#I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself 😔 I’m a mess

[floral-hex]

I think this is maybe the best compliment I’ve ever received.

Also, I was pretty much deaf for the last few days, so… take the good with the bad

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

If I’m offline for a little bit that is bc my dog is having some health issues

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi hana! congrats on 2k followers once again and if it’s not too much of a bother, i’d like to have a mikey fluff/crack “oblivious best friends” & “stuck together” scenario/hc (whichever works for you) where it was after school hours and everyone in toman is looking for mikey ☺️ i really hope this combination is something new skjdjsjss thank you in advance!! 💕

—manjiro [mikey] sano // oblivious best friends // stuck together

☆ ˎˊ˗ KATIEEE hiiii im sryyy i took sooooo long for this my disappearance from tumblr messed things up 😔 idk how i did on this tbh !! i hope youve been doing well !! and also ur idea was so cutee wahh i hope i did it justice !! xoxo

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“...mikey.” 

“yeah?” 

“how long are we gonna stay here?” the boy in front of you hummed, thinking for a moment as he swirled the lollipop in his mouth. 

“until they find us.” you sighed at him, leaning your head back against the wall. you could hear rapid footsteps in the hallway, people running around yelling mikey’s name, unaware of the fact that he was sitting in the classroom they just passed by. 

he hadn’t given you much explanation when he grabbed you and pulled you into the classroom, though you think you have a basic idea of what was going on; all you could say was, it was very mikey.

“so, what exactly is the point in hiding from everyone?” 

“it’s funny!” he grinned, crunching down on his lollipop. “but also ‘cause the doors in this classroom are broken; they only open from the outside, so i’ve been waiting for someone to come by and open them from the outside.”

“huh?! why’d you drag me in here then? wait, how did you even do that?” 

“i dunno, but i just saw you and it was boring here by myself.” he shrugged, not seeming to think it was a big deal. “aaand you’ve skipped out on the last couple of meetings, so i missed you.” he pouted, a childish look on his face. “where were you?!” 

“mikey, i told you weeks ago that i would be busy studying for exams…don’t you remember?” you sighed. “i even texted you before all the meetings that i wouldn’t be coming!” 

“whatever.” mikey said flippantly, the same pout still on his face. “you owe me snacks for not showing up.” 

“okay, okay, just stop making that face.” you said, pulling at mikey’s cheeks. “you’re making me look like a bad person.”

“oi, stahppp, it hurtsss!” he grumbled. you eventually relented, sighing as you looked around the classroom. 

“even being here with someone else is boring. can’t we just leave and go get food?” 

“but i’m testing them! they have to know how to find their leader!” mikey insisted, crossing his arms. 

“but you’re literally hiding from them on purpose. how are they supposed to find you?” 

“they can figure that out themselves!” 

“right…” you answered, giving up on trying to make him see reason. you really were hungry; you hadn’t eaten since you had that milk bread from lunch, which wasn’t a whole lot of food. “if you’re insisting on keeping us here, then you’re gonna pay for my meal after this.” 

“ken-chin will pay for it, but okay!” 

“no, you’re going to pay for it. i don’t care if you’re broke; you deserve to have no money for keeping me here.” 

“hey, that’s so mean!” 

“yeah, and you’re being mean right now by not letting us go so i can eat. i ought to just-” you stood up from where the two of you were sitting to avoid being seen, “-let them see me and then tell them where you are!” mikey’s eyes widened, motioning for you to sit back down, but you stood firm, not moving from your spot. 

“oi, sit down! they have to find me on their own!” 

“no! this is ridiculous! i’m hungry and i shouldn’t have to be kept at school any longer-agh!” while you were talking, mikey grabbed your hand, pulling you down with a surprising amount of strength, making you lose your balance and topple over. 

“urgh, what the hell-...” you suddenly cut off your words when you realized the position you were in. 

because mikey had been sitting right next to your standing form, you had fallen right on top of him, the space between your faces being very small as the two of you stared at each other. the space between your bodies was even less, and you swore that he could feel your quickening heartbeat from how close the two of you were, (you didn’t even want to think about how you could feel the warmth from his body right now). 

you knew that you should probably be clambering off of him right now and bonking him on the head for pulling you down so hard, but for some reason, your body was frozen, not knowing what to do. on the one hand, you knew you probably shouldn’t be staying here for so long, but on the other hand, you wanted him to do or say something, anything, to make you think that he wasn’t just an oblivious teenage boy, (how could he have not noticed your feelings this whole time?!)

“(y/n)...” he whispered, his breath fanning against your cheeks due to your close proximity. 

“y-yeah?” 

“can you get off? you’re kinda heavy.” at his words, you immediately scrambled off of him, your heart beating a million beats per minute, this time due to embarrassment. as soon as he got up, you slapped the back of his head, making him yell a loud ‘ow!’. 

“that’s what you get for pulling me so hard, asshole! i don’t get why you’re so adamant about staying here!” you yelled, feeling more shame and embarrassment than anger. you leaned your head back against the wall, wondering why you thought that anything would be different this time. 

it’s not normal for best friends to have feelings for each other, so why were you mad at him? 

this time, you felt the silence between the two of you to be unbearable, almost enough to make you scream with frustration. you didn’t though, instead choosing to just have your own internal monologue until you could make it out of the classroom. 

