encouragement.

Namjoon’s eyes lit up at your words, and a sense of gratitude washes over him. “Thank you,” he says earnestly, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and excitement. “I’ll try and text her.”

As you sit with your friends, the warm ambiance of the restaurant enveloping you, your mind drifts back to the unforgettable dinner date you had with Yoongi at his parents’ restaurant. 

The memories flood your thoughts, and you can’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken as you revisit the cherished moments. The restaurant’s interior, bathed in soft, golden light, had provided the perfect backdrop for the intimate evening that night. The enticing aroma of the dishes, prepared with love and expertise, had filled the air. You recall the exquisite taste of the food, the subtle blend of flavors that made every bite a culinary delight. The fond memories of that night had lingered in your heart. You remembered the way Yoongi’s eyes had sparkled as he spoke about his family’s history with the restaurant, and how his smile had warmed your soul. The laughter, the heartfelt conversations, and the way he held your hand under the table – all these moments had etched themselves into your memory.

As you return to the present moment, the memories of that dinner date have left an indelible mark on your heart. 

The palpable emotions from that special night, your love for Yoongi, and the sense of gratitude for the experiences you shared with him and your friends have all left you with a warm and contented feeling.

As the evening’s warmth envelops you, a playful urge stirs within you. 

Your feet begins a slow, deliberate search for Yoongi, an unspoken desire to reciprocate the tenderness he had shown earlier. 

You yearn to caress his feet in return, to create an intimate connection that transcends words. With careful and teasing movements, you trace your feet along Yoongi’s legs, your touch a gentle dance across his shins. It’s an act filled with longing, a silent conversation that speaks of affection and desire. 

“You know that’s my leg, right?” Hoseok beams at you, laughter dancing in his eyes as he points out your mistake. 

Your mouth gapes in surprise, and your face betrays your embarrassment as you realize what you have just done. 

“Shit, sorry,” you mutter, your cheeks flushing in chagrin, and you quickly withdraw your leg as though it had been scorched.

Hoseok’s laughter fills the air, a warm and infectious sound that echoes through the room. His reaction is one of amusement, and he playfully teases you, enjoying the moment.

Yoongi, seated in front of you, can’t resist a smirk at the exchange. 

But then, his expression softens, and he extends his foot to rest gently on your leg. His touch offers comforting strokes, a silent assurance that everything is alright. In that simple gesture, he conveys understanding and warmth, the unspoken language of your love.

The rest of your friends can’t help but chuckle at your honest mistake, their laughter echoing through the cozy restaurant. 

It’s a moment of shared amusement, a testament to the camaraderie that binds your group together. Playful banter and knowing glances are exchanged, as they appreciate the humor in the situation.

Your initial embarrassment gives way to a sheepish grin as you chuckle along with your friends. It is moments like these that makes your gatherings so memorable, where even minor mishaps can become treasured memories.

As you all continue to enjoy your dinner, the restaurant’s warm ambiance envelopes you, the scent of delicious food filling the air. Small talk and laughter intermingle, making this evening another lovely evening with your precious friends. 

Amidst the chatter and laughter, you find it increasingly difficult to maintain your focus. Were they talking about Hoseok’s dating profile, Namjoon’s forgetfulness or Seokjin’s endearing yet cringe-worthy dad jokes that he jokingly predicts his child will inherit? 

You don’t know. 

The topics blend together, the details of the discussion lost on you, your thoughts elsewhere.

Yoongi’s foot, resting gently against your leg, has sparked an enticing sensation. 

It’s an intimate touch, lighting your mind ablaze. 

Flutters dance in your stomach, and your body is heating up with arousal as your senses heighten. The anticipation and desire is palpable, overwhelming your ability to concentrate on the conversation. 

Your cheeks flush, betraying your inner turmoil. The mountain of arousal is undeniable, a surge of desire that pulse through your veins. Your breath quickens, and every subtle movement sends tingles of pleasure through your body.

In the midst of the group’s animated discussions, you can’t help but wonder if Yoongi is fully aware of the effect he is having on you. 

The dynamics of the evening have shifted, leaving you with a yearning for a more private exchange, but for now, you navigate the intoxicating blend of conversation and desire.

The growing frustration has been simmering beneath the surface for days, a relentless craving that refused to be satisfied. You long for release, for a moment to quell the fiery desires that have consumed you. 

You’re simply frustrated – sexually frustrated. 

As Yoongi continues to play with your leg, his foot’s teasing caresses travel higher and higher, inching closer to your thighs, igniting a surge of longing that courses through your entire being.

Each stroke of Yoongi’s foot, light and sensuous, sends shivers of anticipation through your body. The touch is playful yet charged with an undeniable sensuality. 

