#will defo reread this every morning

[jjoongstar]

i… am speechless. now what even is this im so wet like i found another side of me that i nvr knew, damn. THIS IS SO AMAZING LIKE ITS SO FUCKED UP LIKE HELL YEAH IM SO INTO THIS SHI! HWA WAS SO HOT IN HERE LIKE MAN, THIS IS SO ATTRACTIVE FOR WHAT!? i fear you slayed this too much, you deserve an award, istg this made me go insane. i so cant be normal after this. oh good heavens…😞

no way out (p.sh)

pairing: hostage!reader x maifa boss!seonghwa

preview: seonghwa loves to collect pretty things. when he saw you, he knew he needed to add you to his collection.

tags/warnings: fem reader, (leather) gloved fingering, pussy slapping, begging, gun + knife play, edging, overstimulation, s&m, dacryphilia, degrading, praise, pet names (doll, princess, baby, angel), hair pulling, possessiveness, marking, choking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: kidnapping, kinda noncon, beginning stages of stockholm syndrome, guns and knives ofc

wc: 2.7k

song recs for this fic: criminal by britney spears

a/n: please read the tags and triggers very carefully!!!

seonghwa sat comfortably in his black mercedes benz, watching the people around him. his dark tinted windows gave no one any awareness of his presence. many people gawked at his car, amazed to see something so expensive on this side of the city. “anything catching your eye, boss?” his driver asked, breaking the thick silence. seonghwa shakes his head, staring into the rearview mirror. “no, but we’ll give it another couple of minutes.” he returned his eyesight to scan the crowd.

the leather seats of his car were comfortable enough to give him the relaxation he needed while scoping out the crowds of people. spending so much time indoors had caused him to forget just how many people live in seoul. he leaned back against the headrest, wishing that endeavours like these didn’t take so long. he crosses his arms, his leather gloved hands resting on his biceps.

he spotted plenty of objectively attractive people, some he might’ve dared to test on any other occasion. but he knew what he wanted. finally, through the crowd, he spots you. you glow within the crowd like the sun in the sky. “there.” the man in the passenger seat is quick to jump out, standing in your way. you trip over yourself a bit, startled by the sudden presence in front of you. “sorry ma’am, do you have a minute?” he asks, your eyebrows furrowing. seonghwa climbs out of the car and appears behind his bodyguard. “no, i don’t,” you respond, quick to dodge both men, staring down at your phone. seonghwa watches you speed walk away, crossing his arms over his chest. your thoughtless resistance attracted a dark part of him. “that’s the one. follow her.” 

both men are quick to pile back into the expensive car and follow your direction. they trail behind you, watching you as you walk into your apartment building. they sit in the parking lot for longer than most people would consider appropriate. seonghwa checks his watch. he has a meeting soon, he cannot sit here for much longer. “contact hongjoong and have him send some men here to get her for me.” his order is stern and his driver nods. slowly, they pull away from the parking lot and drive back to the mansion where the mafia resides.

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a few days later, seonghwa is greeted by a knock on his office door. the doors open to reveal two lower members of the family, wooyoung and san. “what can i do for you, gentlemen?” he asks, tapping on the papers on his desk to indicate that he’s busy. the two men stand in front of him timidly, keeping their heads lowered. “she’s here,” san says. seonghwa’s eyebrow raises, his tapping coming to an almost immediate halt. he rises from his chair, the two bodyguards in the room immediately tense up. “where is she?” wooyoung visibly gulps, adjusting on his feet. “the safe house, as you requested. she was very combative. yeosang is with the doctor right now, dealing with the scratches she gave him.” seonghwa chuckles, imagining the image of a girl your size doing damage to a man built like yeosang. 

seonghwa nods, waving the two men off. they’re quick to scurry away from the intimidating leader. he digs around in his drawer, pulling out his pistol. he’s quick to shove it into his gun holster before moving his coat back to cover it. he adjusts the holster on his other thigh, housing an intimidating looking knife. “let’s go.” seonghwa is quick to strut out of the room, heading directly for his car. he climbs into the backseat, his guards moving swiftly so as to not anger him. sitting in the backseat, he finds himself filled with an unusual sense of nervousness and excitement. 