“(y/n)-chan? what’s wrong?” 

“nothing, i’m just tired as fuck. wake me up when we get found or whatever.” you murmured, laying down on the floor, not caring about the dust and first getting on your uniform. maybe if you laid down like this, the earth would swallow you up and save you from this embarrassment. 

you weren’t sure how much time passed like that, though you were sure that the silence filled the room for quite a while, only being interrupted by draken and takemichi’s yells in the hallway. suddenly, you heard some shuffling, wondering if maybe mikey was going to give up and let the two of you finally be found. 

you’d already gone too long pretending to be asleep, so even though you wanted to see what mikey was doing, you didn’t make a peep even when you could feel him getting closer to you. 

what is he doing? 

your question was answered just a moment later when you felt his hand on your cheek, brushing some of your hair out of your face, (you were hoping that your cheeks weren’t getting flushed right about now). 

“hm, i was able to hold back this time, but you really test me sometimes, (y/n).” after that, you felt his hand pull away, leaving you in much more confusion than before. what in the world was he talking about? 

a few minutes later, you heard him opening the window to the classroom, yelling for draken. when he arrived, he started chewing mikey out for disappearing for so long, which was when you decided to ‘wake up’. 

“hmm, you finally decided to give up that little stunt, mikey?” you asked, standing up and rubbing your eyes to make it seem like you were actually sleeping. “took you long enough.” 

“it got more boring sitting there since you fell asleep.” mikey answered, shrugging his shoulders. he kept the same lighthearted expression on his face as he started to get another earful from draken.

“you did this on purpose?! we’ve got stuff to do!!” he yelled, his face twisted in frustration. “it’s been a whole goddamn hour!!” 

“sorry, sorry.” 

you walked away from the two over to the door, trying to open it just to see. much to your surprise, it opened up, not showing any sign of the locked issue that mikey had claimed it’d had earlier. 

when you looked over at him, all he did was shrug, a smug smirk on his face. 

“you little shit! it was open this whole time?! i’m gonna actually kill you this time!!” you yelled, running at mikey. he swiftly dodged you and went out the door behind you, running into the hallway to get away from you. 

“catch me if you can!!” you heard him tease in the distance, fueling your anger even more. 

“when i catch you, it’s so over for you!!” you shouted, sprinting out of the classroom after him. 

as you chased him, he looked back at you, laughing and saying something that you couldn’t catch. despite the fact that you were acting so mad at him right now, you couldn’t help but admire how the light from the sunset reflected off of his skin, highlighting his playful smile and blonde locks bouncing in the air. 

you supposed that this was fine, for now. 

(mikey ended up paying for your entire meal out of his own pocket, leaving him with 200 yen to his name).

[reverie-starlight]

jk I watched one of my favourite keigo edits on insta and I got inspired. happy birthday 2 me 🫶🏻 (the main fic I was working on is still coming, but idk when exactly 🥹)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions. pure birthday fluff with tiny little minuscule amounts of angst sprinkled in bc. well. it’s a birthday. I’m sick for my 20th, so reader is too 😔

you wake up to the sound of squeaky bedroom door hinges and a quiet but still enthusiastic rendition of happy birthday.

barely awake but just alert enough to realize what’s going on, you smile and turn over on your side to face keigo. he walks in slowly with a large bag around his wrist and a cupcake with slightly squished frosting in his palms.

he sits on his designated side of the bed (the one closer to the door since he insists on being your hero at all hours of the day) and waits for you to sit up against the headboard before sticking a candle into the dessert and lighting it for you.

“make a wish, baby,” he says. with how dark the room still is in the early morning, his face is lit up from the soft glow of the flame. warmth settles in your stomach as you watch the flickering reflection in his eyes and you can only think of one thing worth wishing for.

please let this last forever. don’t let me mess it up.

you blow out the candle and he cheers, moving to sit right next to you against the headboard. you lean your head on his shoulder and he happily feeds you pieces of cupcake, feathers working overtime trying to catch all of the crumbs before they reach the bed.

when you finish chewing a piece, he says, “how are you feeling?”

you shrug. “okay today, I think. better than yesterday, for sure- I feel like I can breathe again.”

you don’t miss how he winces at your voice, definitely less congested than the last few days, but sounding even more rough from lack of use overnight. you try to clear your throat, but it turns into a coughing fit. “drink some water, angel, don’t strain yourself.”

the stream of water soothes the itch and you sigh in relief. keigo, not phased one bit by your sickness, kisses your cheek, your nose, and then your lips. “I’m sorry you’re sick on your birthday, sweet girl.”

you shrug and try to play off how his nicknames are affecting you so early in the morning. “it’s okay, keigo, it could be a lot worse. a cold on my birthday isn’t the end of the world.”

his eyes soften. “yeah, but I know you were feeling more hopeful about things this year… it’s not often you get like that about your birthday, so I just wish the universe was on the same wavelength as us about that.”

you look down at your lap and pick at a loose string on the comforter. he must see your lips wobbling, because he slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

it’s quiet for a second, but soon enough you’re sniffling in his arms and he knows it’s not your cold acting up.