Your mind and body are at odds, torn between the temptation that lay before you and the need to maintain composure in front of your friends. Frustration and desire mingles, creating a heady blend of emotions that leaves you breathless. 

Your thoughts become a tantalizing dance of longing, while your body responds to Yoongi’s intimate gestures. The connection between you both have deepened, becoming a silent agreement of mutual desire.

Desire wages an internal battle as you struggle to focus on the meal before you. 

Your friends’ laughter and conversation serve as a mere backdrop to the seductive dance that has unfolded beneath the table. The sensuality in the air is palpable, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress your yearning for your teasing boyfriend. 

You choke on your water, a sharp gasp escaping your lips, as Yoongi’s presence crept closer to your inner thighs. The proximity sends a shock of sensations through your body, catching you off guard and leaving you momentarily breathless. 

It is a tantalizing game of temptation that has you on edge.

You desperately try to regain your composure, determined not to let your desires consume you entirely. Each bite of food and sip of water becomes a test of your willpower, a distraction from the magnetic pull of Yoongi’s nearness. 

The anticipation in the air grows all the same, leaving you and Yoongi both aware of the heightened sensuality between you.

The frustration that has been simmering beneath the surface finally reaches its breaking point. With an abruptness that surprises even you, your hands slam down on the table, creating a startling sound that cuts through the ambient hum of conversation. 

“I have to go to the restroom,” you announce, your voice laced with a mixture of agitation and desire. Without waiting for a response, you rise from your seat, hurrying towards the restrooms.

As you storm away, the world seems to blur around you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, the rush of blood in your ears echoing the turbulent conflict within. The sensual tension that has enveloped the evening have left you both electrified and conflicted, a battle between desire and self-control that rages within.

Yoongi watches you closely, his eyes following your every move. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s subtle yet deliberate actions. 

With a napkin in hand, he raises it to his mouth, lightly blotting away any remnants of his meal. The deliberate motion has a certain sensuality to it, an unspoken acknowledgment of the charged atmosphere that has enveloped the two of you.

As you stride toward the restrooms, your heart racing, and your mind buzzing with a mixture of curiosity and desire. What did Yoongi’s actions mean? Was he responding to the tension that had flared between you, or was it merely a casual gesture? 

As your group nears the end of the meal, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. Yoongi’s actions become the focal point of attention as he takes a sip of his water. The room seems to hush, and the eyes of your friends gradually shift toward him, their curiosity piqued. 

The restaurant’s ambiance becomes a backdrop to the unspoken tension that has been building all evening. With each passing moment, the anticipation mounts. 

The exchange of glances and knowing looks among your friends hints at their curiosity, and they await Yoongi’s next move with bated breath. 

Yoongi’s timing is impeccable, drawing everyone’s attention to him at a moment when the sensual tension between you both had reached its peak. 

Seokjin’s words carry a weight that settles over the table, his calm but somewhat stern voice imbuing his statement with a sense of urgency. 

“Try not to take too long,” he says, his gaze shifting from Yoongi to the restrooms, “otherwise we’re leaving without you.”

The words hang in the air, and Yoongi casually shrugs his shoulders as he walks away. 

The group’s dynamics are subtly shifted as Seokjin’s statement left everyone pondering the unspoken implications. As Yoongi leaves for the restrooms, Namjoon and Hoseok look at Seokjin with raised eyebrows.

Thankfully, the restrooms are single rooms, offering a semblance of privacy in a moment of internal chaos. 

You hurriedly push through the door, the lock forgotten in your haste, and find solace in the solitude of the room. Placing both hands on the cold sink, you meet your own gaze in the mirror, your reflection echoing the inner turmoil that has taken hold.

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desire. Your thoughts race, flashing with illicit images of you and Yoongi, each one a potent reminder of the magnetic pull that has drawn you closer throughout the evening.

The restroom, a small oasis of isolation, provides a moment of respite from the outside world. The harsh fluorescent light overhead illuminates your flushed cheeks and the turmoil in your eyes. As your racing heart gradually slows, you focus on regaining your composure, determined to face the unknown awaiting you beyond the restroom’s door back at the table. 

Then, as if summoned by your most fervent desires, the restroom door swings open, and Yoongi steps inside with an urgency that leaves you momentarily startled. 

The soft click of the door’s lock closing behind him sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, as the world outside seems to fade away. In the confined space of the restroom, the atmosphere crackles with tension. 

The harsh fluorescent light overhead casts shadows that dance across your flushed cheeks, creating an intimacy that feels both electrifying and forbidden.

As Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, an unspoken understanding passes between you. He looks you up and down with a hunger in his gaze, like a predator ready to devour its prey. 

Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart races in response to the unspoken promises that hang heavy in the air. In the confined quarters, your senses heighten, and you can almost taste the desire that pulse between you. 

The sound of your own racing heartbeat echoes in your ears, serving as a reminder of the intimacy of this moment.

Like magnets drawn together, your lips find his in a heartbeat, the connection instant and electric. 

You wasted no time, your mouth melding in a passionate embrace that sets your senses ablaze. The kiss is a fusion of desires, a meeting of souls that leaves you both breathless and wanting more. The taste of him, a heady combination of desire and longing, lingers on your lips. His mouth is warm, and the kiss ignites a fiery hunger within you, an insatiable desire that refuses to be quenched. 

The dance of your tongues is an intimate symphony, a hot and wet exploration that leaves no doubt of your shared desires or intentions.

Emotions swirl in the depths of the kiss, desire and love mingling in a passionate whirlwind. 

It is a moment of lust, of surrender to the fiery attraction that has been building between you for days. Your hearts beat in harmony, the intensity of your union transcending the physical act of kissing. 

As the kiss deepens, the world around you fades into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in an intimate embrace. The magnetic pull that has drawn you together is undeniable, and the moment holds the promise of a love that burns brighter than the hottest flame.

He growls into your mouth, the sound deep and primal, igniting a fire within you that surely matches his own intense desire. 

The kiss is a symphony of sensations, a passionate tangle of lips and tongues that leaves no doubt about the depth of your longing. His taste is a heady elixir, and the urgency of the moment intensifies as you both surrender to the fierce and animalistic attraction between you. The kiss is a wild dance, a tangle of desire and love that defies restraint.

The warmth of his body pressing against yours, and the growl, like a declaration of intent, reverberates through your very being. It’s a sound that echoes the unspoken desires you both hold, a shared longing that transcends words. 

In this electric moment, you know that he wants you just as much as you want him. The emotional and physical attraction you share is undeniable, and the intensity of your union is a testament to the depth of your love and desire.

Your hands, guided by a fiery desire, embark on a journey down his body. 

Fingers tracing the contours of his form, mapping the landscape of his yearning with a sensuality that defies restraint. As your touch finds its destination, you boldly explore the growing desire that throbs inside his pants. 

He responds with a primal urgency, pressing his body further into yours, the heat of his need mirroring your own. The friction of your bodies creates a scorching intensity, a magnetic pull that seems to draw you closer with each passing moment.

Desire crackles in the air, a palpable connection that transcends words. The weight of unspoken emotions and a shared longing hangs heavy in the room. 

The world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the two of you locked in an intimate embrace.

Amid the intoxicating exchange of kisses, you gasp, breathless with desire and a torrent of pleasure that courses through your veins. 

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe between heated kisses, the words a testament to the dizzying want and ecstasy that engulfs you both.

“Babe, we don’t have long.” 

He whispers urgently, his voice laced with desire and a hint of desperation. As his hands gently cradle your cheeks, his touch radiates warmth and a dash of lust that heightens the intensity of the moment.

You gaze into his eyes, your own filled with a potent blend of lust and longing. 

It’s a silent exchange, void of words. 

The urgency of the situation only serves to amplify the depth of your connection, the magnetic pull that draws you closer with each passing second. You nod, your lips seeking him once more as your desires and thoughts intertwine in a passionate dance. 

In the midst of the heated exchange, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions, your desires a tangled web of yearning. Uncertainty mingles with the intensity of your arousal. What did you want from him beyond this passionate moment? Your thoughts are a chaotic jumble, your desires a tempestuous sea. Yet, one thing is clear – you crave the electrifying touch of his body against yours.

As you explore the contours of his dick in your hands, you feel a powerful twitch that resonates with your own needs. It’s a silent revelation of your desires, and you feel your resolve crumble more and more. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss, his voice breathy and panting as he murmur, “I can fuck you against the sink. I can be quick.” 

His words hang in the air, heavy with desire and anticipation, as he searches your eyes for permission.

In that charged moment, your emotions swirl in a whirlwind of desire and restraint. The prospect of giving in to Yoongi’s passionate proposal is tempting, but conflicting thoughts hold you back.

You shake your head, and in that subtle gesture, you convey the depth of your internal conflict. 

For a fleeting instant, confusion clouds Yoongi’s expression. He can’t quite decipher the complex emotions that dance in your eyes. It’s a moment of unspoken desires and uncharted territory, a silent negotiation between two souls yearning for each other.

“I want to suck your dick and you to fuck my mouth.” 

You whisper, your voice laced with vulnerability and desire as you gaze at Yoongi with puppy dog eyes. 

“Please?” 

The plea in your voice is tinged with a raw, unfiltered yearning that seems to hang in the air.