the usual procedure for entering the safe house would require seonghwa to enter with the protection of his bodyguards. something was gnawing at him and telling him to go in alone. “stay in the car. if i don’t come back out in 10 minutes, you may leave.” with that, he climbs out of the car. he punches in the short number code, listening to it beep quietly to signal the locking mechanism letting him in. he pushes the door open and the air is thick with tension. he doesn’t know where they put you or if you’re even restrained. however, based on the damage to yeosang, he figures it’s probably a safe bet that you are restrained. 

the door clicks behind him and he decides to kick off his combat boots. it doesn’t take much effort to find you considering your constant, slightly muffled screams for someone to help you. seonghwa finds you restrained on a dining room chair, your hands tied behind you and your ankles tied to the legs of the chair. you flinch when he finally enters your line of sight. you’re gagged with what looks like a cloth or a bandana. your eyes widen with a look of familiarity. 

seonghwa leans against the wall, tilting his head to the side. “hi, angel. remember me?” you turn your head away, avoiding his domineering gaze. a rush of frustration fills his veins, running his tongue over his teeth. he walks into your line of sight again, this time he flashes his gun at you. “you wanna try that again? remember me?” your eyes widen and you nod vigorously. a smile spreads over his face as he re-conceals his weapon.  

“do you know why you’re here?” he asks, leaning against the wall as if he had all the time in the world. you shake your head, desperately trying not to drool around your makeshift gag. seonghwa clicks his tongue, as if he’s disappointed in your cluelessness. “you’re here because you disrespected me. bad girls don’t get to just walk away from people like me.” he stares at you through his eyebrows, his anger showing in his face. you can’t help the adrenaline rush you get that prompts you to start struggling against your restraints. 

seonghwa is quick to close the space between you, grabbing you by the chin and staring into your eyes. “stop fucking struggling.” your body freezes like a deer in headlights, all of your movements stopping just as soon as they started. “do you even know who i am?” the empty look in your eyes gives him the answer he needs. it shocks him a little. someone who doesn’t know the most infamous person in the entire country. “have you ever heard of park seonghwa?” a strange glint passes over your eyes before you nod. he smirks before gesturing to himself. “you’re looking at him.” he pauses. “ honestly, you should be flattered that you’re here. i don’t pick just anyone to test like this.” 

you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “mmf- test?” you do your best to speak around your mouth covering and seonghwa chuckles before re-composing himself. “well, i have to see if i can break you. did you really think a pretty girl like you was going to get abducted like this and not get fucked?” a new rush of horror overcomes you and it lights a sinister flame within seonghwa. he can tell how anxious you are based on how the rhythm of your breathing immediately changes. he likes the way you react to his words. “oh princess, you’re in for a real treat.” 

everything in you is telling you to beg for your life. scream, cry and hope a hardened criminal like him has at least a little bit of empathy left in him. you know these efforts are futile, however. seonghwa sheds his coat and places it on the table next to you. his slim figure in his attractive suit have you wanting to drool. you stop yourself when your eyes meet his pistol once again. you gulp, watching as he adjusts his gloves. “i think it’s best i start your test now.” before you can react, he’s untying your legs and arms, forcing you to stand. you whine, your legs feeling numb from sitting for so long. he shoves you onto the couch in the living room. he watches you scramble away, not even moving to stop you. he knows there’s no escape.

