#woke up 10 min later than usual

[crazyco0tz]

{Comforting stray kids from a nightmare}

Hyung line

Warnings: nightmares duh, angst with comfort, death in a dream

Chan

Chan has nightmares a lot you’ve noticed he can’t go more than two weeks without one.

But he is use to them so normally he’ll just snuggle up to you and fall back asleep, but every now and then he has a nightmare about you

Normally said nightmare would have something to do with you dying or leaving him, and tonight was one of the nights he had one about you

You wake up to feel a trembling figure next to you, use to this happening u simply nudge him awake but when he did wake he shot up onto you

Crying as he pulls you back down on the bed not saying a word. “Was it that bad baby?” You say softly as you pet his hair

Trying to respond to your question as best he can be whimpers a small “you died”. The state he was in you could tell getting him back to bed would be much harder then usual which sucks cuz he’s already sleep deprived enough

You reach for the tv remote on your bedside table to turn on a show, one you guys have already watched before so he didn’t really need to pay attention, you put the remote down then you turn back to Chan who had his arms slung around your neck almost hanging off with teary eyes and a small scrunch of discomfort on his face.

“Just watch some TV or listen to my breathing, Ill stay right here” he nodded his head loosening his hold from you a little to move over to your chest, while keeping his eyes on the TV

After 5 minutes of his steady breathing and small chuckles at the show he finally fell asleep, slowly turning off the tv while moving him over a little you to fell asleep.

Minho

Minho falls asleep relatively fast so you were still awake when he started tussling in his sleep

Admiring his beautiful features while he rested only inches away from you, watching his eyes slightly flutter was adorable, only a few minutes of admiring him did you notice him twitching a lot

Twitching turned into jumping, grabbing onto the sides of his arms rubbing them up and down hoping he won’t want up, but he did, he fell still for a few seconds before his eyes lifted open, his breathing was hitched and his eyes were red

Looked at your face for a solid 10 seconds before you spoke up “are you ok min?” He didn’t awnser, instead looking down at your chest then shuffling up to it to rest on

“That’s fine you don’t need to talk, please tell me about it in the morning tho..” he nodded his head and closed his eyes.

Later discovering the nightmare was about him being attacked by some phyco who was trying to get to you, which was sweet of you think about it.

Changbin

Another one who has nightmares about you dying a bit to much, he first told you about them but you never actually witnessed one since he was to scared to wake you up before

But this time he couldn’t help it, shaking you awake while mumbling something about “please wake up”, you opened your eyes to notice a plump face lit by moonlight over you, cheeks stained which tears, lip trembling

Once he saw your eyes open he flopped down onto you to hug you tightly. “Bin, gentle please.. what happened bub?” He shook his head into your neck more, “you..” which was all you needed to hear

Hugging him back to roll him over, now facing eachother on your sides you grab his cheek with your hand softly wiping tears away, snuggling him in your chest, he calms down slightly but still needed a little help to sleep, so you softly drag your pinky finger down the bridge of his nose over and over until you feel him go limp.

Hyunjin

Nightmares are very rare for him which makes it 10x worse when he does have one.

You were watching tv still because he fell asleep really fast, peaceful snores from your boyfriend soon stopped and was replaced by crying and twitching, you look over and you see tears on his cheeks

He was shaking, you couldn’t not wake him up so you nudge him awake, once he woke up he pushed you away since he was scared and had no idea what was happening. “Hey baby it’s me jinnie..” he sniffled while shaking in the corner of the bed

“Baby come here..” he slowly crawled over in your lap, still in tears but you don’t care, “shhh it’s ok it was a dream I promise bby..” whimpers fell from his mouth as you sway back n fourth to give him comfort,

“I-I’m scared..” he whispered “it’s ok I’m here I’m not gunna leave you, lay back down now” he nodded his head slowly laying down with you hanging on to your shirt strongly.

As you both lay there in silence you start to hum him to sleep, soon after he fell back asleep still shaking slightly but atleast he was asleep again.

I was lazy I’ll do pt.2 tomorrow y’all🙏

[wheezyseeker99]

Too Sweet

Warnings: body appreciation, pda, teasing, alcohol consumption, swearing, oral (female receiving), soft domination (little bit of daddy kink), hair pulling, unprotected sex (fm)

18+, MDNI

Summary: An entire day where Cam cannot keep his hands to himself.

AN: This picture got posted while I finished editing this so I think that means I need to use it.

Cam has always shown appreciation for my body, but his enthusiasm for my curves surpassed anything I have ever experienced. This morning I woke up and made myself a cup of coffee and brought a cup of chocolate milk to bed for Cam. He’s been sleeping in later now that it’s the off season. I smile to myself as I look at him softly snoring. His messy hair shined brighter from the sun streaming in through the windows.

I climbed back into bed and grabbed my book from the bedside table, and read until Cam woke up. He rolled over and laid his head on my lap while I flipped through the book. Well, that was until his hands started to roam my body.

I looked down at him, and his eyes held on my thighs. I rarely ever bother to put on pants when I go to bed so I’m still just in an oversized old tshirt. It’s nothing special, but Cam loves it. He trails a hand up and down my thigh. I let him get lost in his head for a little while so I could keep reading. It was only when his teeth met my thigh that I slammed the book shut.

“Cameron,” I gasped and looked down at him, “why did you do that?”

He took the book from my hands and sat it on his bedside table. He picked up the glass of chocolate milk, smiling to himself before drinking from the glass. He sat it down and then laid back down.

“Wanted your attention baby,” he sighed before kissing over the red bitten skin on my thigh.

“Yeah?” I say and run my fingers through his hair, “and how did I taste?”

His eyes gleam with excitement and he sits up a little to give me a chaste kiss. “The usual, honey. Way too sweet for me,” he states, grinning ear to ear.

“You say that like you didn’t just drink chocolate milk,” I laugh.

He hummed softly. “You’re sweeter than that, though.”

“If you say so Cameron.”

“I do,” he places another kiss on my thigh before nuzzling his face into the skin. “5 more minutes.”

…

5 more minutes turned into nearly 30, and now we’re both getting ready to leave the house. Today we’re going to a bonfire out near Chesapeake Bay at one of his friend’s houses, and Cam got us an airbnb for the night. I knew he would convince me to go out on a boat in the morning to fish so I packed extra clothes in my overnight bag.

While I’m zipping up my bag, a slap comes down on my ass. I let out a gasp before two arms snake around my waist. I lean back into Cam’s chest and I felt a kiss being placed on the top of my head.

“What was that for?”

“It was right there, calling for me to touch it,” he laughed into my hair. His hands stroked my sides gently.

“I’m sure it did,” I rolled my eyes and played along. “Let’s go before I send you by yourself.”

“Like you could get rid of me,” he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. He grabbed the bag and walked out the door.

…

The entire drive Cam had his hand on my thigh. He hummed to the music playing from the radio, but otherwise, he was quiet. Typically he would want to talk so this is a stark contrast to how he usually is. Silence is just weird in this car. I placed my hand over his to get his attention, and his palm squeezed my inner thigh through my leggings.

“You’re being quiet,” I told him. I traced my fingers over his hand and looked over at him. His gaze is still fixed on the road.

“Just content baby,” he glances over at me. His hand squeezed my thigh again. A bolt of electricity races through me and I clamped my thighs closed around his hand, trapping it between them. I held back a moan by biting down on my lip. “Very, very content.”

“But I want you to talk,” I whine. He arches an eyebrow when he looks at me for a second.

“Nah baby, you can talk about anything and I’ll listen. We have 10 minutes until we arrive at the airbnb.”

Asshole.

I pout in my seat for the remainder of the drive, and I don’t wait for Cam when we pulled into the driveway of the house we’re staying at for the night. I got out of the car and grabbed my bag from the back without sparing him a glance. I punch in the code and walk in through the door. Cam walked up behind me in the entryway and pulled me back into him.

“Is my little brat mad at me?” He cooed before turning me to face him. “Need me to talk and touch you all day long to satisfy you?”

“Ugh, don’t make fun of me,” I chastise him.

Cam slotted his mouth to mine for a moment and he tucked my hair behind my ear. Beaming down at me, he said, “it’s my favorite past time, honey.”

I shoved his chest and grabbed my bag.

“You’re not going to get anywhere if you keep this up Cameron.”

…

At the bonfire Cam and I are sitting on a blanket, watching the fire roar in front of us. He talks to his friends and teammates while I sip the whiskey sour in my glass, listening to him. I guess I’ve finally caught up with Cam with the content feeling soaring through my chest. I lean into him and a press a kiss on his jaw, silently telling him that I’m enjoying this too.

I like being out of the city, even if it’s just for a little while. I can tell he does too. A lot of people treat him as if he’s only a last name and a number on a jersey, but the people here know him as just Cam. It put a smile on my face for him to be normal and comfortable in a space around people. ‘Drunk on life Cam’ is one of my favorite versions of him.

I finished off my glass before standing to refill it at the minibar. From afar, I can still feel his eyes on me. All the sudden I hear the pop of a bottle being opened. I glanced over and it was Tyson pouring wine into Katie’s glass. In my mind it wasn’t the pop of a wine bottle, I heard the smack of Cam’s hand on my ass. A shiver ran through me at the thought. When he had done it earlier I knew I’d end up thinking about it once I drank a little.

Now I feel the horniness settle inside me. I move my eyes back to where he is, loving the way he’s laughing. I go back over to my spot to sit down, but he tugs me down between his spread legs, caging me in with his arms around my waist. I lean back into him and get lost in the haziness he makes me feel. I tuck my face in the crook of his neck. I breathe him in, smelling his cologne, and I feel him laugh as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. I love him and he knows it without me saying a word.

“Honey,” Cam whispered into my ear. I hummed in response. I feel his warm breath against the shell of my ear. “Do you want to head out soon?”

I shake my head while taking a swig of my drink.

“What are you two whispering about over there?” Jamie asked, narrowing his eyes at us.

“Nothing Jameson,” I spoke up. “Just how we need to head out soon. You know I’m an early riser. And I need to have time to get comfortable in bed with Cam.”

From the outside perspective, my words were innocently sweet, but Cam knew what I meant. I tilted my head to connect our eyes and his flared at me. I didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped to my lips. My insides feel warm instantly. Whenever I use the term ‘get comfortable’ that usually meant I would be naked and waiting in bed for Cam. Jamie and the guys probably didn’t know that though.

“Boring,” Jamie snorts. “Are we going out with Tys and Katie in the morning?”

Cam nods his head while licking his lips. He bites down on his bottom lip and I move my eyes away from him. I take a long sip from my glass and focus my gaze back on the fire. It wasn’t long before I felt his lips trail down the back of my neck. I tilt my head to the side so he has more access, and I try to hide the involuntary moan coming out of me by finishing what was left in my glass.

“Cam take your girl home if you’re going to be acting like that bro,” Tyson laughs.

“Gladly,” Cam groans behind me. He lets me go and jumps up to grab my hands, pulling me up with him. “See you guys in the morning.”

…

We barely make it through the door when my back is slammed against it. I felt satisfaction already twisting deep in my stomach when he looks at me like this. His eyes lingered on me for a few seconds before they met mine again. They were a darker shade of blue and they made my chest feel tight. He drags the backs of his fingers down my cheek, “where were we, honey?”

“Kiss me.”

That was all I could say before his lips attack mine confidently, passionately. His hands slide into my hair, slightly tugging my head back. I feel the heat rushing through my body, building between my legs. I need him on top of me, inside me. I need him in a way that’ll screw up my mind forever.

His hands dropped from my hair before gliding down my curves to rest on my hips. Cam pulls his lips away from mine before he pulls me towards the kitchen.

“Hop up on the counter,” he murmurs.

My gaze flicked towards the hallway where our bedroom for the night is, but he steers me to the countertop, pressing me against it. His fingers hook into my leggings and panties, tugging them down my legs.