“it’s okay, sweetheart, let it out.”

he understands birthdays are hard for you. he’s never pried into it, but he has his suspicions.

he could push, but he knows that your issues with your own birthday are far too deep-rooted to unpack in one morning before work. he’ll save it for a later date. right now all he wants is to see you smile again, so he’ll have to distract you from your thoughts.

“baby, you deserve the whole world. you know that, right?”

you shake your head. “I don’t, though. I don’t do anything deserving of what I’ve gotten so far… I don’t work hard enough, I don’t always make the best decisions for myself, I guess I’m a good person, but I could do so much better… I’m just so average. I barely even deserve-“

you end your rant with a half-hearted gesture in no particular direction, but he gets the idea and he frowns in concern.

“me? you don’t think you deserve…me?”

guilt keeps you from meeting his gaze again and he sighs.

his angel, his baby, the love of his life. the one. he just wants to take it all away.

you take things to heart too easily sometimes, so this moment might just be things you’ve let bubble up more recently… but his instinct and familiarity both tell him that these aren’t new feelings.

“sweet girl, I think it’s the other way around. I don’t think I’m very deserving of someone as incredible as you.”

you blink and finally meet his eyes again. “but…”

he doesn’t let you continue. “I would give you anything you asked for just for existing, baby. you don’t have to do a damn thing for my love.”

reaching over to grab the bag he had around his wrist earlier, he presents it to you with a wide grin and an excited glint in his eyes. “but I’ll start with this.”

you take the bag and pull out what looks like a scrapbook. the cover is decorated with foam stickers that spell out both of your names and badly cut paper hearts that look to be taken from sparkly card-stock. the book itself is made from faux-leather in your favourite colour.

your eyes travel up from the photo album to keigo, curiously. he’s happy to see a small smile forming on your face and he wipes away the last of your tears with a feather. “keigo, did you-“

he chuckles a little nervously. “I know it’s not the best work you’ve ever seen, but I wanted to make something by hand for you. I, um, I’ve never really done arts and crafts before.”

he recognizes the sound that comes out of your mouth to be the same one you make when you see a stray animal. he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or not, but the smile on your face as you examine each page (twenty pages total, all hand decorated with printed pictures of you both documenting significant moments over the course of your relationship) makes him think the latter.

“I have other gifts for you, of course, but I know you’ve been talking about having a physical photo album instead of a digital one for a while now, so I thought I’d try it. If you don’t like it, that’s totally okay we can-“

you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “keigo, shut up, this is the sweetest gift I’ve ever received. there are songs associated with every picture. you’re literally so cute, where did you even get the idea for that?”

he laughs against your lips when you say that and shakes his head. “you’re joking, right? you always have a song for every occasion, how could I pass up on the opportunity?”

you press your lips against his again and he melts into it, relived that you like his first (of many) gift.

he watches you flip through it a couple more times with a smile before taking it and placing it on the nightstand. “alright, birthday girl, you can go back to sleep if you’d like.”

“you’re going to work?” you try to keep the disappointment out of your voice, but he hears it anyway and he’s so happy he planned for this.

“nope! I’m all yours today. I booked it off months ago, I just want you to rest up a bit more. you’re still sick, remember?”

he snickers when your hopeful smile drops at the mention of your cold. “ugh don’t remind me. but if I’m going back to sleep, you’re coming with me. you don’t have an excuse anymore and it’s my birthday, so I have some sway.”

“you always have sway, baby,” he says while getting under the covers with you.

“yeah, but I’m extra convincing today,” you argue, and he knows if he doesn’t curb the conversation right now, you’ll never fall back asleep.

“alright, alright, come here. just rest,” he tugs you down to lay on his chest and reaches under your shirt to caress your back.

“hey keigo?” you ask after a minute, voice once again riddled with sleep.

“mhm?”

“when you eventually get sick and I have to take care of you, can we add to the scrapbook some more?”

it’s a given that you would continue it together, but he doesn’t say that because he knows you’re too tired for the realization to hit you yet. so instead he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “of course, angel. that sounds great.”

you’re lulled to sleep a few minutes later to the sound of his voice whispering the sweetest of sweet nothings.

“happy birthday, baby.”

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okay this is unedited bc it’s not even 7 am while I’m typing this and I don’t have time later to change anything, so I’M SORRY 😭

the other bday fic is coming I swear 🥹

[taehyuncult]

Idk if i’ve been tweaking out lately but imagine punishing jaehyun (or any of the hyung line) with cockwarming. 😔😔😔 love your works btw!!

you’re SO real tho and thank you so much!! makes my heart sparkle <3

18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.

ok but like why would you ever want to punish sweet myungjae though :( he’s the best boy!! if i’m being completely honest i wanted to write abt him with a mommy kink for this ask but i restrained myself..

anyways, i could see a situation where he gets so needy that it literally frustrates you because it’s so hard not to be distracted by him. you could be busy with something and he would be sending you all these filthy messages. he talks big game over text but when you’re in person, he’s all shy and blushy. he would say things like “i need you, you’re so beautiful it drives me crazy.” “need to fuck you so bad it hurts” like my guy calm down!! you’d text him telling him you’ll take care of him as soon as you get home, and he literally just gets worse because you gave him a bit of attention. he keeps sending you messages and if you ignore him it gets EVEN worse. he hits a point where he would send you a video of him. you would have to go to the bathroom because you absolutely do not trust him, and you were right to do so. the video is of him in front of a mirror stroking his pretty cock, moaning all pretty just for you. it was vile, filthy, nasty, and so perfect you couldn’t get the image out of your head.