“are you done?” he asks, his tone that of an exhausted father dealing with his bratty toddler. he crosses the room, throwing you over the armrest of the couch. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them both down with one quick tug. “god, you’re fucking dripping. what a whore. you like this, don’t you?” you shake your head, kicking your feet as if to try and keep him away. “get off m-me!.” your speech is muffled from the gag.  he shoves your legs apart and slots himself between them. seonghwa lands a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to yelp. “i said, are you fucking done?” you twist to look him in the face and scowl. you pull your gag off your face before speaking. “fuck you.” 

seonghwa leans over you and presses your face into the couch with one hand, while he uses the other to shove two gloved fingers into your cunt. you cry out, your sound muffled by the cushion “whores don’t speak like that to their owners, do they?” his fingers move quickly inside you, thrusting in and out. the leather rubbing against your walls adds to the already euphoric feeling. you grip the couch cushion so hard your knuckles turn white. seonghwa shoves another finger into you, curling them to find your g-spot. he leans over you further to whisper in your ear, his fingers still working an orgasm out of you. he pulls your head up by your hair to get better access to your ear. “if i didn’t know any better, i would say this is turning you on. i can just feel the way you’re clenching.” 

finally, you manage to kick him in the knee, sending him stumbling back. you gasp for air, your lungs desperate for oxygen. you don’t even have time to reap the benefits of getting him off you before he returns. this time, you feel something cold press against the skin of your ass. you hear the click of seonghwa cocking his gun. your whole body tenses, sucking in a sharp breath of air. “yeah, i bet now you wanna fucking behave.” he slides the barrel of the gun over your slit, collecting your slick. “p-please, don’t.” he sighs and shoves your face back down into the couch. “don’t speak unless spoken to.” he shoves the gun into your hole, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine. you know better than to fight back now.

he slides it in and out slowly, cherishing the way you suck it in with ease. the fear coursing through your veins heightens the pleasure. your whining and squealing at every drag inside you. seonghwa groans at the sight of you at his complete disposal, his gun inside you keeping you obedient. your legs begin to shake as you near your high, a feeling you regret. “ple-ah please,” you mumble into the couch.

“please what, baby?” you cry silently into the cushion, your shoulders shaking. your body reacts against your will, your orgasm barreling towards you. “c-cumming.” seonghwa says nothing as your orgasm crashes into you, your body trembling uncontrollably. as you finish, seonghwa shoves his gun into as far as it will go, making sure you can feel him brush his finger over the trigger. “this is the one time i’m gonna be nice to you. next time you cum without permission, i’m pulling the trigger.” he pulls his pistol all the way out of you, licking the remnants of your release off the gun.

he moves away from you slightly to pull his pants and boxers down mid-thigh. “stop it, p-please. i don’t want this.” seonghwa shakes his head before shrugging. “i don’t care what you want.” he keeps you bent over the couch, watching as your nerves continue to twinge. your cunt is red and swollen from use, yet still visibly slick. he drags his tip over your folds, gathering your wetness. you claw at the couch to try and crawl away, but he’s quick to pull you back. “don’t forget who has the gun, princess. one quick movement and you could be dead on this couch. do you want that?” you shake your head, fear making you shiver.

“didn’t think so.” with that, he shoves into you. his tip jabs at your cervix, the sudden stretch having you gasping for air. seonghwa’s jaw falls slack, watching the way his cock disappear into you. he fans his hands over your ass, grabbing and squishing your plush flesh. a hard slap rings through the room and you whimper, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. 

seonghwa’s hips begin moving. he’s nicer to you than he expected you to be. that doesn’t last, however. his thrusts pick up speed when you start wiggling under him, your own body betraying you in its desperation for pleasure. “silly girl, can’t even resist her captor's cock. just admit how much you like it, baby.” you shake your head, breathing so hard it’s making you dizzy. your brain is turning to mush and you’re losing your ability to fight back. not that you really want to anymore. he’s making you feel so good, why would you want to run?

seonghwa manhandles you, flipping you over and moving you so your ass is hanging off the couch cushions. he slots himself back between your legs in one quick motion. he shoves in to the hilt, snapping his hips against yours so hard you might bruise. he wraps his arms around your waist to snap into you harder and your eyes roll back. the room fills with noisy skin slapping sounds and the wet noises leaving your core. “fuck, you feel so good. you clench so pretty around my cock, baby.” 