He straightens his posture before his hand came beneath my chin, tipping my face up, “I've seen and tasted every inch of you. There's no point hiding in a bedroom now. You’re going to get comfortable right here.”

Cam presses a chaste kiss to my lips before pulling away, lifting me by the hips to settle on the counter. He steps between my spread legs, grinning at the sight. He groans while lowering himself to come face to face with my core.

“Please,” I whimper out.

He softly kisses up my inner thigh from my knee to my pussy. His beard scratched against my skin, teasing just enough to make me squirm. He placed a kiss against my clit while dragging his fingers over my folds.

“So wet for me already honey,” he moaned before diving in. His mouth traced shapes on my clit and two of his fingers entered my pussy, knocking all of the air out of me. I gasp and rake my fingers through his hair, holding on. His fingertips increased pressure inside me, and I feel my stomach tense.

“Cam.” His name on my lips is a constant plea for more, moaning it out like it’s a melody. My hips thrust into him, his tongue caressing all of the right places. My body is aching for release when he pulls his mouth away, his fingers still thrusting into me.

“Yeah?” I can hear the cockiness in his voice while he bites down my thigh. “I make you feel good?”

I nod my head, only able to moan at how good he’s making me feel.

“Say it,” he gritted out, sucking my swollen clit back into his mouth.

“You make me feel so good Cam,” I say obliviously. A harsh moan tore from me and he continues to push me closer to the edge. My eyes closed tightly as Cam coaxes me through my orgasm, massaging my sensitive clit with his tongue until I tug a fistful of his hair to bring him to his feet. I can taste myself on his lips, opening my mouth for him.

Cam kissed me for what seemed like forever. His hand slid upward to grab a fistful of my hair, and the other came around my throat. I whimpered at the forceful grip. I’m far beyond aroused at this point. I need him. Now. I need all of him.

I trail my hands down to his shorts, tugging them down to reveal his cock, inch by delectable inch. I need him inside me so bad. His cock taunted me and it only urged me on more. Cam groaned and released his grip on me when I grabbed a hold of his thick, hard length. I stroke him slowly while his eyes watched me, sliding over every part of me that he could see. From my face to my barely covered breasts.

“Why didn’t I take off your tank top earlier?” Cam rasped. His hands settled on either side of me.

I cocked my head to the side and I released his length from my grip, “you were pussy driven, daddy.”

Cam’s eyes flared as his gaze dropped between my legs. If my body wasn’t on fire under his stare before it definitely is now. I drew my legs around his hips, tugging him closer.

“How can I not be honey? Your pussy is fucking sweet.”

My legs tightened around him, urging him forward into my throbbing core. I lift his shirt over his head and toss it away. His cock slid along my wet folds and I moaned at the contact. I clutched the back of his neck, sliding my fingers through the hair at his nape. Cam groaned as he entered me, his hot breath against my skin sent a shudder through me. His hands went to my hips, tugging them towards his, meeting his thrust.

“Fuck baby,” Cam grunted. His beard scratched my lips as I trailed soft pecks down his jawline, knowing that he loves the attention I give his neck in intimate moments like these. The sound of his low groan made me smile against his heated skin. I bit down on his earlobe before pulling my gazed back to his face.

"So fucking good daddy,” I praise him. “Please, don't stop."

His head fell onto my shoulder as he plunged in further, each thrust making me fall apart at his fingertips. His teeth pulled the straps of my bra and tank top from my shoulder and his mouth comes to my nipple. I clench around him and tug at his hair as he sucked the nub. Cam hits the spot inside of me over and over, gripping my throat again. He loses his composure completely as he slams his lips to mine in a bruising kiss.

“I love you,” he moaned as he released my lips.

“I love you,” I whined against him. His thrusts were forceful in the most delicious way, sending me into a powerful orgasm. He kept plunging into me during the aftershocks, leaving me whimpering and clutching onto him. I pulled his lips back to mine and he held my hips to his as he came inside me with a guttural groan. I open my eyes and watch him come undone, mesmerised by his features. His mouth hung open, breathing uneven. I can feel his body relax, his arms came around to hold me to him. I tried to pull back to look at him, but his arms tightened around me.

“Feels too good baby,” Cam shoves his face into my neck. We stay wrapped in each other for a few more minutes until he brings his eyes to meet mine. I feel too sated to move. I gasp and whimper when he slides out of me. I try to tug him back into me by my legs that are still wrapped around him, but he just chuckles, “not cockwarming you tonight, honey. Time for bed.”

He lifts me from the counter and takes me to our bedroom for the night. He cleans me up and tucks me into his chest before we both fall into a deep sleep.

…

The morning after Cam was up before me for once, getting the gear ready to go out on the boat. I shoved my head into his pillow when I realized he left the bed. I’m not sure what time it was when he slid into bed to wake me. He places soft kisses on my shoulder, “wake up, honey. Car is packed so now we need to get you dressed. Jamie is getting breakfast but we need to meet him at the dock before Tys and Katie.”

Cam tugs me out of bed, smacking my ass as he turned me around to attempt to dress me in my bikini. Once he ties the straps on my top and slides the bottoms on, he turns me to face him.

“Baby I’m pretty sure I should be taking clothes off instead of putting them on, but we need to hurry.”

Cam places a soft peck on my lips and lifts my arms and places my flyers hoodie over me. He tugs shorts up my legs and I whine in protest, still half asleep.

“Go brush your teeth. I’ll brush your hair,” he says and steers me towards the bathroom.

…

At the docks 20 minutes later we’re sitting on the boat with Jamie eating breakfast. He eyes us suspiciously.

“I don’t want to know why you both are marked up, just don’t do it in front of me.”

“Don’t tell me that Jim,” Cam snickers and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me closer to him, “I love my girl.”

“I love you,” I whisper and kiss him.

“That’s enough,” Jamie says before walking to the drivers seat. “Don’t have sex on the boat.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Cam tells Jamie looks down at me, biting his lip. His hand slips under my hoodie and dips his mouth to whisper in my ear, “your sweetness is addicting.”

[shiftersroom]

hello, when I first learnt about the state of emptiness, I woke up suddenly at night and when I went back to bed 1 and a half hours later I entered the state of emptiness. i did this unconsciously. later when i decided to try it, i either got too close to the emptiness or just slept. Recently, while watching people's happy lives and holiday posts, I thought that I could have a life like them and I decided to achieve it with the void, but I can't catch this sleep-wake state that I caught before. I will keep trying because I know that it is directly proportional to persistence. but I don't understand if I am doing something wrong. I saw that the name of this method was phase, but I never followed it step by step, I just try to do it the way I did it unconsciously before.

it does take some persistence - i know it’s a different state, but i used to reach SATS only once a month or so, and i was able start reaching it daily, and then i went from 1 seconds to 10 mins in the state.

don’t do any method other than asking your subconscious to take you to that state again. effort usually equals less results with this.

you’re not doing anything wrong, just persist and wait 💕

[ellascreams]

Dannymay Day 5: 10 min vs 1 hour

10 minutes

Danny woke up to the sound of his phone alarm. He checked the time. It was 6:50AM. That’s when he realized it wasn’t the first time he had woken up to his alarm. He was so tired and out of it that he had hit snooze. Repeatedly. He only had ten minutes to get to school.

He jumped out of bed and rushed to get changed out of his pajamas. He phased through walls to get to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and his hair. Then he ran downstairs into the kitchen.

He quickly ate a granola bar and drank the first thing he found in the fridge. The first thing he had found was orange juice. He regretted that even more then he regretted sleeping in.

He grabbed his backpack and ran through the door. He ran as fast as he could until he made it to Casper High. Then he realized he forgot his thermos. Oh no.

At that point, Danny didn’t have enough time to run. He turned invisible and flew back to his house, where he grabbed the thermos off of the counter, and then he flew back.

He phased through school walls again to get to class on time. He landed in his seat and turned visible the second the bell rang. Some people seemed surprised he was there, but they just assumed he was one of those accidentally sneaky introverts.

Class started. Then he promptly fell asleep again. Well, at least he wasn’t late.

1 hour

Danny woke up, but for once it wasn’t to his alarm. Maybe it was a weekend? He could’ve sworn it was a Thursday.

He checked his phone. 8:00 AM, and sure enough, it was Thursday. His heart skipped a beat when he realized he was an hour late. He bolted upright. Then he calmed down when he realized he wasn’t an hour late.

Last night, or technically earlier today, at 4:25 AM, he had to wake up to fight the Box Ghost. He was unbelievably angry to lose some much needed sleep. He was less angry when he saw the snow storm.

Just before he went back to sleep he had checked for any notices from his school. There was one. It said that the snow storm wouldn’t be enough for a full snow day, but that it would be a late start as they waited for roads to be plowed. Danny had been so excited that he turned off his alarm completely before he fell asleep again.

Late starts didn’t happen often but they happened enough Danny knew how they worked. School normally started at 7:00 AM, but on late start days school would start two hours later, so 9:00 AM. Class periods would be shortened to allow for the missed time. The lunch schedule would be all messed up but it was a small price to pay for extra sleep. At least to Danny. He did always feel kinda bad for Wes. He absolutely hated schedules being changed.

All this is to say Danny had a whole hour before school would start! Getting more sleep was great but so was the opportunity for a more relaxed morning routine. He got to take as long as he wanted getting ready. Assuming that he wanted one hour.

Danny stretched after he got out of bed. He didn’t do it because it was a good and healthy habit, it was just to show off to himself that he could. He dressed slightly better than he usually did. It was more of a business casual then a casual casual.

He walked downstairs to the kitchen with a leisurely pace. No one else was there. Probably because they were already doing their daily routines. Jazz went to the same school but she would’ve gotten up at the same time as usual to study. She used to tell Danny he should too. These days she’d probably drag him kicking and screaming back to bed if he tried.

Danny made himself a breakfast of buttered toast, fruit, and a hard boiled egg. He would’ve done French toast, or waffles, or scrambled eggs, but in all honesty he sucked at cooking. He was going to learn how before the accident stole all of his free time.

After that he lied down on the couch and watched some tv. It was a crossover episode of some supernatural creature from a kid’s cartoon and a popular superhero franchise. It was ok, but certainly weird. He couldn’t imagine it would ever be popular. It was good enough to entertain him for the next 45 minutes.

Unfortunately after that he had to leave. He grabbed his stuff and started walking. Not all of the sidewalk had been shoveled but he didn’t mind too much. Now that he thought about it, he usually had to shovel his own driveway when it was a snow day, even just a partial one. Jazz, Sam, or Tucker probably did it so he could rest. Maybe they summoned the storm itself just to trick him into getting more sleep and relaxation. He chuckled.

Meanwhile, Sam cleaned up the ritual she set up in her room. It the last thing she had to do before she went to school. Tucker already left to shovel Danny’s driveway and Jazz was keeping watch to make sure he really did get some rest. It wasn’t a full snow day like they had hoped for, but hey, it was something. Hopefully he enjoyed it.

[studentbyday]

day 16 // 100dop

hello somehow i woke up a little earlier than usual even tho i slept later than usual last night. pretty sure it's psychological 🤷‍♀️ i wanted to finish everything left today (which for me is a lot of things), but i couldn't... as i expected, but not as i'd hoped 🥲

Finished assignment

Azeotropes took longer than I thought because I had to draw distillation diagrams and annotate each one (and the azeotrope graphs) to actually get it. Apparently that's normal to have to draw things out to get each step in a process, but profs may gloss over the steps in their drawings if they do ever draw it out, because it's so simple to them at their stage 🤷‍♀️ (and also I'm a slow learner who has a hard time filling in unspoken details in these things...)

Finished 3/5 sections on solid structures

Partway through eutectics... there's still much to cover for that and for some reason these T vs mole fraction graphs confuse the heck out of me. Is it just me overcomplicating things or is it actually that confusing???