when you finally get home, you yell out his full name and he doesn’t come to you. instead, you have to find him, and he’s in your shared bed just lying there with this fake look of innocence. “hi baby, have a good day?” he’d say with a smirk as if he didn’t send you messages telling you how desperately he needed you. “sit at my desk.” you ordered him, and he couldn’t even be bratty. he nodded his head and did exactly what you told him as his tough confident act was diminished. you pulled down your bottoms, then immediately straddled his lap, pulling a gasp from his throat at the sight of you bare already. “i’m going to do some work. you’re going to sit here like a good fucking boy and you better not move.” you ordered him as you pulled down his bottoms, freeing his already hard cock. “what?” “you heard me. you’ve been a bad boy and only good boys get to cum.” “n-no! i just needed you! it’s not even that big of a deal!” he’d plead out, making you smirk. “well, then if it’s not that big of a deal then you can wait while i finish something up.” you knew that wasn’t what he meant, but you wanted to mess with him. you slowly sank down on his cock, taking it a bit slow for yourself and to mess with him. “don’t move.” you said as you turned to your computer, working on whatever. he would be an absolute mess. he would throw his head back against the chair in frustration as his cock is already sensitive, and he knows if he does anything he’ll be in so much trouble. let’s just say this serves as a really good lesson to not mess with you when you’re busy. of course though, he doesn’t learn and is already plotting.

[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[arminaneka]

Tired

Content: You were pregnant with your 3rd child for ran, it has been an emotional roller coaster lately days of Ran not coming home and you having restless days and nights.

Proof read 1 time (sorry for any mistakes) 😔

Fluff with a little big of angst and smut (not really smut)

It was around 2:35 am when you jumped up out of your sleep because you heard your youngest daughter Rendi crying. You looked over to the left side of the bed to see that Ran wasn’t there so you got up and made your way to Rendi’s room. As you entered the room and picked her up she stopped crying, you went into the living room and placed her in her crib while you went to the kitchen and put on the hot water to make her a bottle.

Yesterday was so exhausting for you, you barely got any rest because you were busy giving all your attention to both your kids and Ran promised that he was gonna be home early and it’s the next day and he isn’t even here to help you. What makes it even worse is that you’re pregnant with HIS 3rd child and he’s hasn’t been doing anything to help you. You were so glad that your oldest Ramie wasn’t awake because if she was awake you wouldn’t be going back to bed rn.

As you were boring the hot water in her cup the cup slipped and the hot water spilled on your feet cause you to curse.

“Fuck, why is this happening to me rn” you cried out. At this point you were on the verge of crying you haven’t gotten barely any rest between the last 24 hours. You wiped up the mess, made her bottle and put her bottle in some cold ice water so that it can get warm. When the water was cooling you heard the front door open and you didn’t bother to look who it was be you knew who it was.

Ran walked right next to you and you instantly smelled alcohol on him. You pushed him away and told him to go shower but he still sat down right next to you. “Hi doll” he said while looking at you smiling. You mumbled a quick “hi” and ran knew that you were upset at something, so he decided to ask you what was wrong. And you didn’t want to sugar quote anything so you told him as is. “Ran I’m honestly so tired of you coming home late at night and some days you don’t even come home, then I’m left with not just my kids but also yours and that’s so much stress because I barely get any sleep” you said all in one breath. Ran looked at you for a moment before he got up and went into your shared room, not long after you heard the shower running and you sighing

You started to feel guilty about what you said to Ran because you know the type of job that he has and you knew if he could have helped out he could have. But the thing was that he never called nor text you to say that he was coming him. In your own thoughts you didn’t even realize that He came back out into the living room looking sexy as ever but you weren’t gonna tell him cause you were still upset. “Alright. So I’m not working tomorrow” he said while taking up Rendi and manspreading in the couch. “I’m sorry doll” you heard him say. You turn to look at him only to see him looking at you, you sat there silently not knowing what to say.

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me right now but I’m trying, ok?. If you want me to explain why I wasn’t home I ca-” you cut him off before he could finish. “Ran you know I don’t ask for much, all I ask for you to tell me if you’re coming home or not so I can prepare myself but all I get is nothing” “I know I know and I’m trying, I really am” he said in a an regretful tone. You really didn’t want to go back and forth with him so you just decided to let it go and forgive him… “Alright, give me her. You have food in the microwave if you’re hungry.” You said taking her from him and walking into her room putting her to bed. Walking back out into the living room you saw Ran still sitting into the same spot as you left him “aren’t you hungry” you asked getting the food out of the microwave and handing it to him. “I’m hungry but not for food” he said while giving you a smirk…

Before you could respond the food was placed on the counter and his lips were smashed onto yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back because you missed his touch, how he tasted and you missed many more things. You parted yourself from to kiss to catch your breath, you look up at him to see him smiling waiting for you to respond. “You have to be gentle tho” you said to him. “I’ll try but no promises” he say picking you up and walking into the bedroom closing the door.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 08 - Yuja]

Warnings: Smut, they are going down sweet memory lane together :(, switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, so much kissing, body worshipping, she’s a lil shy and he is so reassuring, slight overstimulation at the end, many cuddles :(, Yoongi once again being the only one

Wordcount: 12k

a/n: i will break into pieces 😔 i wanna keep living in this world forever :( gosh, this yoongi did it to me so well. he is such a cutie patootie :( thank you to everyone who went on this journey with me, i love you 💜

“What are you doing here?”