he pulls his knife out of its holster, dragging it over your skin without pressing down. “i’m claiming you as mine. you will never know another man’s touch.” he adjusts his grip on the knife, guiding it down to your hip. seonghwa presses the blade into your skin, dragging it to carve an ‘s’ into your flesh. the stinging pain sends a new course of pleasure through you, your core sucking him in harder. “i knew you were dirty, but not this dirty. you like that, doll? you like when the man who kidnapped you carves his initials into your body?” you nod, your body twitching. 

seonghwa traces a few more lines into your skin with his knife before putting it down on the table behind him. he gathers your blood on his fingers and brings them to his mouth. “c-cumming,” you sputter. before you can say anything else, his gun is pressed to your temple. he shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue. his incessant thrusts into you are not helping you fight off your orgasm. “what did i say?” tears spill from your eyes, your eyeliner running down your face. you breathe so hard it hurts your chest. 

“please, please, need to cum. can i cum?” you plead. you hiccup, your bottom lip quivering. he pouts at you, pressing the gun against your head harder. his hips stutter and it becomes obvious that he’s been fighting his own orgasm. “cum for me, princess.” your eyes roll back and your back arches against him, his face pressing into your chest. you clench and unclench, hearing him let out a low moan. “that’s it, baby. milk my fucking cock. it’s all yours. yeah, it’s yours.” 

finally, your body relaxes. you had anticipated feeling a new rush of fear once the pleasure left you. but, you found yourself seeking his comfort. he holds you gently, discarding his weapons. “you passed the test, doll. i broke your brain and now you’re mine. i’ll keep you safe.” swiftly, he puts his clothes back on properly. he lifts you, carrying you out of the house despite your obvious lack of clothing. san and wooyoung stand outside the door patiently, waiting for instruction. “clean the house, make it spotless. also, i need one of you to grab my gun and my knife. i don’t wanna re-scare my baby right now.”

with that, you’re carried into the very car that had followed you just a few days ago. except this time, seonghwa got what he wanted. 

© lomlhwa 2025

[thebuckblogimo]

Upon emptying my notes, some observations--and drivel--to share.

December 30, 2024

Sometimes, when thoughts pop into my head, I pull out my phone and record them in my Notes app. Today, I'm emptying it out with the intent of starting from scratch and doing a better job of organizing stuff in the future. Before I trash it all I'd like to share some things that I noted in the past several months. My apologies for any duplicates from previous posts that might have slipped in:

I have become something of a glass snob during the twilight of my beer drinking years. I love my genuine Guinness glasses from Ireland (used for Guinness only); nonic pint glasses for my IPAs, wheat beers and stouts; and pilsner glasses for such European favorites as Pilsner Urquell and Stella Artois. I also have six genuine Stroh's glasses from the long-gone Stroh Brewery Company in Detroit. (I think a Wisconsin brewery makes a fake version of the old "fire brewed" lager).

I love both Rolling Rock and Yuengling, a couple of my favorite mass produced beers, but neither one tastes as good out of a can as it does out of a bottle.

I wonder what percentage of my essays over the last dozen years have mentioned beer, liquor or wine. I would guess a pretty high number. What does this mean?

I don't approve of restaurants (usually diners or greasy spoons) that automatically put down a 16-oz glass of water in front of me. I don't care to drink that much water at one time. Many people don't drink any of it at all. What a waste.

I cannott remember the last time I changed a tire on the side of the road.

I love reading wine labels with their descriptions of reds and whites: "round in the mouth" ... "elegant intensity" ... "hints of blackberry and toasted notes of fresh spice." My favorite example of "winespeak" came from a somlier when he stated that the cab we were about to sample had a "buttery bottom end."

During my high school years, I didn't read many books other than the ones that were required reading in school. The handful I can recall reading by choice included Birdman of Alcatraz by Thomas E. Gaddis, Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, The Carpetbaggers by Harold Robbins, Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, and To Kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee. Novels that I recall starting but not being able to sustain were Moby-Dick by Herman Melville, Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger, and--no surprise--War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy.

I recently saw the most arresting, most startling sign held by a homeless person at a busy intersection that I have ever seen. It said, "Fucking Starving."