Last few mins spent trying to understand Henry's law but my brain is not comprehending what I'm reading anymore so I'm gonna sleep

Day 10: What subject related book would you recommend to read?

Consider this an invitation to drop your recommendations if you're in life/health sciences!

I haven't gotten the chance to really read anything related to my field that wasn't a textbook. And so far I have not found a single textbook I would like to recommend someone read XD They are so dry and boring and they trick you into opening them with their enticing cover pages and titles (and the open-access one I have to use for chemistry rn is NOT very easy to understand for absolute beginners like me 🥲) 😝 (like, yeah they contain sm more info than you can often get elsewhere...at least in my limited experience but...they could do a better job of sharing the info imo 😅). I much prefer a good lecture/youtube video over textbooks 🙄

Maybe if I do this challenge again in the future, I will have a different answer.

[azvolrien]

Ireland - Day 1

Back from holiday now! Diary incoming.

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I set my alarm for when I’d usually be getting up for work, but by luck I woke up a few minutes before it anyway. My flight to Dublin wasn’t until 20 to 10 in the morning, but I wanted to be sure I’d have plenty of time to drop off my suitcase and get through security, so Mum and I left the house at about 7; she was heading off for a few days up north, so she gave me a lift to the airport en route to the motorway.

Bag drop and security were straightforward enough, so I just went straight to the gate as soon as they announced the number. The gate opened for boarding right on schedule, but we weren’t so fortunate with the actual plane: someone on the previous flight (it looked like the plane had a quick turnaround, essentially landing, refuelling and taking back off as soon as the passengers had been swapped over) was in a wheelchair, but the airport was very slow in wheeling a ramp up for them. It was easily the smallest plane I’ve ever flown in, low enough to the ground that the stairs were on the inside of the doors, so they couldn’t use one of the bridges that they have for the big jets. They did sort a wheelchair ramp eventually, and we finally boarded the 70-ish-seater propeller plane (bigger than the puddle-jumpers that go out to the islands, but not by much) and took off about 45 mins behind schedule. It was a mostly clear day, and I got a good view of the Southern Uplands from the window all the way to Stranraer where the plane passed over the Irish Sea and turned to follow the coast south to Dublin. Unfortunately I was on the seaward side of the plane, so my view for the latter half of the flight consisted of water and a couple of ferries.

There weren’t any delays in the actual flight, and we landed at Dublin after only about an hour and a quarter. There were no queues at the passport gates, though the bus from plane to terminal seemed to take a rather circuitous route around the airport, and I didn’t have to wait too long for my suitcase. Have to say, it’s the first time I’ve had a passport officer welcome me by name.

I took a coach into the city centre – not the most interesting road, as most of it was through a tunnel under the suburbs – and checked in to my hotel. I’d expected to just drop my suitcase off and come back later to check in, as the booking said it would be open at 3 and I’d arrived at 1, but by luck the room was ready early so they just let me in anyway. The room is at the back of the hotel and doesn’t have a terribly exciting view, but the bed is comfy and if I lean right up against the window I can see the Spire, the giant metal spike that the Dubliners built to replace a destroyed (and locally unpopular) monument to Admiral Nelson. It is literally just a giant metal spike. Useful if they ever need to impale Godzilla, I suppose.

Checked in, I headed back out to join a bus tour, by chance actually starting at the foot of said giant metal spike. There are a few different companies that run bus tours in Dublin and I think they all do a fairly similar route, so I just went with the first one that showed up. It had a live commentary provided by the driver rather than just a recording, and went around most of the main sights I have on my list for later such as Trinity College, the National Museum and the Guinness Storehouse, so it was a good way of getting my bearings even if the driver was overly fond of puns. They got especially painful when he started talking about Bram Stoker as we passed the bus where he (Stoker) got married.

It was, technically, a hop-on-hop-off bus, but I just went all the way around the circuit and disembarked again at O’Connell Street before setting off for a shorter wander on foot. I was starting to feel a bit sleepy – I didn’t sleep very well last night – so I stopped at a coffee shop near the bus stop for a quick coffee and a pastel de nata before crossing the Liffey to investigate Temple Bar. The ‘Bar’ of the name is a historic sandbank, apparently, but it certainly has plenty of the alcoholic kind as well.

I circled back to the hotel for a quick freshen-up before heading out again for tea at a burger place in Temple Bar that looked promising. I wasn’t hungry enough for chips, but the burger was delicious even if it did start disintegrating as soon as I took the little flag out. The hotel does have a restaurant that does pizzas and stuff in the evenings, but I’d rather get out and see what else Dublin has to eat.

Tomorrow: the Book of Kells, among other plans. I hope they have it open at a good illumination; the calligraphy is beautiful in itself, but let’s be honest, that’s not what your typical layman wants to see the Book of Kells for.

[boomandblehhhh]

Hello

I'm going through the worst breakup of my life, and this blog is only my daily update to get over it.

Day 1 wasn't recorded coz i was unable to stop crying and making sense of it. Just to give a background, I'm 23 (F) and he's 29 (M). We met in University and quickly hit it off. I had just gotten out of a very toxic relationship and was still dealing with it and trying to make sense when we met and started falling in love. Things were perfect with him and i don't think it has ever been better. Here i am,8 months later because it was only casual and also with a time limit. He's going to marry soon. I still have a few years. We've decided to stay friends and continue to be honest with each other.

How do you see someone who you so passionately love, fall in love with someone else?

How do you move on when they're right there?

Day 2:

It started out with a panic attack. I went over to his place last night for some work and ended up hooking up. I woke up with a lot of anxiety that he would abandon me. So much that i puked and had hot flushes. I called him at work and told him to reassure me about it.

The day went okay, with my work going on and me taking some time out for myself. I met a friend from a class i had taken and it felt good.

Finally, it was time to see him. We went to the gym together and he seemed off. Maybe tired? Not sure.

I then went out for dinner with my friend's family and called him when i got home. He was busy sending some email. Said he would call back and he did. I spoke to him for about 10 mins before he said he needed his time, and was very mean and rude about it. I'm going to get my periods in 3 days, i am emotional and i am sensitive. I can't handle this right now and i literally begged him to stay and speak to me for just 5 minutes. Again, shut me out. I called him back after a bit and again, shut out. I cried and then texted him that I'm sorry and will be more in check of my behaviour.

My feelings:

It's just day 2, i don't know why he's expecting me to be so normal and calm and like usual. I'm trying I'm genuinely trying so hard but i don't have the emotional security anymore and so i don't really know what to do. I know i will figure it out but i just need some time and not rudeness from him.

I think i know what i should do, i should have a similar fear in my head of letting him go as my friend like i feel for my other friends and then behave with those boundaries. I think that should help. I hope he forgives me for my behaviour today. I really hope. I also hope nothing works out between him and that girl in his office. Any other girl would be okay but i can't be okay with that one person. As petty as it sounds.

Conclusion:

I'm going to write everything here, in case anyone ever bothers to read it. My feelings might be too much for someone or i might be a little too stupid for someone, but this is who i am and this is why I'm here. I don't need the judgement and i don't need anything else.

If there's anyone going through something similar, i hope you find solace in the fact that there's someone out there who's going through the same thing as you are.

Through this writing, i hope to go back in 15-20 days and then see how much I've moved on and how I've saved my friendship with him. To show the world that yes you can be good friends with your exes. To set the new norm.

I love you guys, and I'll try to be as honest as i can about my day, and also try to look at things positively. I have a feeling Tumblr is going to make me feel so much better.

If anyone's reading this, be strong. You got this. You're stronger than you think and believe and you shall definitely overcome this. You're not alone.

Good night!

[thighridingsamu]

good morning everyoooooonnnnneeee

[choerrys]

having a horrifying terrifying day and its only 9

[darthslaydr]

Teach me how to love you

Summary- Dean is possessive and jealous. A guy's hands-on y'n makes him lose his mind. He gets physical but doesn't know how to show his affection, he asks her to teach him how to love her.

Pairing- Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters- Dean, Sam, Y'N, Iris

Word count- 1.7k

Warning- SMUT, possessive, jealous, physical, low-key toxic Dean, training.

Suggestions are open loves!

MASTERLIST

The Winchester ritual consists of going to the bar to wash off any sorrow, it was almost like therapy. The bar was almost jammed pack, you always had a good time because you practically grew up in bars. You always wore the same jeans and flannel going to the hunts, but it is always so hot in the bars, everyone’s bodies just sticking together, it was really hard to be wearing something like jeans, so you always carried shorts and wore a tank top underneath the flannel.

Y/N’s POV

I was riding the backseat of the Impala, truth was I am bullied by the boys, so they do not let me ride shotgun. Sam was passed out in the front and Dean had his eyes on the road. We all stayed in silence till Dean played “Cherry Pie”. That damn song always did something to me. Gave me every inch of confidence and god complex

“ We are almost there,” Dean said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

I just nodded and looked away. I could still feel his eyes on me. I slowly started unbuttoning my flannel, that damn song. I took of the flannel, showing my tank top, which had Harley Davidson on it. I started unbuttoning my pants and my eyes met Dean’s in the rearview mirror. He shied away and moved his eyes on the road. I changed into short shorts and during the whole changing process his eyes kept flickering off and on from me.

We entered in front of the pub. I knew I was good-looking, I shut down every insecurity, I hate being vulnerable. We walked into the club, Sam went to look for a table and Dean and I went to the bar, finally. You ordered the same as Dean, strong drinks as always. Dean went to some chick, as always, and this time Sam also got one, finally. I was left alone at the bar and a certain handsome guy seated himself beside me. He had ocean blue eyes and the sweetest way of talk. God, he is handsome. I started feeling incredibly hot when his hands touched my thigh, slowly caressing it. That moment was interrupted by Sam.

“Hey, Y/N, sorry for disturbing you but Iris and I are going back to the motel, and we are taking the car. If you want to come now, then you can but the motel is like 10 mins away from here.” He had a girl in his arm and he was visibly drunk. I chuckled and told him I can walk. He smiled and walked away.

The handsome sitting in front of you, Dave, had his hand fixed on the upper part of my thigh.

“Maybe we can get out of here too?” He whispered in my ear

I looked around to find Dean, he was too drunk to walk alone. I could not leave him.

“How about we take this behind the Pub?” I asked

Of course, he said yes.

I chugged the sixth drink and was pretty drunk. He grabbed my hand and helped me stand. He then put his hand on my lower back and soon grabbed my ass. I looked behind and saw Dean looking at me while a girl kissed his neck. I mouthed that I will be back and he did nothing. I ignored it and walked out with Dave, he pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck, grabbed my hand above my head and started unzipped my shorts. People were still going in and out of the bar, and publically having sex was not exactly my cup of tea.

“No not yet,” I said

He just nodded and continued kissing. It soon just became a hot makeout sesh. With different turns, I was pinned against the wall and then he was. While hovering over him, a strong pair of arms pulled me back and held me against someone’s chest.

“Beat it.” A low growl said behind me

I turned around to find a similar face, Dean. He was pissed and I could smell the alcohol on him. Dave did not even ask twice and just ran away. I pushed Dean off and started walking away from him towards the motel.

“Y/N wait,” Dean said while running behind me.

“I am too drunk for this hold on.” He said behind me.

“Dean, I know you are. That is why” I took in a deep breath. “We will talk tomorrow.”

The walk back was quiet and I could feel he was sorry. We soon reached the motel and we could hear Sam in the room.

“You can wait in my room,” I asked Dean, but he started walking away before I could say anything else.

“I am just going to go to the convenient store, it is 2 mins away.” He said and moved away.

I went into my room and changed my clothes and made coffee, two cups of coffee because Dean did not know that the convenience store was closed. I knew he would be back.

I hear a faint knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and it was as expected, Dean.