You turn.

Yoongi is in a fluffy onesie and with his hair ruffled from sleep. His eyes are puffy, barely staying open.

“I’m just a dream you’re asleep”, you say, feeling your heart begin to race.

“I know I’m not”, he says, holding back a laugh.

“Crap”, you murmur. Okay here we go. You came here to talk, so let’s talk. You take a deep breath before finally making the first move, “I came here to talk.”

Yoongi studies your face, gnawing on his lower lip.

“What I did early today was such a mess and now I’m panicking because I don’t want you to think I was telling you off or something. I’m just a mess and nervous and panicking and a mess. In conclusion I’m a mess.”

Yoongi scoffs in amusement.

“Do you want to come inside? It’s so cold”, he offers.

“Oh yeah, thank god you offered. I was freezing my butt off outside.”

“Yeah sorry, I was kinda asleep when you rang my doorbell, so it took me a while to get up.”

“I figured. Crap, sorry Yoongi. I should have waited until tomorrow or something.”

“No, it’s fine. It wasn’t a good sleep either way.”

You follow him through his cottage to his living room. It was warmer than the rest of the house. There was a pillow and blanket on the couch and in the fireplace coal was still glowing. Yoongi begins cleaning off the sofa from his sleep stuff, carrying it to a chair instead.

“Sorry, I’m sleeping by the fireplace for now because the heaters upstairs broke last night and my bedroom is literal Antarctica”, he explains, turning around. He has his arms wrapped around his own torso, shivering even in the warm room. Not even those fluffy socks he is wearing seem to keep him warm.

“You’re still cold aren’t you?”

He nods his head, “my body needs too long to feel warm after waking up”, he explains with his teeth clattering, “do you mind if I wrap myself up in my blanket?”

“No sure, go ahead. I’ll just sit down here”, you say and blop down on his comfortable sofa. It is still warm from his body, the sensation is seeping through your pyjama pants.

Yoongi claims the spot next to you, making sure to keep at least one pillow of distance between you and him. He has his legs pulled up to his chest and the blanket all the way to his ears.

“So uhm, you wanted to talk to me?” he begins, staring at you with nervous eyes.

“Yes uhm”, you nod your head, “why did we break up?”

He blinks quickly before letting out a breathy laugh.

“You said no easy entrance into this conversation for me.”

“Yeah I know…but I don’t know, it’s the thing which is driving me crazy the most.”

Yoongi stays silent for a while, gnawing on his lower lip with knitted brows. He gives in with a sigh.

“I wasn’t a good husband to you.”

“Huh?”

“I spent too much time in the studio, ignored your texts asking me if I would come home for dinner just so I can finish this one song and then when we did spend time together all I could think about was my work and how I needed to finish this or that.”

“You serious?”

“Of course I am. You think I’m going to lie to you and make myself look bad on purpose?”

“Yeah okay, that does sound like a dumb move. Sorry uhm”, you turn to him, “so we broke up because you were a workaholic basically?”

“Yeah well basically”, he lowers his eyes, “except that I was literally addicted to work. It became so bad that I couldn’t even get hard in the bedroom, which made you feel really ugly and as if I didn’t want you anymore, which wasn’t true at all. In reality, my mind was running on nothing but work, it took up all of me. I didn’t care about anything other than my clients and my music and one day you just had enough.”

Your eyes meet.

“You left me, packed all your things and left. And the worst part? All I thought of at that moment was that I can’t wait to work this heartbreak into a song.”

“Okay damn, I didn’t expect that.”

He laughs painfully.

“That was four years ago. I looked for help after I literally passed out and woke up in a hospital bed after my burnout. I got therapy for my addiction and slowly gained back control over my own life.”

He stops talking to look at you with glassy eyes.

“I’m so sorry ___. That’s all I wanted to tell you for the past four years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a shitty husband to you. I was so awful and selfish and I will always regret it. I-“, he forces down a sob, clearing his throat and squeezing his eyes shut, “I never got the chance to tell you because before I could get to you and talk to you, you were in the car accident.”

You feel a cold shiver runs down your spine just at the mention it.

“Did you try to visit me in the hospital?” you ask, waiting for his answer with bated breath.

“Of course I did. I spent every single visiting hour with you. I talked to you a lot, watched your favourite cartoons with you and made sure you were always looking your best because that was always important to you.”

You laugh with tears in your voice.

“It was you? You were the one who put on my cartoons?”

He nods his head, looking at his knees.

“Yoongi, I-“, you stop talking to inhale shakily. You scoot closer, “Yoongi, I don’t know what to say. You made the loneliness easier. Holy cow, do you even know how important you were?”

Yoongi shakes his head and lowers his eyes even more.