The intensity of your request speaks volumes about your desires and your willingness to surrender to Yoongi’s pleasure. 

You don’t fully understand why this particular act holds such allure at this moment, but it is proof of your desire to provide him with all the pleasure in the world.

“Fuck.” 

He breathes out, his voice a mix of desire and internal conflict as he runs a hand through his soft, long black hair. His eyes meet yours, and he gazes at your pleading face with a mixture of understanding and longing. 

He knows that the intensity of your desire must be almost unbearable at this point and you probably really wanted him to fuck you. Yoongi’s hesitation is a reflection of his willingness to indulge your desires, to receive as much as he had given you. 

He understands the depth of your needs, and his response is a testament to the unspoken promise of mutual pleasure and fulfillment. He would never say no to you anyway.

He nods in agreement, and with a sense of urgency, you gracefully descend to your knees. 

The anticipation in the air is palpable as your lips curl in anticipation, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. Your fingers move with practiced ease, deftly unbuckling his belt and pants. 

When your hand finds his dick through his underwear, a low hiss escapes his lips, and a deep, guttural groan of frustration vibrates through the room. The touch of your fingers is electrifying, igniting a fire that threatens to consume both of you.

You gush in amazement over his clothed erection, your fingers tracing its shape through the fabric. 

Looking up into Yoongi’s eyes, you purr, “You’re already so hard, Yoon, all for me?” 

Your tone was flirtatious, and a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you batter your eyelashes at him, adding a playful tease to your words.

The anticipation in the air crackles with desire, and your seductive words and actions only adds fuel to the fire. The sensation of his cock beneath your fingertips is electrifying. In response to your flirtatious inquiry, a low, deep groan escapes Yoongi’s lips, and a smoldering desire blazes in his eyes. 

Your playful banter and sensual touch has ignited a passion that sends shivers down his spine and straight to his dick.

“Yes,” he gasps, his voice a breathless affirmation as his hands find purchase in your hair and on your face. 

His touch is electric, conveying a sense of urgency for you to keep going. The emotions that course through both of you are intense and raw, a blend of desire, vulnerability, and a profound attraction. Your actions and reactions are proof to the depth of your love and the unspoken promise of fulfillment.

You seize the elastic of his underwear and, with deliberate intent, slide the fabric down along with his pants. The sensation of freedom and vulnerability that accompanies this act is palpable. 

As you reveal his girthy cock, the room seems to pulse with anticipation. The touch of your hands and the texture of his skin convey a heightened sense of desire. Yoongi’s reaction is immediate and intense. He hisses through clenched teeth, his body tensing with a jolt of pleasure so powerful it threatens to overwhelm him instantly. 

With a sharp inhalation, he throws his head back, inadvertently making contact with the wall. The sound of the impact reverberates through the room.

You moisten your hands with a soft exhale of breath, spitting in your hands, preparing for the intimate act to follow. With a deliberate and sensual touch, you grasp his dick with one hand, causing him to keen in response. 

A soft man escapes his lips as you give him a tender stroke from the base to his reddening tip. The sensation of your touch is electrifying, igniting a fire that blazes between you. 

“Your dick is so beautiful.” 

Your words, a whispered confession of admiration, sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine as he gazes down at you. The smile on your face, your eyes filled with desire, is making him go feral already. He swallows hard, trying to contain his own desire.

With a tender smile, you wrap your mouth around his length, and the sensation is nothing short of exquisite. 

He can’t hold back a loud, involuntary moan that escapes his lips, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. In the back of his mind, he remembers you are in a public restroom and that discretion is essential, but your sinful gaze and the electrifying touch of your lips on him makes it nearly impossible. 

The taste of your mouth and the heat of the moment consumes him, and he finds it challenging to stifle the sounds of pleasure.

You hollow your cheeks, savoring the taste of his precum and texture of him, while a soft, deliberate rhythm of your breathing through your nose fills the air. 

The sensations are electrifying, and it is clear that you are fully immersed in the intimate act, mind void of thoughts except for the need to satisfy him to the best of your abilities.

As you take him as far as you can in your mouth, you add an enticing twist to your touch by using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t accommodate in your mouth. 

The sensations are overwhelming, and it is evident that you both are lost in the intensity of the moment, slurping noises filling up the space of the restroom. As you continue to pleasure him, the intensity of the moment grows, and your own desire surges like a tidal wave. 

Every sensation, every touch, and every moan is making you go wild. You can feel the heat building within you, your own arousal intensifying with each passing moment. The intimate act between you and the raw desire it ignites leave you breathless, your heart pounding. In response to the passion that consumes you, you feel a sticky wetness that escapes from your pussy. 