As soon as I opened the door, he kissed me. It was wanting, passionate and almost like the world was coming to an end. He pushed me against the door and shut the door with the help of my body. He closed to my neck and I didn’t impose. He raised me and my legs crossed across his waist, he tore my tank top in half and started making his way down to my breasts, my hands getting tangled in his hair. I removed the shreds of the clothes hanging from my shoulders. He carried me and laid me on my bed. He took off his shirt and I removed my shorts. He got ahold of my panty and removed it in a second and tied my hands to the bed rest with my panty and he worked on removing my bra. He moved down tracing every inch of my body till he reached my thighs and started teasing all the sweet spots. His hands soon dug into my thigh and his mouth was exactly where it needed to be. I screamed out loud, he feels so different, feels so pure. God. My back ached and my arms screamed to be let free and roamed freely in his hair. He soon came in front of my face and without any indication, he put himself, the full length, in me. He grabbed my throat and I begged for him even more. He came next to my ear and said, “You are mine, and you better say it.” Those words could not be comprehended, but with every thrust, I got closer and with the last thrust remaining for me to come, he pulled away and looked at me, “You better say it.”

As he said it his hickey’s from that night glaring through. I raised my head up as far as I could and whispered, “ You say it first.” In that second he thrust so far deep, that I saw stars. I came, he came and maybe that was us agreeing to each other? He moved out of me and wore his pants and started moving out of the room.

“Hey, untie me,” I screamed at him.

He moved back towards me and said that “this is what you get for asking me to say that”, and kissed my forehead. Dick.

Thank god I am a hunter, I will not only be able to get my hands untied and kill that Winchester. I wore a shirt and a different pair of panties and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later realizing the training I have with the elder Winchester. Well, that will be interesting.

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“Good morning, Samuel.”

He kissed my head and said, “That is not my name.”

I entered the room and I met the handsome figure of Dean, my mind went into the last night sex and got butterflies instantly.

“I have some things to do, and by some things I mean a meet Iris on a date,” Sam said

This piqued the interest in the room.

“Don’t say anything.” He continued.

“You are working out with Dean alone.” Sam looked at me and said.

My heart sank and the butterflies doubled. This will be an interesting day.

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We entered the barren land a little behind the motel. We didn’t say anything, we just started working with knife control. This was our daily routine. Dean was quieter than usual, his eyes were hungrier than ever. I take out my knife and charged at him, he grabbed my hand and flipped me around, showing the knife into my neck. While his other hand twisted mine behind my back.

“Dean you are hurting me.” I managed to choke up.

He threw the knife away but didn’t lose the grip on my wrists, I was on my tippy toes to almost meet his height. His hand grabbing my wrist near my throat loosened up and got ahold of my throat. He pushed my head back and met his eyes to mine. He got his lips close to my lips to mine and whispered, “tell me you are mine.” I was filled with anger and managed to push him away.

“What do you want Dean?” I moved towards him

“Huh? What do you want?” I continued as I pushed him away, with every word I said.

“ You try to make me call you mine, but you flirt and fuck every girl. Have you seen me do that? I have pined for you, liked you and you gave me nothing. You are always so jealous and possessive. I am tired, Dean.”

“I don’t know how to love. I never did.” He said

He cupped my face and looked me into my eyes, “teach me how to love you.” He said as he said softly.

[mayaflowerxs]

STRAYKIDS AS PETS

(Hyung Line)

Pairing: skz x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: fluff. Lots of cute moments.

Synopsis: How you and skz member meet and how it’s been going ever since. (Only dogs or cats as pets)

Chan:

Definitely a Golden retriever. You found Chan late at night, you and your ex boyfriend had gotten into a massive fight and you ran out the house to get a fresh breath of air. While you were walking, the sun had gone down and you ended up at the park. No longer feeling safe to stay out, you also didn’t want to go back to your ex’s place. As you bring your phone out to call your best friend, you kept looking around. Goosebumps trailing up your arm as the chilly wind blew by you. “Hey y/bsf/n, Me and him got in a fight again. I’m at the park and it’s really dark, come pick me up please?” While you were on the phone, you hadn’t realized the Golden dog start approaching you from behind. He had smelled you the second you stepped foot onto the premises. He’s been eating the scraps the kids leave by the tables. Seeing & smelling you intrigued him and he couldn’t help but want to get near you. “Thank you so much! Alright see you then.” As you hanged up, it had started to get pitched black, only the distant light of your neighborhood can be seen.

As you go to turn on the flash, it had flashed onto Chan. Squealing you fall off the bench and flat on your butt. Wincing as the sharp rocks scraped your palm. Chan immediately whines as he didn’t mean to hurt and scare you. With his nose, he nudged your palm for you to open it. Wanting to see how bad your injury was. “It’s alright buddy, see? No blood.” Chan breathes out, the sudden worry slowly dissolving. “You’re pretty cute.” You say as you go to pat his head. Chan couldn’t help but wag his tail, immediately feeling a strong connection between you and him. You knew you couldn’t leave Chan there and when there was no tag you knew you had to take him home. When your best friend came to pick you up, you guys went to the vet which was pretty hard since most of the ones near you were closed. No chip. Chan panicked when you put him back inside the car and started going to the route your best friend takes to get to her place. Not realizing that it was also the route the pound ends up at. Chan felt a strong wave of ptsd washing in and started whining. Barking and scratching the door. “What’s wrong buddy?” Howling as he nuzzled his nose in your neck, in a way begging you not to take him to the pound. That never happened. Now a year later you were in your small apartment with Chan. His bright blue diamond collar around him with his name shined brightly on it. Absolutely loves the time he has spent with you. Everyday is a blessing for him, he’s the comfort you always needed. When you wake up, he immediately gets up as well. When you go to work, he walks you to the door. Looking through the window until you drive out of your parking spot. Spotting you even when you guys are on the third floor. Making sure to park somewhere in his view, the last time you didn’t. You got a complaint about a barking dog 5 minutes after you drove off. When you’re sick, he uses his body heat to keep you warm. When you sleep he makes sure to not make as much noise to not wake you. 250/10 best boy.

Minho:

He’d be a Siamese cat. Now, now. Minho was actually a stray when you found him. His mother got killed by a coyote and his siblings were caught in a fire. He was the only one who survived and he was pretty traumatized, he was always wary with his surroundings and anyone really. Never trusted anyone or anything. When a pack of dogs started chasing him, usually he would fend for himself but given that he was outnumbered and had little to no energy. He used all that he had to run to the nearest house. Fitting himself through the small fence hole as the dogs barked at him. Baring their teeth at him, running inside the small vent the house had that led under the house. Staying there until he was sure no dogs were around. Feeling so tired, he had fallen asleep. He woke up when the slam of a car door was in his ear shot. Smelling the scent of chicken, he peaked his head out and saw you holding a bag of KFC, (if you don’t eat chicken or like KFC then imagine something else haha) His stomach grumbled as he licked his lips.

It’s been almost two days since the last time he had eaten. The rats he had caught had diseases and he really didn’t want to deal with infected rats much less, eat them. As you enter your house, you were engulfed by the hot heat pent up in your house. Opening the windows to let out the hot air and in the cool air, Minho slowly crawled out of his hideout. Peaking his head out to see inside your house. Instantly spotting the bag filled with the delicious chicken he craved dearly. He had a plan, while you were in the room. He’d go in, grab a wing and rush out. But it only backfired when he got in and got carried away by the great smell of the food. Not realizing you had closed the door and windows once cool air got in. Making your way over to the kitchen. Not even hearing your footsteps, he jumps when he hears your voice. Dropping the chicken in his mouth. “Uh...hi.” He hisses at you. Your guys first interaction was a mess. He hissed and threw his paw (with claws out & everything) at you. When you let him out, he quickly ran out. Running until he wasn’t near the house anymore. When he came to a stop, he felt this lonesome feeling in the pit of his stomach. The soft voice of yours ringing in his ear. He felt bad, you were being nothing but nice but he returned your niceness with hisses and scratches. By the next morning, you open your door to get your mail when you see him sleeping on your patio. After 5 months, he was officially named Minho. His grey collar around his neck with your address imprinted on it. Spending most of his time annoying the heck out of you. But you still love him. Sometimes his tree tower gets boring so he results in napping on your lap. When you’re not home he looks out the window. Smirking at the dogs who previously chased him. They’re the same stray dogs running around like wild animals while he had a home. He has amazing food, his water is always cleaned along with a litter box how cool is that?! And he has the best human to love him even when he was cold hearted to them at first. He really was glad that piece of chicken brought him a great home and human.

Changbin:

He’s a Rottweiler for sure. He met you at a dog park, his owner was a 7 year old girl. Terrible owner, she was in a family of seven. Four siblings who were very irresponsible and very ignorant. Poor parents, they were too nice which the kids took advantage of. While the youngest of the family was busy brushing Changbin’s thin fur very aggressively, he looked out to the other dogs. Wishing he was running around freely, ironic how they came to the dog park so he can run around freely and yet he still feels the same way as he always does when he’s back at home, encaged. Trapped. As he was looking at the other dogs, he saw one in particular walk in. Jumping in excitement as it’s tail wagged and looked up at its owner. When looking in the direction the dog was staring at. He froze in his spot. The most beautiful human stood there. As if an angel had appeared before him. Like his inner wild animal had just screamed, ‘MINE’ you really were one of a kind. He didn’t know what to do, but what he did know is that if anyone was going to keep wasting more of his time, it definitely would be you. The little girl got distracted when her mother had called her name. Using this distraction, he got up and jogged his way over. The male dog you came with had ran off in joy. As you were sat on the bench and smiling as Seungmin had joined his usually park pal, Felix. You didn’t realize Changbin had made his way over to you until he sat down in front of you.

“Oh! Hello there! Aren’t you a cutie?” You say as you scratch his chin. Changbin felt his heart flutter, getting up from his spot as he got closer to you. Nuzzling his head over your legs. He didn’t know what came over him, it was wrong. Especially when the human he felt so fondly of already had a pet. Changbin smelled the scent Seungmin left on you, he did all that he can to not growl at the thought of another dog scenting you. He knew that if Seungmin were to find out he would definitely not react nicely to a random dog scenting his human. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you. He wanted to go home with you. Heck, he wanted to befriend Seungmin as well and become one big family. One could only imagine. But things did go for the better. Changbin spent most of his time with you and when you had to leave. You saw the family that pertained to Changbin. Seeing how annoyed the older kids looked and how much the parents weren’t doing anything to keep them from giving attitudes to the dogs that ran past them. You had enough when you saw the girl start tugging on Changbin’s collar practically choking him. Hearing his whines broke your heart. Walking over you got the attention of the parents. “That’s no way to let your daughter treat your dog like that. Don’t you see how much he’s hurting?” The parents already looked frustrated enough that their kids were being brats. The youngest started throwing a fit about how she can’t do anything right. Finally the father had enough and exploded. “You guys are all ungrateful! If this is how you guys are with him then you guys don’t deserve him.” Grabbing his lease and clipping it on his collar he walks over and hands it to you. “Keep him, please. He already looks happier with you, I know you’ll do a better job than we can ever do.” Walking off with his family. You stood there bewildered. Mouth agape, but to Changbin he was thrilled. Tail wagging as his mouth was wide, tongue out in content. Looking up at you with adoration. In the distance, Seungmin and Felix looked at the scene before them. A confused Min wondering what the hell had happened. Adjusting was a bit difficult for Changbin. Don’t get me wrong he loved every second with you but because he scented you over the scent Seungmin left on you. He didn’t exactly have a nice bond with Min. He couldn’t be in the same place as Min without him huffing and walking away. Over time, they had gotten closer. Getting used to the fact that they were now sharing their beloved human. Having the same interests, hobbies, and the number one common thing they shared of them all. The love they have for you. Very protective boy. Now when you guys go back to the dog park, he also befriended Felix. But after a while, he runs back to you and sits by your side. Glaring at any dog who dares get a bit too close to you. Nudging your leg when you scold him for being mean to the other dogs. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as a way for you to forgive him. You can’t resist his eyes and blow a kiss at him as you coo at his adorable self. ‘My human’ he thinks. The flutter in his heart still present.