I'd like to have had the level of intelligence and strategic thinking ability to be the CEO of a major corporation just to prove that you don't have to be a dick to run a major corporation. (This presupposes that I would not become one with the acquisition of power and wealth. Or, of course, that I am not one now.)

Practically every newspaper and magazine I read, I read online. But I really miss the ability to underline stuff on a page. (Sometimes I print hard copies of stories that I think are excellent so I can go back and reread the underlined parts.)

I recently purchased a bag of potato chips at Westborn Market in Dearborn, the size of bag that used to cost 25 cents when I was young. The price was $2.29. Just sayin'...

Since childhood, I have been absolutely loyal to certain brands--Morton Salt, Heinz Ketchup, Campbell Soup, etc. I don't eat fruit cocktail anymore, but if I did I would buy Del Monte, as my mother always did.

I recently approached the parking lot outside of my local YMCA after a workout and mistakenly walked up to two different black SUVs--a Toyota Highlander and then a Honda Pilot--before correctly identifying my black Subara Outback. Hmmmm...

I find that squeegeeing the shower glass, putting my cereal bowl in the dishwasher and turning off the front porch light are small irritants when I'm trying to get out of the house in the morning to seize the day.

Whether sitting on the porch in the evening, or grilling burgers in the backyard, or having friends over to our house, I almost always have a playlist of tunes going on my sound system. Oh, I enjoy my quiet time--listening to the singing of birds in the morning or the sound of Lake Michigan's waves in the distance--but for the most part, "I gotta have tunes."

Speaking of tunes, sometimes I wear earbuds and play up tempo music while doing cardio on a Precor machine at the gym. The other day I played some polkas by the late, great Lil' Wally. Oh, good golly, what a workout that turned out to be.

For several years my wife and I shared a trailer with her parents at an RV park in Fort Myers, Florida. I used to marvel at the fact that they never seemed to know what the date was. Now I'm the same way. I can tell you the month and year, but I'm rarely correct when asked for "today's date."

Just as it annoys me when waitresses call me honey, it irks me when men at liquor stores call me "boss." I don't know why. It just does.

I recorded the words "halfback, running back, fullback, I-back, scatback, flanker back, defensive back, corner back" in my Notes app...and finished there. I have no idea where I was going with that one.

IU basketball coach Bobby Knight once said, "Mental is to physical as four is to one." Seems to me that applies to more than just sports in the game of life.

I don't think I've ever watched a single movie sequel, unless you include the "Raiders" and "Batman" franchises.

I wonder when "I appreciate that" or "I appreciate it" evolved into "Appreciate you." Interesting how use of the language evolves over time.

Margie's, a store that serves ice cream and sells their own brand of candies in the Bucktown neighborhood of Chicago where one of my daughter's lives, has been in existence at the same location on Western Avenue for over 100 years. They serve milkshakes in two sizes--one that costs $6.50 and one that costs $7.95. During the mid '50s, Truan's, a similar type of store, opened about five blocks away from where I grew up. In those days they charged 30 cents for a shake. And 45 cents for a banana split. I can just hear my son-in-law now: "Okay, boomer."

I don't know how they come up with the names for all the drugs I see advertised on TV, but Sotyktu for plaque psoriasis takes the cake. Honorable mentions go to Vambysmo, Skyrizi, Litfo, Mounjaro, Opzelura and Abrysvo. Meanwhile, to my ear, Ozempic sounds like the last name of one of my long-lost relatives, and Wegovy sounds like the name of a duck-type, wild bird I used to see in Florida.

It frustrates me when I stand in front of an automatic paper towel machine in a bathroom, restaurant, gas station or gym--the kind that says "Place hand below"--and it winds up taking six or eight tries to get just one sheet to come out.

An old friend dating back to my kindergarten days shot me a note that said, "I always felt that the past tense of "read" should be "red." I have always felt the same.

It took reading two reviews and watching several TV promos about Martin Scorsese's film "Killers of the Flower Moon" for me to internalize the title. Things like that cause me to wonder how my brain works...or doesn't.