You release his cock with a tantalizing pop, your fingers eagerly seeking more of his length.

Your mouth works magic on him as you play with his head and laps at his frenulum while your hand squeezes his balls, a deliberate and sensual dance that makes his dick twitch in response. A deep moan escapes him, his voice husky with desire as he praises your actions.

“Just like that, babe.” 

He groans, his words dripping with desire. It’s a moment of electrifying intimacy, where every touch and every flick of your tongue is a promise of immeasurable pleasure. 

You swirl your tongue around his head again, savoring his taste and sucking him as if he was the most delicious lollipop. The sensation is electrifying, and you are certain you are driving him to the brink of madness. 

The grip he has in your hair tightens, fingers tensing more with each passing moment as you continue to savor him. God, you love the slight burning sting in your scalp, making you moan around his length. 

You tease him playfully, your voice a seductive whisper as you quip, “You like it, Yoon?” 

With a devilish smile, you extend your tongue and sensually place his dick on it, savoring the taste as you lick it slowly. Your eyes meet his, filled with a mischievous desire that consumes both of you.

As you spit on his dick again, you intensify the electrifying sensation before engulfing it once more. The intensity of your actions is met with a deep moan of pleasure from him, you name escaping his lips as he feels overwhelmed with the pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuck yeah,” he pants between moans, his voice thick with desire. 

Your mastery over his dick is driving him to the edge of release, the tantalizing sensations almost overwhelming. He wants more, so much more, and he yearns for the time to savor every inch of you. 

To take his sweet fucking time to ravish you. 

But in the midst of his thoughts and pleasure, he suddenly realizes that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. The world outside is a blur, the minutes slipping away, and he totally forgot about your request in the wake of his own pleasure. 

He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and he simply can’t let this moment pass.

He seizes control of your mouth, by holding you face and hair in place, as begins to fuck your mouth with raw intensity. 

Your senses are ablaze, you relax your throat and the pleasure and desire is driving you to a fever pitch. 

With ragged breath, he manages to pant, “If it’s too much, just tap my thigh or say so, and I’ll stop,” as he tries to steady himself, to give you time to relax your throat more.

He thrust into your mouth with a frenzied urgency, and you are acutely aware of the need to relax your mouth and jaw more to accommodate him smoothly.

As you work to maintain a steady rhythm and meet his intensity, your senses are ablaze with the taste, the texture, and the intoxicating sensations he’s invoking in you. 

The sight of you on your knees, taking his dick so eagerly and skillfully, is driving him to the brink of desire. 

He’s captivated by the intensity of the moment, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. As he increases the pace, your vulnerability and the depth of your connection only fueled his fervor. With each thrust, the waterline in your eyes begins to pool, and a few tears escape, but damn you like it.

As you watch Yoongi fall apart above you, his disheveled hair and blown-out eyes almost as dark as his midnight-black hair, a surge of arousal courses through you again. The raw vulnerability he displays, the soft, passionate moans that escape his lips, fuel your desire to an insatiable intensity. 

With every moment that passes, the anticipation and intensity grows. The knot of desire coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach, building with an urgency that leaves you breathless. 

“You’re doing so good.” 

He murmurs, his voice heavy with desire as he pulls your hair with one hand and strokes your cheek with the other. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you tremble as you close your cheeks around his dick. 

The feeling of him inside you makes you moan, and your inner walls tighten and pulse around the tantalizing emptiness, essence of your orgasm dripping into your panties. Your vision blurs and your ears are filled with a high pitched ringing. His words are a potent blend of encouragement and passion, driving you further into the whirlwind of your orgasm.

The vibrations of your moans resonate through Yoongi, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

As you ride out your orgasm while he fucks you mouth, you gather enough stamina to play and squeeze his balls. 

The intensity of the moment is so overwhelming, you feel fucked out. He can feel the climax approaching, an unstoppable force that consumes him, and even if he wanted to, he can’t resist the powerful pull. 

You feel his thrusts get rougher and more erratic as he continues to fuck your warm mouth, and you know that he is close to the edge. You squeeze his balls more, because you’ve come to know that he likes that very much.

“Shit, I’m coming!” 

He urgently alerts you, breaking the tension that has held you both in its grasp for so long. 

You have been holding your breath, creating a tight vacuum around his dick as he reaches his climax. With a deep moan of your name, he releases into your delicious mouth, and you do your best to shallow what you can, but some of his cum runs out and tracing a tantalizing path from your lips down your chin.

You shiver, your body still humming with the aftermath of a surprising orgasm that has taken you by surprise. The intensity of the moment lingers, and you try to catch your breath, your heart racing in your chest.

As you slowly pop off his dick, a string of saliva and cum connects your mouth to him, like an unbreakable bond that symbolizes the depth of your attraction. 