Hyunjin:

He would be a Norwegian Forest Cat. In all honesty, Hyunjin hated your guts. He didn’t know why. Well actually he did. You see he was your grandmother’s baby boy. He was like her child and let’s just say he was SPOILED. You and your family are pretty wealthy. Most of your cousins grew up to be brats and think just because they have money they get to act however they wanted. Your mother although didn’t want anything to do with the family. Ashamed at how her siblings acted and how that affected their kids. The only family member she kept in touch was your grandmother who she loved dearly. Hyunjin had to face your cousins countless of times. They were either brats and hated his presence or wanted to break and shred his bubble and hug the daylights out of him. Either way, they never treated him properly. All the pampering the maids gave him each morning which was brush his hair, put him his nice outfit for the day. Give him a message and more, all went out the window once your cousins came to treat his relaxing day a living hell. So when you came to visit he only assumed you to be just like them. But your grandmother had fallen very ill. So he couldn’t worry too much about your presence, his only concern was his mama. That was until she passed away. He was devastated when he woke up and she didn’t. And if things couldn’t get worse, the day you visited was the day your grandmother had you promise to take care of her little Jinnie for her. You couldn’t say no to her.

But you were running out of ways to get Hyunjin to like you. Or to at least not to scratch the soul out of you. Not only was he grieving for your grandmother but he had to put up with what he thought was one of the many annoying bratty grand children. In the end, you gave up in making amends with him so you kept your distance. You couldn’t give him up and even if he hated you, you made a promise and you were going to stick to it. You tried to stay out of his way most of the time. Waking up early before he did, you cleaned his water and gave him his food. The fancy kind because your grandmother believed a ‘good’ boy like him deserved more than regular dry food. The money your grandmother had left, was given to you and a portion to Hyunjin as well. It was enough to not have you work for the rest of your life but that wasn’t you. You didn’t want to stop doing what you wanted to pursue simply because of money. You still wanted to go out and do what you loved. So yeah, you kept busy. And when you got a promotion, you had less time spent at home. Hyunjin should’ve been glad. Well, he was. That was until he heard you outside. Peaking through the window he saw you crouched down. Helping a stray cat who pretended to look very ill. Cooing at them, you fed them the last bit of your lunch. Rubbing their back as they purred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. Why were you petting some random cat and not him? You were barely home and now that you are, all the attention is onto a damn cat that doesn’t live here. He knows it was wrong to think this way but he couldn’t help it. You weren’t the annoying brat he thought you were. You were this sweet angel that did nothing but try to make him feel as safe and comfortable as possible. When you entered the house, he felt himself frown when you completely ignored him standing by the door. You didn’t realize this but for the remainder of the day, wherever you went he sorta trailed behind you. Still keeping a distance. When you laid down on your bed, you heard his little meow just as he jumped on the bed. You stopped whatever you were doing and looked at him. Waiting for a hiss or bite about to strike at you. But it never came, instead he lend out a paw on your arm. No claws clawing your arm. Only the soft fur & pad touching your arm. Inching closer and closer, he climbed on top of you and laid there. You smiled softly at him. Hesitant, but pet his head softly. His tail wagging a bit as he took a nap on your chest. Maybe living with you wasn’t so bad. He still smelled the scent on that other cat so he didn’t forget in stretching so far out that every inch of your chest, stomach and neck got covered in his scent. That atta show that stray to stay away from his human.

[btsqualityy]

Assuage: Chapter 13

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

When you woke up the next morning, you could barely breathe from the lump that was Min Yoongi resting on top of you. 

Looking down, you smiled when you saw his head on your chest with his cheek smushed against your breast, his nose resting at the base of your neck. His legs were intertwined with yours and you couldn’t help but to notice how nicely your scent mixed with his as they both hung in the air. 

You still couldn’t believe how quickly things had moved between you and Yoongi, when you had the time to sit down and really think about it. You had never expected to even want to be in the same room with him but now, you had definitely fallen for him and at the rate that things were going, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you fell in love with him. 

“You’re thinking too loud,” Yoongi suddenly grumbled, and you smiled as you reached down and set your hands in his hair. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“What time is it?” He asked and you glanced over at his bedside table, taking note of the time on the clock that sat there.

“8am.”

“I don’t function before 10 so let’s go back to sleep,” he muttered.

“I’m gonna have to raincheck,” you giggled. “I need to go to the Head Hall and talk to my brother about some things.”

“Everything ok?” 

“More than,” you assured him. “It’s just some small stuff, nothing serious.”

“And you have to go now?” He whined. “And leave me here, all alone, with only the remnants of your nest and your scent to remind me that you were even here?”

“You are so dramatic, what the fuck Yoongi?” You laughed. “I have an appointment with a pregnant Omega at 10 so I need to go talk to Joon before he gets too busy.”

“Ugh, fine,” he relented, lifting his head and opening his eyes to look at you for the first time this morning. “Wanna meet for lunch?”

“I’m booked up all day,” you grimaced. “What about dinner? You could come to my place and I’ll cook for you, for a change.”

“Sounds good,” he nodded, leaning up and kissing you gently. “I’ll see you later then baby.” After pressing a few more gentle kisses to his lips, you managed to pull yourself away from him and hop into his shower. Once you were out, you may or may not have snagged one of his flannel shirts from his dresser drawer before pressing another kiss to his forehead and sneaking out of his house. 

Your walk to the Head Hall was quick, given that you’d been making the same walk literally since you were born; first to visit your father and now, to visit your brother. Once you stepped inside, you climbed the massive staircase that led you to the second floor and you walked over to stand in front of Namjoon’s secretary’s desk.

“Hi Y/N!” Mina greeted you cheerfully and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Hi Mina. Where’s Tae?” You wondered, since Taehyung was Namjoon’s usual secretary.

“He called in with the “flu”,” she giggled. “Though if you ask me, I think he just didn’t want to pull himself away from that Alpha of his.”

“Most likely,” you laughed in agreement. “Is Namjoon here though?”

“Just got here about 20 minutes ago,” she nodded. “Go on in.”

“Thanks,” you said before stepping around the desk and knocking on the door to Namjoon’s office.

“Come in!” You heard him say and you pushed open the door, sticking your head inside a little so that he could see you.

“Busy?” You wondered and he shook his head as he motioned for you to come inside. You did so, making sure to shut the door behind you before you walked over to sit in one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk. You always got a bittersweet feeling whenever you went to visit Namjoon, since his office used to actually be your father’s before he was killed. 

“You know, as your older brother, I’m not even gonna ask why you reek of Min Yoongi because I don’t want to know,” he spoke up before you even had the chance to say anything, which made you smirk as you looked at him.

“Oh please, as many times as Tae and I accidently caught you and Hyo making out when we were teenagers,” you snickered, making Namjoon’s cheeks redden. “You can deal with some scenting.”

“You smell like you did a whole lot more than scenting or making out though,” he laughed and it was your turn for your cheeks to redden. “But what’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to check in with you and see what you thought about Yoongi,” you told him.

“Why would you ask me that?” He wondered with a chuckle as he sat back in his chair. “We both know that you’re gonna do whatever you want regardless of what I may have to say. You always have.”

“Yeah but you’re Pack Alpha and you’re also my only big brother,” you said. “Ideally, I’d like to have your approval.”

“But you don’t need it, given your status within the pack,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes at him bringing that up.

“Well, give me your opinion according to my new status,” you replied.

“I like him well enough,” Namjoon sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “He seems strong and dependable, and he’s a damned good hunter so I know that he’d be able to provide for you and protect you. However, he’s a little on the quiet side.”

“What’s wrong with being quiet?”

“Nothing, if it doesn’t seem like someone is using that to hide something,” Namjoon shrugged. “He seems almost too quiet. Plus, I really wish we knew more about how he ended up almost dead and why whoever did that to him would just leave him there.”

“You think it was his fault?” You questioned with an arched brow.

“No, but you know as well as I do that if a person is thrown out of their pack, most of the reasons behind it aren’t positive ones,” he responded. 

“Still, it probably wasn’t his fault,” you replied.

“Probably, but the possibility is always going to be there until he tells us otherwise,” Namjoon shot back. “You wanted my opinion, that’s a part of it.”

“Hyo said that you said that you thought we’d make a good match though,” you brought up, making Namjoon groan loudly.

“God, I love that woman but she talks too much,” he huffed, making you chuckle. “When I said that, I meant it on the basis of our biology. I almost expected the two of you to be attracted to each other, and I wasn’t at all surprised when you showed up with that necklace on.”

“So you do approve then?” You pressed him.

“Yes Y/N-ah, I approve,” he relented as he rolled his eyes. 

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he shrugged and it was then that you noticed something in his sandalwood and pine scent was off.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him, and he sighed heavily before telling you.

“Hobi caught some lurkers on the edge of our territory last night,” he revealed, making your eyes widen. 

“Seriously?” You gasped. “You think it’s anything to be concerned about?”

“I think it’s Seo-hyun’s pack,” he confessed and you immediately felt anger cloud your senses once you heard that name. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You spat and Namjoon nodded.

“Seo-hyun has been the one that’s been pressuring the packs around here to fight over territory,” he reminded you.

“Just like he did before the Great Pack War,” you added.

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he sent those lurkers just to test me and see what I would do,” he said.

“Well, what are you going to do?” You wondered.

“I’m still working on that,” he replied honestly. “But whatever I come up with, I’m gonna try not to take it to the extremes of war again. That’s the last thing that this pack or any of the other packs need.”

“Agreed,” you nodded. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work.” You stood up from the chair and after he nodded at you, you turned around and walked towards the door. Just as your hand wrapped around the door knob, Namjoon called out to you.

“Y/N-ah?” He said and you turned around again to look at him. “Your heat’s coming up soon, right?”

“You know, you’ve been Pack Alpha for seven years now but I’ll still never get used to you knowing my heat cycle,” you blushed lightly.

“Trust me, it’s not my favorite piece of knowledge to have but you would’ve had to do it too if you kept your former status,” he pointed out. 

“To answer your question though, yes it’s coming up in like a week or so,” you told him. 

“You should tell Yoongi before then,” he advised you. “You know what I’m talking about?”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled softly. “I’m gonna tell him. I just...have to figure out how to.”

“I get it,” Namjoon nodded. “Have a good rest of your day Y/N-ah.”

“You too Joon,” you replied before turning around and stepping out of his office, shutting the door behind you.

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“Ok, so no offense or anything,” Yoongi began but you interrupted him.

“That’s usually what someone says right before they offend you,” you pointed out, making Yoongi laugh loudly.

“This probably will offend you but I have to say it, it looks like an actual blueberry in here,” Yoongi chuckled as he looked around your cabin. The two of you had been sat on your couch, eating the chili that you had cooked for dinner. This was his first time actually coming inside your house, and you were quickly regretting it.

“Blue is my favorite color,” you muttered petulantly. The walls in your living room were colored in powder blue, with the couch and two easy chairs matching it. Yoongi also couldn’t help but to notice how many vases you had with fresh carnations around as well.

“You like carnations?” Yoongi wondered.

“Love them,” you confirmed with a soft smile. “When I was little, my dad used to always get my mom a fresh bouquet of them every week. I got so used to having them in the house, I decided to keep it going once I got my own cabin.”

“They’re beautiful,” Yoongi said as he extended his arms towards you. You immediately moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap you up into a tight hug. 

“Missed you today,” you murmured as you nuzzled your nose against his scent gland on his neck. 

“I missed you too baby,” he whispered. 

“How was your day?” You questioned. 