“I was looking for you everywhere. You were the only thing keeping me from giving up because you gave me comfort. Yoongi I”, you force down a sob, “thank you so much.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles painfully.

"Seriously thank you so much, I owe you my life", you say in a shaky voice. 

He sniffles, rubbing at his button nose and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“You know", he begins with his voice slightly pitched in emotion, "I was really hoping that you would wake up soon and that I could talk to you and make everything right but then-“, his voice becomes quieter as he speaks the next words, “-the doctors called me, told me that you woke up, but that you can’t remember a thing.”

You sit back on your heels, feeling your heart fall in heaviness. He wipes at his eyes.

“I visited you one last time, thinking that seven years together must be enough memories to trigger something. It wasn’t enough, you looked at me as if I was a stranger and the worst part was the fact that I truly was a stranger to you. I was gone, erased, like I never existed. So I stayed a stranger for your sake. I didn’t want to rip open old wounds by telling you how shitty I was to you.”

You feel your stomach sink.

“And you never tried again? To see me, I mean.”

“Once after that. A few months into your rehab I visited the hospital. Not because of you, no I was there to get my shoulder checked out because I was having pain in it for a decade at that point.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, a truck hit me when I was a teenager. When we were married you always rubbed pain medicine on it on my bad days”, he says and gives you a smile.

You retort it.

“But the point is, I visited the hospital to get my shoulder checked out for my surgery and then I saw you sitting on a bench and I gave in to my own selfishness and walked up to you. Maybe something has changed now that you are better again. So I thought.”

“But it didn’t.”

“No it didn’t”, he lowers his eyes, “you looked at me in confusion and asked me if you know me. I told you that you didn’t and that I had mistaken you for someone else. I went home crying that day because I had all the proof I needed to know that I was actually gone from your mind.”

He sniffles, burying his nose in his blanket to wipe away his tears sneakily.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to cry. I didn’t, didn’t tell anyone a-about this ever. It’s so much.”

“No it’s fine”, you assure him with a painful lump in your throat, “I’m sorry that I didn’t recognize you. That must have been the most painful thing you ever had to feel.”

“Yeah, it was”, he whispers squeakily, forcing his eyes shut to gain back his control.

You reach out and wipe his tears away. Yoongi is frozen, forgetting to cry for your touch had left him too shocked. 

"I'm really sorry Yoongi", you whisper and Yoongi watches a single tear roll down your cheek. 

"It's not your fault", he breathes, reaching for your wrist to touch it softly, "please don’t blame yourself." 

"I just feel so awful. All those years I thought that nobody cared enough for me to visit, while in reality I always had you by my side and, and I couldn’t even thank you for it."

"I'm sorry, I told the doctors and nurses not to tell you of my visits. I just…didn’t want you to be scared of a stranger sitting by your bed claiming to be your ex husband. I didn’t want to creep you out. They agreed, said that it was in your best interest not to overwhelm you with too much information." 

"I understand, I just…I'm so sad that I couldn’t thank you sooner", you say and intertwine your fingers with him, "thank you, Yoongi. Thank you for being there for me."

Yoongi squeezes your hand, caressing your knuckles with this thumb. It is slightly calloused from renovations, but the touch is gentle nonetheless. 

"I'm just happy that I could help. That’s all I wanted. To be there for you."

One gaze at his lips, one second of the unbearable desire to kiss him and you already put distance between you and him again in nervousness.

“So uhm, what changed your mind? Why did you decide to become my neighbour?” you ask.

“I didn’t”, he says, “I really didn’t. I decided to move to the countryside because life in the city suffocated me. You know, I had too many failed relationships after you, work felt like it was trying to gain back control again and honestly, my apartment sucked too. So I looked for a new place, something with as few stress factors as possible.”

“And the Old House was the best purchase for that?” you ask with slight confusion in your voice.

“Yes. Building something with my hands is the best kind of therapy I can give myself.”

You smile. That sounds so much like Yoongi. Always busy with fixing something. Of course he would find relaxation in it.

“So why my village? Did you know I was living here?”

He shakes his head, “I had no idea. I was so surprised when I saw you on my doorstep that night you caused the short.”

“Urgh don’t remind me.”

He chuckles shyly.

“Sorry, do continue. So you didn’t know I was living here, but you decided to seek my contact?”

“I must admit that yes I did. When I realised that you still didn’t recognize me, I felt sad at first, but then I got the brilliant idea that maybe this could be my chance at a second try. You didn’t know me, you didn’t know how shitty of a husband I was in the past. I could try again, show you the real Min Yoongi without work clouding his mind.”

“Mhm I understand your point. It must have felt like the universe was giving you a chance to make everything right again.”

“It did, it really did. And I’m sorry for the way I handled it. I thought it would be better if I gained your trust first before I tell you that I was your husband in your past life. You must believe me, I never would have let it come to the point of us becoming physical with each other. I don’t know if this makes it any better, but really I never wanted to take advantage of you. I just- fuck.”

He scoots closer to you.

“I’ve fallen in love with you again. The new life you, the real you. Not the bank manager, city girl you of our past, which by the way, still a great catch.”

You laugh.