The world outside has momentarily ceased to exist again, and in the quiet aftermath, the two of you remain locked in an intimacy that you revel in. 

You pant furiously for air, your eyes blown and expression blank.

“Are you okay, babe?” 

He asks with worry etched in both his eyes and tone. He hurriedly descends to your panting and trembling form, his face etched with concern and tenderness. The intensity of the moment has left you both shaken, but the depth of your connection remains unwavering.

You try to steady your breath and nod, unable to find your voice in the aftermath of the passionate encounter. His touch is gentle as usual, and his concern is evident. Your gaze locks onto him with an intensity that takes him aback. 

Your eyes speak of love and profound lust as you try to steady your breathing more.

“I had an intense orgasm.” 

You confess in a breathy voice, the words laden with the weight of your intimacy. The quiet revelation hangs in the air, and you feel immensely proud.

“Without being touched?” 

He asks in wonder, his fingers softly stroking your cheeks as he wipes a strand of hair away from your face. His astonishment mirrors his eyes as he gazes at you, reflecting the profound attraction you share.

“Yeah,” you breathe with so much love in your voice that it feels like a warm embrace. As you kiss him, the sensation is a sweet and tender connection that leaves you feeling like you could drown in the depth of your emotions.

“That has never happened to me before,” you whisper against his plush lips, your words carrying the weight of the unique and profound experience you have just shared. 

His eyes widen at your confession, a mix of surprise and pride reflecting in their depths. He feels an overwhelming sense of accomplishment knowing that he had brought you to such a profound place without even touching you.

“Damn, babe,” he breathes, his voice heavy with admiration and passion. He kisses you back with a fiery intensity, his lips conveying the depth of his emotions. 

You both chuckled softly, your breaths mingling in the aftermath of your passionate exchange. The warmth of the moment and the connection you shared lingers in the air, binding you closer.

As your breaths steady, you take a moment to appreciate the depth of your feelings for each other. With shared glances that speak volumes, you know it’s time to rejoin your friends. You press a final, tender kiss to each other’s lips, an unspoken promise of the passion and connection you had just indulged in.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the taste of him lingering on your lips. 

Both you and Yoongi rise from your intimate encounter, your actions synchronized like a well-choreographed dance. 

He smoothly pulls his underwear and pants back up, the buckle of his belt clicking softly in the dimly lit restroom. As you both compose yourselves, you can’t help but feel a sense of closeness that transcends the physical. It’s a powerful reminder of the deep connection you share, both in moments of intimacy and in the quiet moments that follow.

Before you head back out to join your friends, Yoongi gently holds you back, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. 

His voice is low and full of promise as he whispers, “I promise, when we get back home, I’ll take my sweet time with you and fuck you all night long.” 

His words, heavy with longing and anticipation, sends a rush of desire through your veins and you feel like you want to stay with him in his dimly lit restroom forever. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, the tenderness leaving you breathless. 

You can’t wait for that passionate moment that he speaks so lustfully about, a promise of future moments to savor.

As you emerge from the restroom, you can’t help but notice the line of people waiting outside, a few of them casting slightly disapproving looks in your direction. 

But you don’t care. 

A radiant, satisfied smile plays on your lips as you continue down the corridor. 

After all, you have just experienced an orgasm without the usual physical touch of your erogenous zones – a sensation that leaves you feeling like you are soaring on a cloud.

Your mind is a whirlwind of satisfaction, and you revel in the newfound sense of empowerment as you let Yoongi lead you back to your table. It’s as if the world can’t touch you, and the disapproving looks of others is nothing compared to the euphoria that has enveloped you. 

You feel truly liberated, a captivating embodiment of your own desires.

As you return to your table, sliding back into your seat between Namjoon and Seokjin, you can’t help but sport a pleased smile that practically screams ’fool in love.’ 

The shift in your demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends, and their curious glances and knowing smirks only add to the atmosphere.

“Sorry I took so long,” you confess, the warmth of the recent encounter still playing across your features, like an intoxicating secret. The words spilled from your lips with a hint of playfulness.

Yoongi takes his place beside Hoseok, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he observes your changed disposition. The chemistry between you and him is palpable, a shared secret that binds you together.

As you settle back at the table, you can’t help but notice the knowing glances exchanged among your friends. 

The subtle smiles and raised eyebrows said it all – they had a pretty good idea of what had transpired in the restroom. But the beauty of your newfound contentment makes you feel like you don’t give a shit. You feel a sense of fulfillment that transcends any embarrassment or concern.

“You have something on your face.” 

Hoseok’s innocent comment draws everybody’s attention to your face. 