“Busy,” Yoongi huffed. “Kibum didn’t feel well today so I ran the hardware shop by myself.”

“Really?” You gasped in surprise. “That’s great.”

“It was nerve wrecking,” he corrected you. “I wouldn’t have even done it if Kibum didn’t basically threaten my life.”

“Yeah, that’s how he gets what he wants,” you giggled. “How did it end up going though, besides being busy?”

“It was...good, actually,” he told you. “Since everyone mostly knows me now, it was smooth sailing.”

“Aw, look who’s a part of the pack now,” you cooed, and Yoongi laughed.

“I didn’t really expect to ever be,” he admitted. “Especially with me being an outsider.”

“Why?”

“Because in my old pack, being kind to each other wasn’t the norm,” Yoongi huffed. “And we definitely didn’t extend kindness to outsiders.”

“But you like it?” You guessed and he nodded.

“I do. I never thought I’d end up here, but I’m glad that I did,” he confessed, taking a second to lean down and press a kiss to the side of your head. 

“I’m glad that you did too,” you smiled. After saying that though, you couldn’t help but to hope that he would react well to your secret whenever you decided to tell him because you really were glad that he was there and you didn’t want to lose him. 

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[spiderlilyserendipity]

made of gold (reader x myg) (*SFW*)

can be read as gender neutral!

tags: fluff, dating, insecurity , slight angst, happy ending, can be read as gender neutral, reader wears a bit of makeup

warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

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the liquor had gotten to your head.

your boss had insisted on a round of drinks tonight to celebrate the project that had just wrapped up, but no one in the team was in the mood. but knowing his head-strong approach, all your co-workers merely glanced at each other unhappily when the clock struck 5 and got up to follow him.

fast forward three hours and here you were, drunk off your ass in a neighbourhood far from your own. it was friday and you didn’t have anywhere to be tomorrow but you weren’t in the mood to sit in a taxi for the half hour it would take to get back home. you were feeling nauseous as it was, stomach uneasy from too many cups of coffee and the all-nighter you’d pulled in preparation for today’s presentation. it had all gone well, it always did knowing your team. but you were a worrier, and the last few weeks of working on this project had done bad things to you. forget the possible promotion your boss had hinted at, you just wanted to get by without liver damage for the rest of the weekend.

“hurry, hurry.” you told the first cab driver that pulls over. you glanced nervously over your shoulder, hoping your boss doesn’t spot your face standing on the sidewalk. you had made up such an elaborate lie to get away before they left the bar for a second round.

drunk and tired, you didn’t realize the address you told the driver isn’t your own.

you just got out at the corner and pay, bowing goodbye absently. then you turned around, fumbling when the passcode for the front door doesn’t work.

“what the fuck.” you muttered under your breath. you sighed and pressed a hand to your forehead. don’t say i forgot the passcode.

“y/n?”

you turned around, wondering why your female roommate’s voice was so deep today, or why she was just getting home now, too. but then you felt it. two warm, sturdy hands that clasped your upper arms. and then you saw them. dark, gentle eyes, hidden under a baseball cap and a mask, but you would recognize those eyes anywhere. you smiled. “when did you get here, baby?”

yoongi cleared his throat, cheeks turning a bit pink. in your drunkenness, you forgot yoongi isn’t baby, not yet. it had only been about three months of flirting between you two, more phone calls and top-secret dinner dates than anything serious. you understood that. yoongi’s a big man, and you were just lucky enough to have met him through a mutual friend.

you were simple and he was charming, but for whatever reason, he looked at you like you’re made of gold.

“this is where i live, y/n-ssi. remember?” yoongi reminded you lightly. your mouth fell open dramatically. ah. you fucked up. no wonder you’d felt a little funny telling the driver your address.

“oh. oh!” you blurted, looking around quickly. your eyes searched for any lingering people, cameras in bushes, that type of thing. suddenly, you felt a lot more sober. “shit. i’m sorry yoongi-ssi. let me just—”

you pulled up an app on your phone, ready to call your roommate to come get you instead of risking lingering around and being caught. but before you could do that, yoongi’s hand gently tapped your shoulder. you turned and he was standing with the door half-open. “just come in.” he said, hand trailing down your arm to take your hand in his.

blushing like a teenager on their very first walk of shame, you follow him past the lobby to the elevators. you can’t help but be a little shocked at all the marble and sleek steel around you. of course you knew of bts before you met yoongi, but you worked a very busy corporate job that made it hard to have hobbies. but even with all the small promotions you had gotten in the last ten years, you knew you would never afford luxury like this. min yoongi was rich rich. you realize.

when you glance at him, you suddenly feel nervous. you had been upright with him since day one about keeping the flirting polite and secret. you had a good job of your own and were very independent. yoongi liked that, he’d told you multiple times. you both liked to take relationships slow, mature and sensible adults as you were. but now you’d done it. you’d showed up and invaded his space, without the two of you ever discussing “dating”. as far as you knew, you were just another fling of this big superstar. perhaps you were making him uncomfortable? you two hadn’t even held hands until now.

you looked down at your clasped hands. yoongi was looking at something on his phone to bide the ride up to his floor. he was dressed in simple black sweats and a t-shirt but there was a rolex on his wrist. if you moved your wrist just a little, the cold sweat on your body would smudge the glass. are those diamonds? like real fucking diamonds? you wondered, staring at the shining jewels around the glass.

“something wrong, y/n-ssi?” yoongi asked. you jolted, pulling your hand back.

“n-no! nothing at all!” you replied a beat too late, mind still fuzzy. man, you really needed a nap.

yoongi looked down, where his rolex-clad hand dangled by his side. then he pulled his mask down, chewing his upper lip. “do you want me to drop you home?”

just the mention of getting in a car had you feeling nauseous. his home was even further from your place than the bar had been. and now that you know that min yoongi is rich rich, you can’t risk it. god, what if i threw up on his, like, hand-crafted leather seats or something?

the elevator dinged and slid open to reveal yoongi’s floor.

you followed him quietly down the long, marble hallway to the very last door. yoongi’s apartment. he glanced at you as he tapped the numbers into the electronic lock. you looked away sharply at the plant outside his neighbour’s house instead. you hadn’t seen the code, so why did you feel so guilty?

“sorry to intrude.” you said as you enter his home. yoongi didn’t reply, just nudged the pair of guest slippers towards you with his foot. you took off your shoes, watching yoongi with a bit of awe as he strode into the house and turned on the lights. was his back always that broad?

“what did you do today?” you asked, cringing at how it sounds like a question a partner would ask.

the sound of the fridge opening and closing answered you. a second later, yoongi appeared behind you. he lightly tapped your elbow as he came around you to sit on the large sofa. you followed, sitting down at the edge of your seat.

“i worked in the studio today. we’re preparing for our new album.” yoongi answered in short but polite sentences. he opened a can of beer in his hand. “how was yours? you mentioned you had a presentation today.”

you flushed. you couldn’t believe he remembered that, you had told the deadline for your project that weeks ago. “it was good. we went for drinks afterwards.” you explained, your leg bouncing at your side. “what do you usually do when you get home?”

yoongi set the can on the coffee table. he leaned into the sofa, facing you. “depends on the schedule we had that day. if i’m tired i’ll just eat, wash up, and go to bed. if i’m feeling good, i do all of that plus a drink or two.”

“you feel good today?” you asked, your heart jumping to your throat when he smiled against the cushion.

“yes.” yoongi answered, eyes not leaving yours. “i do.”

you cleared your throat. a notification popped up and you glanced down at your phone, happy for a split second away from yoongi’s eyes that make you feel hot inside. your roommate was asking where you were. “my roommate can come get me soon.”

“i’ll order us something to eat. text her once we’re done eating.”

you nodded numbly, looking at the can of beer on the table rather than at yoongi. alcohol really was the bane of your existence. you were so embarrassed to look this way in front of yoongi.

you and yoongi engaged in some more small talk once he ordered food. he asked you what you would like to watch on netflix and handed you the remote to put it on. in the meantime, he said he would go get your food. you felt embarrassed when he said your food. it was a reminder that you showed up uninvited and that he was probably just too nice to kick you out.

your sadness seemed to amplify the tiredness. without knowing, you drifted off in the few minutes between when you put the show on and yoongi’s return.

when you woke, there was something soft but firm in your face like a pillow. it smelled like laundry detergent and feels warm and cozy. you buried your face into it, sighing in comfort. a moment later, you felt fingertips gently card through your hair. was that your roommate pulling you in for one of her random cuddle sessions?

you adjusted again, pushing yourself up against your pillow. you were about to drift back asleep when a deep voice filled your ears. “do you want to eat yet?” yoongi asked.

you startled, sitting up as fast as you could. you looked down, horrified. you were laying on top of yoongi’s chest, your head having been tucked in the space between his neck and shoulder. yoongi, who had been scrolling on his phone until now, turned his phone off at your worried expression. “what is it, y/n-ssi?”

you grabbed your own phone off the coffee table to check the time. it’s 10:30 now. your roommate was probably asleep by now. and here you were, still drunk and laying on top of a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. shit, shit, shit.

“i’m sorry. i really need to leave.” you said, climbing off yoongi. your eyes catch on an unopened pizza box on the armchair next to the sofa, feeling extremely guilty. this was terrible. you ruined everything.

yoongi was kind, too kind for you. he took you in despite the risk of cameras catching you outside his apartment. he bought you dinner just for you to fall asleep and not let him eat it. your own place was too far from here, a taxi would cost a ton. and on top of it all, you weren’t even dating. what the hell were you supposed to do now?

“i’ll drop you.” yoongi’s voice was back to normal, no longer sleepy. as expected, he didn’t try to make you stay. whether that was out of courtesy or just because you were annoying to him, it burned. “but aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

on cue, your stomach grumbled.

yoongi laughed. “sit down, i’ll warm some up for us.”

the two of you ate quietly, awkwardly.

when you were done, you stood up. fuck it, you would have to pay the big taxi fare and endure the nausea. you couldn’t bother yoongi anymore. so you said a quick thanks for dinner without looking him in the eye, ready to run for it.

“y/n.” yoongi’s voice stopped you. “are you sure you want to go home?”

yoongi’s cheeks were pink when he looked at you. he scratched the back of his neck. “you can spend the night here, if you like.” when your eyes widened, his did, too. “i have a guest room. a guest room with a bathroom and everything.”

still drunk and crushing too hard on min yoongi, you smiled. “okay.”

but as you took a step towards him, you nearly slipped on the polished surface of the hallway. you groaned as he caught you, embarrassed. you were going to kill your boss for making you drink this much.

steadily, yoongi guided you to the guest bedroom and sat you on the bed. you wait for him to return and when he does, it’s with a packet of makeup wipes and a brand-new toothbrush still in its pack. purple. you noticed as he set the latter on the duvet. interesting.

you startled when his hand cupped your face, guiding you back to look at him. “close your eyes.” he whispered, face only a few inches from yours. you let him wipe off the light makeup you wore every day to work. when you opened your eyes, yoongi was giving you that same look from earlier. like you were something special, something whose true value only he knows. like you were made of gold.

your eyes fell to his lips. you inhaled, ready to take your chances.

yoongi closed the space, kissing you sweetly. his hands cupped your face, and yours wound around his broad back. it felt perfect.

when you separated, the two of you were breathless. seeing each other’s flushed faces, you laughed together.

when you come back from borrowing yoongi’s shower, the lights in the house were off except for yoongi’s room. he smiled as you slid into bed beside him. he reached over you to turn the lights off, then pulled you in against his side. your heart fluttered when you felt him tuck the duvet in around you.

“yoongi?” you asked. under your ear, his heartrate got a little faster. he must’ve thought you were asleep. “we’re—we’re a thing right?” you ventured, hoping all of this was real. that min yoongi wasn’t the kind of guy who could do this for every fling.

yoongi laughed under his breath. “obviously, baby.” he replied, kissing the top of your head. you smiled as you fall asleep beside him.