I have always loved this line from Gary U.S. Bonds' 1962 hit record "Twist Twist Senora": "I want her to jump up in the air, come down in slow motion."

I have never in my life encountered a dog by the name of Fido, Rover or Spot. I did once see a sign over the door of a dog house that read Phi Deaux.

For as long as I can recall, I have always called running shoes tennis shoes.

I have a feeling that I'm getting into too much stuff I've already posted. So, that's all, folks.

[venustversailles]

5, 6, 11, 13, 14, 24, & 26!

5. what was your relationship with books like as a child?

deeply intense & tempestuous! i moved to the uk when i was abt 3 so english is my 2nd lang. as a result, i used to hate reading as a young child bc it made me feel dumb & i was already bullied for not being able to speak eng. this all changed when my dad bought me a copy of eldest by christopher paolini which had a cool dragon on the front cover. i read it despite having to look up every other word & fell in love. i reread it like 50 times & began to read all the time, esp bc i was a sad, lonely, bullied kid w barely any friends & a hyperactive imagination. i'm a lot happier now but i can truly say that reading saved me & it's why i applied for english at uni :)

6. are you the type of person who will read a book to the end whether you like it or not, or will you put it down straight away if you're not feeling it?

defo the former! once i pick up a book, i feel a sense of duty to finish it & i always hold out hope bc i've read various books which start off slow but get better as the story progresses. i have put down a book before if i'm rlly not feeling it but it's v rare. i've also read books which ik i won't enjoy just to see whether it rlly is as bad as everyone says it is (e.g the entire twilight series) so there's that too lmao

11. do you prefer to read at a certain time of day?

not rlly! i like reading at any time of day but it is nice to read in the evening / late morning too

13. how do you choose which book to read next?

i have a list. usually what will happen is someone will recommend a good book to me or i'll find a book i like the look of online & so i'll add it to my list so i can read it later. it's not a chronological list tho; i just read whatever i fancy from the list

14. what is your favourite children's book?

it's not rlly a children's book but i read it as a child so i'd say the inheritance cycle by christopher paolini. also the percy jackson & the olympians series by rick riordan. a proper kids book that i like is the little prince or moby dick

24. do you prefer happy or sad endings?

i prefer good endings. idrm whether an ending is happy or sad as long as it's written well & it provides a satisfying conclusion to the story. i am most fond of bittersweet endings tbh but that doesn't mean they're always the best (although they hit different when they're done right)

26. a book you studied in school and ended up loving?

i usually end up loving books i study at school! the ones that stand out to me are animal farm by george orwell, all my sons and a view from the bridge by arthur miller (although these are plays) & persuasion by jane austen

[therealvalkyrie]

My mind isn’t clear right now because I’m running high on emotions (esp after the new aot ch) but I just want to say that as long as you’ll stay cut me deep tonight. I expected to feel pain knowing how you have a beautiful way with words and stories but it defo hit a little close to home for me. Obv this is not your fault!! I should’ve been a bit more aware of how I’m still not over my own troubles.

I’ve read works with similar content and have been fine but this one really hurt . You were able to put down the feelings that I’ve felt and am still feeling. I could never explain it to friends or anyone. Always felt like the words were stuck in my throat and it’s been a whole year of it. Your writing is like magic though, I genuinely am so stunned by your work. You just know how to grasp each feeling and put it down into words, like how is that even possible?! (I’m sorry this is literally what I think every time I read your writing and I know ask every time I send an ask because I’m so in love with your writing and you!). I can’t even write a text with the correct emotions let alone a whole story (I get told that I’m super blunt via text, which is why I call or FaceTime).

I feel like I’m writing you a love letter. Fuck it, IT IS a love letter. My heart feels so full of different emotions every time I read your work. I don’t even know if I’m explaining myself properly or if I’m just repeating the same thing but I just feel so buzzed. I’m in awe of your talent. Also you’re such a cute human as well, like when you talk in your tags? You are straight up adorable val.