Your heart quickens, and you feel a rush of embarrassment as their gazes lock onto you. Yoongi, beside you, notices the remnants of his release on your lips, and his eyes darken with a mixture of arousal and possessiveness.

Unable to resist the tension in the moment, he reaches over the table, his fingers brushing your skin, and he gently wipes away the evidence of your shared encounter. 

The intimate gesture sends a shiver down your spine. 

As he retracts his hand, his gaze never leaves yours, his eyes smoldering with unspoken desire.

In a bold move, he proceeds to suck the leftover substance from his fingers, a sensuous display that leaves a subtle charge in the air and you let out a small airy gasp. 

The guys can’t contain their collective protest, exclaiming in unison, “Aish, that’s gross!” 

Their reactions are a blend of shock, surprise, and playful embarrassment. Your friends’ comments hang in the air, creating a humorous contrast to what transpired between you.

But for you, it’s an entirely different experience. 

As you watch Yoongi’s bold actions, you can’t help but be utterly captivated. 

A new wave of arousal surges between your legs, your heart racing in response. The sight of him, unapologetically intimate and confident, has an irresistible allure that leaves you breathless.

While your friends recoil in jest, you find yourself locked in a silent exchange with Yoongi, the unspoken desires between you two continuing to simmer just beneath the surface again. 

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Ms. Demorra,

First, I'm writing this at 2:37 AM while part of the way through an all-nighter sewing project for a rush order. (YES, there is misery. But at least I have something to read while I wait for things to wash/dry/cool/embroider/etc.)

I decided to treat myself and buy Hunger Pangs, as I've been meaning to pick it up for a while and I know it's just my thing!

I'm barely into the book, I'm fascinated and I love your writing style. But I noticed something and HAD to thank you for it:

"Also 1887"

ALSO! ALSO! You are telling me it is the SAME year, instead of me going "Wait, when was that first chapter set? I better flick back and check." It's so much nicer of a layout and it's fixed one of the things that drives me insane about most date tags in books. I *care* about the timeline and when things are happening in relation to each other, but *good heavens* is it annoying to have to flick back to reorient myself.

Anyways, best wishes, I hope you are feeling well today, and do give Holly Mop some pets on my behalf!

Boy are you going to love the next chapter,“also, also 1887” followed by “early spring 1888” and “later spring 1888” and “still spring 1888.” 😂

But yeah, I too struggle to keep track of dates (thanks, ADHD) and what started as my own way of keeping tabs in my notes sort of turned into a running gag with my editors which we decied to keep going and used it in the book proper because hey, why not? It works.

I’m really glad we did too, because I’ve had a ton of fellow ADHD’ers message me like “I could follow the timeline!!!!” which I know can be a major source of frustration, especially when a book’s story can span several months, or in this instance, years.

This way, you’re getting a reminder at the start of each chapter that yes, this is still the same season, so that when the season does change, it’s more noticeable (at least to me) than just throwing a random date out that requires you to go “wait when was the last date jump, I better go back and look” every single time.

Anyway, I am glad it works for you too, and I hope you continue to enjoy the rest of the story. And good luck with your rush order! I hope you get some rest soon 💖

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Hello, dear husband! I’m here to request some Alfie lore because I am always thinking of him 🥹

I wanna know all about how he came to be. Who brought the topic up first, Buck or Tommy?

What was finding a surrogate like?

How did they find out? Like were Buck and Tommy together when they got the news? Or did one find out and have to keep it secret (even for just a few hours)

Who cried harder at the first ultrasound?

I wanna know All the Things™️ please and thank you 😘

*rolls up sleeves* right, lets get into it!!

Tommy bought it up first. He knew Buck loves kids - you've only gotta watch how he is with Christopher and Jee to know that - but it took Tommy a second longer to decide how he felt about them. He's got a lot of trauma in his past with his parents to unpack but he knew he wanted a family with Buck and he would love his child with everything he could. Buck, as it turns out, hadn't been wanting to pressure Tommy so had been waiting for him to bring it up, to see if that was something he wanted.

Finding a surrogate wasn't as hard as they expected it to be and they managed to find someone that was willing only a couple of months into searching. An egg donor was a little more difficult but after going through a fertility clinic, they ended up finding someone that ticked their boxes. Their surrogate (Holly) was a lovely mother of 3 with an extremely supportive wife (Megan), who ended up becoming an integral part of their life/family and they remain very good friends to this day.