[softieteez]

backstory

warning: death, cancer, drinking, mental abuse, some physical abuse, cussing, crying, anxiety attacks, suicidal thoughts, child neglect

genre: angst

summary: before ivy even got to her teen years, things were more difficult than most adults lives. from losing her dad, to experiencing neglect.

a/n: ivy’s story is pretty deep. feel free to skip this post if you are triggered by anything listed. also i’ll be using her birth name a lot throughout this story.

languages: normal = english. italic = korean

olivia min was born june 4, 2001 in michigan. she is the youngest of three siblings. miya, the oldest, was born february 20, 1997. and austin, the middle child, was born august 4, 1999.

growing up, olivia had an amazing relationship with her family members. her parents were always really supportive of anything she wanted to do. and her siblings, were annoying, but they all love each other so much. the family was pretty middle class, maybe more upper middle class. they had enough money to buy nice things and go on trips, which was nice and it gave the kids experiences they’d always remember.

when she was a baby, the families friend jax, had given her the nickname ‘ivy.’ the name stuck with him and eventually spread to friends at school. but her family members always called her olivia or jisoo, her korean name.

in school she was a social butterfly, running around recess practically collecting friends like they were collectors items. and because of her loving nature, no one could say no. she’s also very smart, she’s always had straight a’s and was usually willing to participate in class. teacher would say she was a sweet and smart little girl, and of course she could make the class burst into giggles at any second.

olivia started dancing at the young age of 4 when her parents enrolled her into dance classes. there, she met new friends and became one of the best youth dancers in their town.

her grandparents lived in ohio, which meant a lot of the times they would travel there for the holidays. olivia had a friend named aggy that lived there.

aggy lived next door to ivy’s grandparents. she was diagnosed with leukemia only five months before meeting the family, this was when ivy was maybe 7 years old.

through the years, ivy excelled in everything from piano lessons that she started when she was 5, to even cooking. she was a cheerful and happy little girl. until she reached age 9 when her dad was diagnosed with lung cancer.

this was a huge reality hit. she didn’t really understand it though, her dad was healthy. until he wasn’t. she remembers that day so clearly

“where’s mom and dad?” olivia asked walking into the kitchen and seeing her sister sitting next to their sleeping brother on the couch

“hospital, grandma and grandpa will be here in a few hours. for now our neighbors are gonna look after us”

“hospital? but why?” the little girl tilted her head

“i don’t know olivia. go back to sleep it’s early” miya did know, she saw her dad getting worse and worse as the months went on. but the last thing anyone wanted to do was worry anymore people. especially austin and olivia.

“okay…” she responded and went back toward her bedroom.

a few hours later she woke up to her grandma shaking her awake “wake up olivia. grandpa and i brought lunch.” the elderly woman spoke

olivia smiled at her grandmother as she sat up and stretched. the girl walked to the kitchen.

she still remembers all the yummy food her grandparents made, now knowing it was out of grief. later that night was when her parents revealed the truth to the kids.

and suddenly her whole world collapsed.

she would miss dance class and sometimes even school because her father would be in the hospital. because her mom and dad were always gone, she and her other siblings were expected to help around the house. occasionally with their grandparent by their side.

when she turned 10, she didn’t have much of a birthday blow out. and her present was some nail polish because that was all her family could afford at the time. when she turned 11, they spent her birthday in the hospital. her dads condition became so much worse that he wasn’t able to leave the hospital.

“i’m sorry you have to spend your birthday like this livvy” her dad held her had. his skin was paler than usual. colder too.

“it’s okay dad, i’m just happy we’re all here” she smiled as she held back tears. but her dad knew she wanted to cry.

“me and your mom got you something” he smiled and looked at his wife. the woman smiled sadly and reach in her purse to pull out a small purple box.

olivia grabbed the box from her mothers hand and opened it slowly. a beautiful butterfly necklace was revealed.

“it took a little while for us to find the perfect one” her moms sniffled. “we wanted you to love it”

thinking back on that moment. ivy now understood they wanted it to be special because it would be the last gift she would ever receive from her father.

“thank you mommy. thank you daddy” she whispered and pecked her dads forehead.

sadly, on june 29, her father passed away in the middle of the night. for some reason, her brain blocks this moment out. it’s all a blur.

her and her sister were sleeping on the little couch the nurses had set up and her brother was laying on the sleeping bag he had brought on the floor. it happened so suddenly. she woke up to her mom hysterically crying and weeping.

her brother and sister were frantic as nurses guided them three of them out of the room. but she does remember the last look she had at her dad.

he didn’t look real, more like a painting. or a sculpture maybe. his skin was practically white and his body was lifeless.

her whole family was in a depression, especially her mom. after losing her husband, she started drinking to numb the pain.

her grandparents left ohio and went back to korea completely unannounced. it was up to miya and austin to take care of themselves, each other, and of course olivia.

after a month of her fathers passing. the family had got a call from aggy’s mom informing them that aggy passed away july 25. so now she lost her dad and her best friend. along with that her mom isn’t stable enough to take care of her and her siblings, and her grandparents were m.i.a.

when she turned 12, that’s when her moms drinking got worse. she was living off of beer and tv dinners. she was also now mentally abusive toward her children.

austin became the child that started work. he would work late at night and then go to school all day. he was responsible for the families income at age 14.

miya was rarely ever home as well, but she was gone to escape their mom. she would rebel, hang out with her boyfriend, who ivy later found out was physically abusive.

then ivy was the kid that did the chores. she would also clean the neighbors houses to help pay her dance fees. the neighbors would always feel bad so they’d usually give her $30 for each chore she did. that was barely enough though.

and somehow, none of their friends ever noticed anything. except for austin’s, he’s always shut down plans to work and was overly tired all the time. but the friends did start noticing behavior changes

ivy became really depressed and spent most of her days just waiting for them to end.

the family got some income from the bank after the fathers passing. the kids were all in his will, earning $114k each. but they wouldn’t receive that until age 18.

around this time, ivy got into contact with her grandparent. begging day after day to move their and live out her dream of being an idol. her siblings would even call and beg the grandparents to let her, not wanting her to experience this life anymore.

after months of begging, her grandparents finally agreed to move her out to korea. she had already submitted audition videos to big companies like sm, jyp, yg, bighit etc.

she was 13 when she was officially moved into korea. she lived with her grandma and grandpa for a month before moving into the jyp dorms. she trained there for a year before being sent off to audition for produce 101.

during this time, she experienced great stress. her anxiety and depression led to suicidal thoughts and almost had to leave the show because of it. many fans who were supporting her throughout the show noticed her getting skinnier and skinnier by the episode.

somi, who became her best friend instantly, was also worried for her. ivy felt bad that she was worrying people. but she couldn’t help it, her mind controlled her. her thoughts were always telling her to do something. she would practice all the time and forget to eat.

somi would often watch after her to make sure she would at least eat a bagel and drink water everyday.

it wasn’t long before ivy would share her story, only parts of it publicly. her story reached american headlines, meaning her family and friends had seen it.

she was struggling for years. and it was only recently when she found inner happiness. she worked hard during produce, and didn’t win. and of course, she left jyp and moved to kq where she met her life long friends.

her boys have helped her so much, they were there to listen to her story, to hug her when she cried.

those are her boys, her family. her home.

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⋆ ✧₊ june 14th 2022 🎻🍞🐻 ⊹ɞ

hewwo diary :3 today im din hav too ba day, or may bee im jus block out da bad parts >_< im slight vent buuuuut also a feel teensy 🤏 bit bwetter. <3

tw vent // vent regression

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so where do im start diary? 😮😮 oh ya ! :3 2day im woke up likeee 10 mins before my bus came so im din hav much time 2 get ready BUT BUT BUT ,,, im did wear deordoorrant which is gud ! cos usually when i wakes up lil lwates dese days , im forget deodorant n it make me very embarrassed bcos im stress sweat easily … n dont wanna bother peoples w bad smellys ))): so am proud dat im din forget this time!!! ^ω^ am wore a maroon varsity jacket dat matches my school colours <3 denim jean shorts n a white tubbie top along w my signature pearl necklace :33 im was feeling very pretty today 🙈😊

sooo todays im got on bus in time 🚌 ^o^ im din get time eat breakfast doe so im was hungry ))))): gurgurugyrle. maths class was really borinf n i din really understand it >_< n den art class was vry rypical but im had funny moment where im went to refill the paper towel n just as i refill it there dis guy who looked down at the papertowel like :0 then at me like :0 and we had a good laugh <3 (:

im kinda sad doe because recently my friend has been acting weird :I she wa skinda passive aggressive to me when i explained to her tht i was hanging out w my close friend for stranger tings s4 n was like “i understand u wanted to hangout w him but likeee im here you know” which mad eme feel kinda sad and obliged when i dont owe her any of my time as a friend . bcos if we were gonna aply this logic to her than id passively aggressive remark her everytime she hang out w her friends. and she has lots. but i dont. im dont even b mad or express it. ya it kinda lonely and a lil sad bc i wish i had lot friend like her doe honestly she just kinda poopy friend rn ): n even when she hangout w other friend i understand cos everyone have ofher fg and she do too and she not obliged to hangout w me but when she do its like im not even dere. u inv me and rhen trweat me badly. is meanie. and den after that day i tried hanging out w her or a few day later n then she really left me out n i just walk behind everyone and felt so alone and she din even say goodbye to me when i walked into my class so i felt so alone and left out and unwanted ): i wanted 2 cry ))): after dat day things habent felt the same and seein what she posts on her story makes me feel like it a slap in the face becos she always talking abt how she so stressed abt schoolwork but i see her hanging out w her friends every single day and den she complains abt it, n then complains abt people msging her n doesnt reply and it makes her sound rlly ungrateful ): ik she jusy very stressed bur if she is then she should let people know to take it easy on her but she dont n it really… urhhggg it make me ): angy. sad. bothered. annoyed. and its ok to feel day way cos its emorions and i am allowed to. *sigh* im jusy wish dings were diff cos i thought she were my rock doe for now i just distance :I

im gor driveb work n it was :IIIII,,, OH OMGGGG im went into winners and i found dese rlly cute stuffies n a playmat!! a lady looked ar me weird but im kiddo so is ok if i look at toys n placemats ):< even if i not kiddomo it still ok hmph )):<< but YA they were so cute uhggg im wants buy them so bad it was $40 OG but was going for $30 so only 10% off T^T hmph. dey were feel like pillows doe when i touch the playmat so now i reallllyyy want a playmat or a pink rug :0 for my room !!!!

so den i ate lunch n it was yummy 😋:3 but when i try deunk me water it had soap in it becaos im not priplery clean waterborfl yesterday!!!!! ): but fortunatel y im make myself custom order at starbuck n manage to get a deal ! im wanted fhe deagonfruit lemonade refresher but for a grande 470 ml it was 5.85, so im did custom lemonade w 2 pump raspberry, scoop of strawberry, dragonfruit infusiob and light ice in a venti 780 ml and got that for 5.35 so i got a deal for the same taste :DD 😋😁 i happy it mobile ordee roo soo im not have to spend time trying to tell ordwer cos im get anxious sometime ))): esp w starbuck. i am ok w ordering boba sometime bcos im know what i want but starbuck mot so mych ))):

work kinda made me sad ): im was on stock and the only ding i get as a gift for working at it for 4 ish month is a 75$ gift card dat would b like… abt 1-2 paycheck (basically one biweekly for a month) but i did internship for free for 4 month. ): i just wish i learnee more or had a more enjoyable experience because honestly my boss is very toxic and she completely didnt even inv me to the employee photo for an outfit op which make me feel excluded and alone, hearing them all pose and laugh outside on the sales floor while i worked on stock alone in the back ):

my rl mom told me that alone i stand out feom the crowd as a star and dont need people like them who seek external validation which sort of made me feel better but i just wish id feel not so alone even when in crowds ): im always feel like an alien or an outsider )):

im got home, pet my furbaby, n then fell asleepy when im not supposed to ): so i feel bad abt taking nap. im sleep for 3 hr wake up n is 8:30 . im did homework which was personal finance n was kinda hard so i couldnt get alot done :I my rl mom gav me food doe before bed n brought it up which was nice bc i was only thinkin of homeworks n not of dindin. so im ate bacon egg and some 🍜 😊😋 yum yum.

am was hesitant but im called my clwose friend cos recently him n i gots in situation dat really made me sad ): we had a heart-to-heart conversation dwoe and now have a better understanding and i am so relieved dat i checked on him bc i miss his voice n his lil laughs n stutters ))’: and he missed me too which made my heart warm ( ^ω^ ) am glad that im din cry too cos if i did then itd b difficults to speak but im was super super strong today !!! im still strong when im cry but today???? nah im was strong strong ! hehe

so ya im talk w him for like hour n den now i in bed. im gon fill out habit tracker, manifestation n shut my eye, dat p much da update diary. i am very very sad indivudal and im trying to get theough it befor i relapse relapse n dings go sour. i am jusr hoping that my stress will b taken away soon and dat i can finally have my wants and needs come to fruition. i love u diary. muwah muwah.

and im also want dino hoodie but cant find any one i likes :S hmmmph ):< but am will find one one day ! <3

╭┈─────── urs truly, ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ sweetheart xx

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Untitled Vampire AU (ot7) - Part 5

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Summary: Min Yoongi gets turned into a vampire and abandoned by his sire, but is adopted by the Kim coven.