I should wrap this up and say: I defo should’ve given myself a bit more time before reading as long as you’ll stay, but I’m glad I did read it (I honestly can’t stop myself when it comes to any of your work). I love reading so so so much, and the quality of your work is just so pleasing for someone like me. I want to just give you my whole heart. The only way I can describe how you make me feel is imagine the warm afternoon sun that’s shining through the curtain on to your bed whilst you’re reading and there’s a kitty curled up on your lap or by your feet. That’s how you make me feel: safe and at home so thank you.

I’ve cried a lot tonight but I’m fine now, I have work at 6am and it’s 1am rn in London so I really should’ve sent this message after work but I don’t think I can sleep before sending it. Also, my minds a bit clearer now, it took me forever to write this message (wanted to make sure I made sense). I reread my message a couple times to make sure I don’t sound like an idiot but at this point I’ve just accepted my fate of being an idiot.

Good night love, hope you have a good day/night x

-🐈‍⬛

(IM SORRY ABOJT THE LONG MESSAGE, I’m so embarrassed but I don’t have the confidence to go on dms yet)

Good morning, darling!! First of all, please don’t EVER apologize for sending long messages; they make my heart feel so full and warm. I got this while I was in the bath last night, cried, reread it, and then had a dance party to Shania Twain in my room because I simply had to shake all my wiggles out:))) And now! I have slept, had breakfast, and am ready to respond.

I debated whether or not to post as long as you’ll stay for a long time before I was even done writing it. I was worried about its reception, for one, as well as the effect it might have on readers. I think a lot about my impact on the world from this little corner of the internet, y’know? Ultimately, I decided that if it might be as cathartic for someone else to read as it was for me to write, and if it might help them in some way, then it was worth it. (much in the same way i decided to post you feel love in the sodium) You have no idea how much it means to me that it helped you, in whatever small way, to find words to describe what you’re feeling. I don’t know your trauma and heartache, but I do know that finding solace and relief and maybe even closure in fiction is part of the human experience, and I am honored to have been involved in that. I wish you peace and healing and love, in all things, dearest<3

Also! I grinned so big when you said that my writing makes you feel like you’re curled up in a sunspot, because that’s pretty much exactly how it’s written. I write in my bed, beneath the big picture window, the sun streaming through the curtains, and my curled up by my feet:) I think it’s absolutely magical that that’s how the words were sent into the universe and that’s how they were received. That’s just like..... super rad you know??

I haven’t read the spoilers yet (and am trying to hard to avoid them lmao), but from what I’ve seen on my dash they’re a doozy. I hope at least some of your tears were cathartic, and that you were able to get some rest before work (can you feel me sending ~energy~ across the Atlantic Ocean??), and that you’re drinking water and eating good food. Seriously, this message was so, so kind and thoughtful; I’ve been thinking about it since last night. Absolutely no pressure, but if you ever want to come off anon and chat in my DMs, they are always, always open:) I always love seeing you pop up in my inbox. Thank you, I seriously cannot say enough how much I love and appreciate you<3

[kimnjss]

Ah reading this new chapter was the best way to start my morning🥺 I loved every bit of it Honestly I'm a simp for these daddy and som chapters. The way we can see their relationship developing with each chapter🥺😭 I am just loving this so much. AND HE CALL HIM DADDY AGAIN LEMME CRY! I am really curious what will happen at the bday party and all. I will defo reread this chapter again cause it's just makes me feel so good. And the car scene👀 Yes pls! We love this Yoongi💗 I'm in awe again😍💗

hiii! good morninggg<33 ., yoongi is so precious when it comes to his son :( he honestly wants to be the best nd do the best ., nd make the kid as happy as he can possibly make him . nd their bond is really growing ., nd it’s going to continue to the more yn gives them time to themselves . ND YOU CAN SEE THAT !! w him finally calling him daddy nd sticking to it ., after a moment where he really needed to put in his dad skills nd it was like a tiny stamp of approval from hyunki . i’m soo glad you liked ittt!! it was a lot of fun to write ., so yeah reread as much as you want lmao !!