“But I fell in love with the tea shop owner you of the now. You are just so lovely and sweet and made me feel so welcome when I was a shy mess with everyone and you see so much wonder in the small things and I just- “, he exhales shakily, ”-fell in love with you. And the stronger my feelings for you became, the more I doubted my own promise of telling you about our past. I thought that I didn’t really have to tell you about our past because we were so happy and you didn’t know my past me, you didn’t know about us, you were just a sweet tea shop owner falling in love with a weird city guy.”

“So when I tried to kiss you that night.”

“I knew that it was then or never. I knew that it would be really freaking weird if I pulled back again, especially after the nice evening we had and me basically telling you that I feel the same for you. I knew I couldn’t excuse all that pulling away with my nervousness anymore. Shit ___, I wanted to kiss you so bad that night, but the voice in my head told me to stop being selfish and instead be honest with you. So I was and told you everything and I’m sorry for not being honest with you from the beginning. I really am.”

He finishes by exhaling loudly, sinking in on himself as if finally speaking all those words out loud lifted a million pounds from his shoulders.

“Well damn, that was a hell lot of stuff to take in”, you say and exhale loudly.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know just…give me a quick moment to digest all of this.”

“Yes of course, sure. Take your time.”

He waits for you in silence, fumbling with his own thumbs under the blanket and sneaking glances at you every so often. He is literally dizzy in nervousness. He is so scared of how you might react, already picturing the worst scenarios in his worried, little head.

“So we were married for seven years?” you begin.

“No five, we dated for two before that.”

“And I broke up with you because work was more important to you than our relationship?”

“Yes and I’m sorry that it was.”

“And you visited me when I was in a coma and tried to make me remember you?”

“Yes, I’m sorry if that was creepy.”

“And then you decided to give up the city life and move to the countryside instead, but you didn’t know that you would meet me there?”

“Yes.”

“That’s some fate shit isn’t it?”

“…yes?” he murmurs shyly and with his eyes focused on his floor. It’s cute, it makes you smile.

“And then you decided to build a healthier relationship with me and to do us over?”

“Basically, yes. I know I should have been honest from the beginning and I’m sorry.”

“No honestly? I did some thinking and maybe I’ll sound like a completely crazy person, but I’m kind of glad that you didn’t tell me.”

“Really?” he sounds surprised.

“Yes, again I’m basically crazy at this point, but I think I would have straight up called the police on you if you rang my doorbell and pressed the wedding invitation into my face to tell me that we were married. I definitely would not have wanted to hang out with you, that much is sure.”

“So…me being a coward actually…helped?”

You laugh.

“I think so?” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“Okay…uhm…damn?”

You look at each other. You are the first one to laugh to get rid of the nervous tension. Yoongi joins in a second later to get rid of the pressure on his chest.

Your laughter only lasts a second and then you grow silent, gazing at each other with nervousness in your eyes.

“So what is going to happen to us now? I completely understand if you don’t want to see me anymore”, Yoongi says.

“I don’t know, urgh”, you groan, throwing your head back, “I’m literally so weird because I kind of want to keep seeing you”, you say and groan, “does this make me a total idiot?”

Yoongi smiles and shakes his head.

“Okay good”, you pause to scratch the back of your neck, “do you – uhm – do you have more pictures of us? And can you tell me something about my past? I honestly wanted someone to tell me about my life before the accident for years.”

“Of course I’ll tell you, holy shit ___. I have a photo album, I-I’ll just get it real quick.”

You have never seen a man run faster as Yoongi does at this moment. You couldn’t even really take a deep breath to calm yourself down and he was already on the couch with you again, bundled up in his blanket and with the photo album on his lap.

“Here”, he hands it to you.

“Thanks”, you accept it, opening it on the first page.

Your wedding picture. You in a white dress and Yoongi in a black suit. His hair matches with the suit colour and his cheeks aren’t as round as they are these days. Your cheeks seem rounder, perhaps it was also the way you had your hair back then. You and him were posing for the picture, looking so incredibly happy. 

“That’s us, damn.”

“Mhm-hm yes.”

Yoongi lets you look at the picture in silence, studying your features with bated breath. You seem so interested. Especially in the one picture of you and him kissing after saying your vows.

“Damn that’s so weird. We had a whole wedding and I can’t remember it.”

“It was a really nice day.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot. It was a spring wedding because you always loved spring.”

“At least that didn’t change. Spring is the best season. Especially with all the trees blossoming.”

Yoongi smiles, eyes softening.

“You told me that on our second date.”

“I did?” you gasp and look at the next picture, one of you and Yoongi dancing your first dance together, “I did…” you whisper, dragging your thumb over your smiling face in the photograph, “I was really happy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you were so beautiful.”

You chuckle, “that’s not what I asked.”

“Yes, you were happy too.”

You sneak a glance at him, feeling yourself burn up under his fond gaze. You flip the page, letting your eyes run over the many pictures of your wedding celebration.

“Anyone you recognize?” he asks.

“No, not really.”

“Do you want to know?”

“Are they the same people who never visited me in the hospital?”

“Most of them.”

You look at their unknown faces.

“Then no, I don’t want to know”, you say and flip the page.

A new location. You and Yoongi in the grubbiest of your clothes and with moving boxes surrounding you. One picture shows Yoongi trying to build a rocking chair. Another picture shows you bend over the bathtub as you look into the camera with your shirt soaked in water.