They knew which day was meant to be the day of the bloodwork to confirm the pregnancy, so naturally Buck is a complete nervous wreck his whole shift and it takes a significant amount of distraction from Eddie to get his mind back on course. They'd planned to have dinner with Holly and Megan after their shifts, and they'd find out then. Holly and Megan have remarkably good poker faces on and I'm sure fully intended to string them along until dessert time (they'd bought cupcakes with little pacifiers frosted on them) but Buck practically jumps them the second they're in the door. When Holly produces the cupcakes from her tote bag, Buck is so excited he grabs her in a big bear hug and then immediately puts her down like "fuck you're pregnant, you've gotta take it easy!!". Tommy is so excited he has to do a couple of laps of the house, cheering and whooping like his team won the playoffs, and he's grinning so hard he can barely eat his food

Everyone was definitely expecting Buck to cry the hardest but it ends up being Tommy who does. One of the super cool things about them doing IVF is that they're invited to see the embryos at when they're still in the cellular stage so they see Alfie (and 4 other siblings) all at 4 cells old, and Buck makes all these jokes like "awww they've got your nose babe!" The embryos are a mixture of Buck and Tommy's DNA, the clinic knows who's are who's, and they use one of Buck's first. ANYWAYS. The second Tommy sees that little jellybean wiggling around on the screen he breaks the fuck down, the overwhelming realness of everything flooding him because that there!!! That is his baby!!! And any and all reservations he had about parenting and being a father go out the door because in that moment he knows he'd do anything for that little blob, he'd move mountains to make sure the baby is okay. Buck, of course, cries and sniffles and is a general overall mess but Tommy has to give himself a minute to recover cause he's never loved anything so goddamn hard and it's a little overwhelming.

Thank you for asking me about Alfie!!! He is my most favourite little man ever and I will yap about him for years!!! Obligatory @theotherbuckley @perfectlysunny02 @actuallyitsellie and @slightlyobsessedwitheverything for alfie lovers tag

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for smau… mat barzal just gushing over his girls (wife and daughters) all the time to the point where he literally doesn’t even post hockey anymore. it’s just his girls 25/8 and his teammates are always commenting and chirping at him.

love love love this idea!!! i took the name nora from my mat barzal fic and just picked the other from a baby name website. also, i dont know many islanders so theres only a few lol

honestly i kinda wanna take this and turn it into an AU lol

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ny_islanders 😎

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mattymarts17 there will be a better feeling one day bud

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user1 since when does Mat have a gf?? ⤷titobeauvi91 that's his wife 👀 ⤷user2 SINCE WHEN IS MAT BARZAL MARRIED

ynbarzal miss you too ❤️ ⤷user3 brb going to stalk her profile

bohorvat young love

al_rom26 yeah man you're kinda depressing when your wifey isn't here ⤷barzal97 am not ⤷mattymarts17 he's right

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pagertrain did yn approve this caption? ⤷ynbarzal no she did not.

joshanderson_77 congrats guys!

user1 omg awwwww

titobeauvi91 can't wait to be upgraded to uncle ⤷barzal97 you'll have to visit us

user2 baby mama lmao love it

ynbarzal can you come make me a sandwich ⤷barzal97 I am in the next room?? ⤷ynbarzal too much energy ⤷bohorvat don't question pregnant women bud ⤷user3 she's so cute omg

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barzal97 Welcome to the world Nora. Beyond thankful for my wife❤️

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titobeauvi91 booking my plane ticket now ⤷barzal97 ✌️

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mattymarts17 we're so happy for you guys. ⤷barzal97 thanks man

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ynbarzal love you and our little family <3 ⤷barzal97 love you ❤️

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bohorvat Holly said to bring Nora for a playdate with the kids soon ⤷ynbarzal i'll text her!

user1 she is literally living the life we all want ⤷user2 fr

al_rom27 workin on #2 yet? ⤷ynbarzal get outta here ⤷barzal97 👀

titobeauvi91 do you even play hockey anymore🙄 ⤷barzal97 full time dad ⤷ynbarzal he's in dad mode

user3 🥺🥺🥺

mattymarts17 she's growing like a weed

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barzal97 Nora is getting upgraded to big sister!

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titobeauvi91 growing your own hockey team so you don't have to play? ⤷barzal97 you know it

user1 no wayyy ⤷ynbarzal yes wayyy

ny_islanders Can't wait to see Nora as a big sis!

al_rom26 you just should change your username to "mat barzal family fan account" ⤷ynbarzal tell me about it

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user1 girl dad!!!

mattymarts17 how's Nora adjusting? ⤷barzal97 she doesn't want anyone else to hold her Rosie so we're working on that

titobeauvi91 2 down, 18 to go ⤷ynbarzal Anthony, get out of here

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titobeauvi91 that is so sweet... I kind of love it

ynbarzal we love you so much ❤️

ny_islanders beautiful family!

user1 literally crying ⤷user2 same omg

al_rom26 ok this is officially a mat barzals family fan account

mattymarts17 I told you bud