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I decided to turn my one shot about maknae yoongi teething as a vampire into a full fic. Title subject to change. I just really have no idea what to name it right now.

Pairing: Established ot6, future ot7

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The six older vampires watched as Yoongi slept curled up into Seokjin’s side, in awe of how cute and small he was. They couldn’t wait to watch him grow up into a fully fledged vampire, thought it was going to be a long couple of years since they’d have to deal with the abandonment of his sire. 

When vampires were turned, they needed their sire not only to show them the ways of being a vampire and surviving in their new world, but also for emotional and physical comfort. Fledglings needed constant comfort and reassurance from their sire, depending on them for basically everything for the first few years while their body slowly made the change from human to vampire. 

When a fledgling was abandoned, they could be adopted by a new sire or coven, but they wouldn’t be able to provide the same comfort and help that their biological sire could. Unfortunately, this meant that abandoned fledglings went through periods of pain and/or depression during their transition period. 

The Kim coven had never adopted an abandoned fledgling before, but they’d had friends who had and had seen first hand what the baby had to go through some days. They weren’t looking forward to seeing their own baby in pain, but at least they could be prepared with lots of reassurances and cuddles.

“I called the Council earlier and let them know what happened,” Namjoon spoke softly, careful not to wake the baby. “They were not happy at all, which I expected. They said they would start looking for Yoongi’s sire, though that means one of them may have to come out here and talk with Yoongi for a bit.”

Seokjin subtly tugged Yoongi further into his side, not liking the thought of anyone outside the coven being around the baby just yet.

“I know you don’t want that to happen, hyung,” Namjoon said, giving a knowing look at the arm Seokjin had wrapped around Yoongi. Maybe he wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. “I hate the thought just as much as you, but if we want to catch his sire and make him pay for what he did, it’s a necessary evil.”

The others nodded along, eyes darkening at the mention of Yoongi’s sire.

“Once they catch him, I just need five minutes with him,” Jimin growled. Just thinking about the state Yoongi was in when Jimin found the baby made his blood boil. Whoever did that deserved to rot in hell for all eternity.

“You know how the Council works, Jimin, and they won’t let you do that,” Namjoon countered.

Jimin pouted in response, while Hoseok leaned over and pulled him under his arm.

“Calm down, baby,” Hoseok reassured. “He’ll get what he deserves.” 

A sudden whine caused the six to be on high alert, backs straightening and heads whipping toward the baby, whose face was scrunched up in pain.

“Baby? What’s the matter, honey?” Seokjin fussed, pulling Yoongi fully across his lap, scanning over his body to search for what might be causing the baby pain. 

“Tummy,” Yoongi whined, trying to curl further in on himself.

“Oh baby!” Seokjin cooed, reaching his hand to start rubbing Yoongi’s stomach. “Did you eat too much?”

Yoongi didn’t reply, only letting out a small sound that Seokjin would say sounded akin to a purr. The baby never opened his eyes, but Seokjin could see the moment he fell back asleep, his body relaxing again in the older vampire’s hold. Seokjin kept rubbing his hand over the baby’s stomach, not keen on him waking back up in pain.

“He did seem to eat a lot,” Hoseok said after a moment. “Newborns don’t usually drink that much during one feeding.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Jungkook asked. 

“He’s going to be just fine,” Seokjin reassured. “My guess is that he’s still recovering from being abandoned and his body is eating as much as he can while there’s food available. Even though we know he won’t be hurting for food anymore, his mind and body don’t necessarily know that. We’ll need to keep an eye on his food intake from now on to make sure we don’t give him any more tummy aches.”

The next few hours were spent in hushed talks amongst each other, discussing how things would need to change now with the baby, including more blood bags and blackout curtains all over the house. Yoongi stirred a few more times from his stomach ache, though never fully waking up. Seokjin kept the baby on his lap, rubbing his stomach any time the boy seemed to be in pain.

When Yoongi finally woke, all their conversations had died down, the other five scattered around the living room, some on their phones and some half watching TV. The second Yoongi started to stir, though, they were all at attention, waiting to see if it was his stomach ache or if he was truly waking up.

“Mmm,” Yoongi hummed, stretching his arms above his head and letting out a small yawn. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around the room to see all eyes on him.

“Hi, baby,” Seokjin spoke from above him, and that’s when Yoongi realized he was laying in the older vampire’s lap. He didn’t hate it. “Have a good nap?”

Yoongi just nodded, feeling more refreshed than he had since he’d been turned, but he still felt like he could sleep for another 10 hours.

“It’s almost time for your next feeding, but before we get to that, why don’t we take a look at those burns?” Seokjin asked. 

Yoongi was confused for a moment, but then he remembered the sun and hiding underneath a cardboard box to cover his skin. And then he remembered the excruciating pain it had caused. He never wanted to go through that again.

Yoongi lifted up his arms, turning them over to take stock of the burns that were left. They definitely looked worse than they felt, but they were still a little painful. He was surprised he hadn’t paid attention to them earlier, but he guessed it was because he was paying more attention to drinking as much blood as he could.

“They’ve started to heal on their own since we’ve gotten some food in you, but we’re just going to help them along a bit,” Seokjin spoke once Yoongi carefully set his arms back down in his lap.

“Here’s the first aid kit!” Taehyung jumped up, grabbing a box that had been sitting next to the couch. He then sat down on the coffee table in front of Seokjin and Yoongi and rummaged around in the box until he let out a quiet ah ha! and pulled out a small clear bottle.

Seokjin and Taehyung then took one arm each and carefully began to spread the aloe vera on the burns, the rest of the vampires looking on in sympathy, all having their fair share of sunburns as newborns, though never as bad as this.

“Alright, all done,” Seokjin said as he spread a bit more over the last burn, squeezing Yoongi’s hand before setting the baby’s arms back down in his lap. “Now, are you ready for another feeding?”

Yoongi didn’t think it’d been that long since he last ate, but when he started to think about it, he noticed the burning in his throat was back.

“Yes, please,” Yoongi replied, now craving the warm blood he had earlier. Seokjin was right; his instincts had taken over and it seemed like he’d gotten past the mental hurdle of knowing that he was drinking human blood.

“Such a polite baby!” Seokjin cooed. Before he could turn and ask one of the others to get up and grab a fresh blood-filled thermos, the other five vampires were all scrambling to get up to be the first to prepare the blood so he could be the one to hold the baby while he ate. Seokjin smiled, knowing that the baby would be so loved and well taken care of.

Jungkook was the lucky one who was the fastest and back in the living room with warm blood, letting out a small cheer.

“Come here, baby. Let hyung feed you,” Jungkook said, sitting down next to Seokjin, patting his lap for Yoongi to climb over.

A few seconds later, Yoongi was settled across Jungkook’s lap, looking up at the young vampire with pleading eyes to give him the thermos. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to bring the straw to Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi quickly latched on, bringing his own hands to grab onto Jungkook’s, which were wrapped around the thermos.

Yoongi was vaguely aware of the coos he heard from the other vampires, and any other time, his cheeks would have turned bright pink, but he was too focused on sucking the blood out of the thermos at record speed.

The second the straw started sucking in air, Namjoon replaced it with another one before Yoongi even had a chance to realize what was happening.

When he reached the bottom of this thermos though, nothing happened. Yoongi kept sucking to get the last few drops of blood, but nothing else was coming out and nobody was replacing his thermos. The burn in the back of his throat was pretty much gone at this point, but who knew when he’d get more food? He needed to eat now while he still could and while food seemed to be available. 

Images of huddling in the alley underneath cardboard boxes flashed through his mind. Yoongi shivered, never wanting to be in that much pain again. He let out a long whine, opening his eyes which he didn’t realize he’d closed. 

“Baby, you’ve had plenty to eat,” Seokjin spoke softly, leaning over to get Yoongi’s attention. “That was more than enough food for a newborn. We don’t want another tummy ache, do we?”

I’m going to starve! They’re not going to feed me again! I’m going to die!

Tears gathered in Yoongi’s eyes and quickly spilled over.

“Baby! It’s okay!” Jungkook tried to reassure, bouncing the fledgling in his lap to try and comfort him.

The tears fell faster down Yoongi’s cheeks now, small sobs making their way out of his mouth. 

“Jin! What do we do?” Jimin asked, almost in tears himself at seeing the baby crying.

“Go fill another thermos, but only halfway,” Seokjin whispered to the others, quiet enough that Yoongi couldn’t hear him over his own sobs. “Then we’ll try and get him to fall asleep while drinking.”

Jimin rushed to the kitchen and came back a minute later, thermos in hand.

“Here you go, baby,” Jimin hushed Yoongi’s cries, sticking the straw in the fledgling’s mouth, wiggling it around until he got the younger’s attention and his mouth closed around it and his cries died down.

Yoongi started suckling at a fast pace, calming down a bit, his breath still hitching every once in a while.

Jungkook started to rub Yoongi’s stomach and rock him slightly back and forth. It only took a few more seconds for Yoongi’s eyes to start to droop, the crying wearing him out. He tried to keep himself awake and sucking down more blood, but Jungkook was quick to comfort him.

“You can go to sleep, baby. We’ll still be right here when you wake up,” Jungkook whispered. He then started to hum a soft lullaby and a few more seconds later, Yoongi’s eyes closed completely, the straw falling out of his mouth.

“Well, that was an adventure,” Hoseok huffed, finally settling back down into one of the chairs now that Yoongi was calm and asleep, Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung following suit.

“It certainly was. I guess this is going to be harder than I thought,” Seokjin said, rubbing his hands over his face. “I never want to see tears in his eyes again. That was the most heartbreaking sight I’ve ever seen.” 

The others nodded in agreement.

Jungkook looked down at Yoongi’s peaceful face, lifting his hand to swipe away the remaining tears.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked after a moment of silence. 

The others hummed in acknowledgement. 

“I think I love him already.”

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Please let me know what you think!! And as always, if you have ideas/requests for future chapters, or theories of what might happen, I’d love to hear them! Also, if you have requests for a thread fic, let me know! I’ve started writing thread fics on twitter (@yoongismandu), so follow me over there to read them when I write them! I’ll post there first and a few days later post them on here and ao3. Thank you for reading!!!💜💜