“That’s from our moving day. When we finally moved in together. The faucet in the bathtub broke and you tried to fix it.”

“And you took a picture instead of helping me?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and laughs boyishly.

“Wow, so mean”, you murmur, giggling afterwards.

You flip the page. More pictures of your moving day. Yoongi fixing the fridge. You installing a wall lamp. The both of you posing for the self timer with tools in your hands as you both pull a silly face.

You flip the page with a smile.

“Aww that’s cute.”

One single picture next to some text. The picture is of you and Yoongi kissing on the sofa, you are sitting on Yoongi’s lap and he has his arms around you. The text lets you know how your moving day went and that Yoongi was a complete meanie as he didn’t help with the faucet but then he fixed the fridge and he was your favourite person again.

“Did I write that?”

“You did. You loved writing a few words between pictures. I did the doodles.”

“They’re so cute. I like the little hammer you drew.”

“Thank you”, he says with his heart melting in his chest.

You flip the page again. You and Yoongi doing all sorts of domestic stuff with each other. Cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, painting.

“Oh? We painted together?”

“In the beginning we did, yeah”, he says and sighs, “I’m sorry I didn’t find time for it anymore later.”

“Hey, no worries. I can’t remember it anyways”, you joke, sending him a reassuring smile before flipping the pages.

More pictures of you and Yoongi doing domestic stuff together. Going grocery shopping together, painting some more, doing face masks together.

“You look like the tinman of Oz”, you laugh.

“You literally said the same thing when we did those masks.”

“I did?” you gasp, “gosh, I’m repeating myself so it seems.”

Yoongi hums and smiles, resting his head on the backrest of the couch as he hugs a bundle of his blanket to his chest. He thinks you are so cute right now.

You flip the pages again.

“Aaaaaw oh my god, look at how small Holly was”, you exclaim in a high-pitched voice.

Yoongi’s head snaps up. You have reached his favourite page.

“Right?” Yoongi scoots closer to you, “we got him as a puppy. Look”, he points at a picture, “that was on the day we got him. He was so small that he could fit into my palm. Isn’t he so cute?”

“Yeah he’s so adorable. Gosh, look how small he looks in your hand, aaawww.”

You flip the pages. More pictures of you and him with Holly. One picture of him sleeping on Yoongi’s stomach and the words “asleep on dad’s stomach” scribbled next to it. One picture of him sleeping on your chest with the words “asleep on mom’s chest” scribbled next to it. Then one of Yoongi cooing at him as they both are sitting on grass. And another of you lifting him up in the air and smiling at him.

“No wonder he greeted me the way he did. He must have missed me so much", you say.

Yoongi looks at your side profile.

“He did. In the first few months of not having you with us anymore he could only fall asleep on one of your shirts.”

You pout.

“Nooo that’s so sad. Poor Holly.”

“But he has you back now and he seems happier.”

“He does?”

You turn, just your head, and come face to face with his soft gaze. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting to your lips. You didn’t miss it, feeling lighter in your chest at the sight.

“Yeah he’s happier”, Yoongi whispers and looks away as if he had realised what he was doing.

“I’m glad he is”, you breathe, averting your gaze back to the book.

You flip the pages to even more Holly pictures. It makes you giggle.

“I have another photo album and it is filled with even more Holly pictures. You can skip the next ten pages if you want.”

“Hell no, I want to look at all of them.”

And so you look at every single picture on the next ten pages, asking Yoongi every now and then for a few behind the scenes facts. He happily tells you every story and trivia he can remember. For example, that you and Holly always had this silly race in the park, which ended up with both of you too exhausted to walk back home, which ended in Yoongi having to carry Holly and supporting you with a strong arm around your waist. Or that Yoongi was way too overprotective in the beginning and that you had to basically drag him away from Holly because he always wanted to stay by his side. Also that he regularly claimed the entire bed while you and Yoongi had to sleep in one tiny corner. 

Then the pages change. Holly was still in some pictures, but not all of them.

“We went camping?”

“We did. You loved it. I would have preferred an actual bed, but you insisted that we sleep in a tent and watch the stars.”

“Ah god that sounds like me”, you cringe and chuckle as you point at a picture of Yoongi with his hair in a complete mess. He had auburn hair back then, it suits him.

“That was when you woke me up with coffee and then surprised me by taking a picture. I hate that photo.”

“No, it's cute. I especially love the drool on your cheek.”

“Hey”, he whines and nudges your arm.

You turn your head and laugh. Yoongi seems flabbergasted, keeping his hand rested on your elbow as he once again gazes at your lips. His fingers are moving just the slightest bit, as if he wanted to caress you secretly. You laugh softly and smile, nudging him with your arm.

“Uhm”, Yoongi clears his throat, “sorry”, he says and pulls his hand away.

“It’s alright”, you assure him and flip the pages. More camping pictures. Oh you look so happy.

You sigh and knit your brows.

“We were really happy, weren’t we?”

“At that time we still were, yes.”

“Did we go on many camping trips?”

“Yes, even in our last year together. But I spent most of it on my phone.”

“I see”, you whisper, running your thumb over your smiling faces on the photographs, “I’m sad that I can’t remember those days. They seem like great memories to have.”

“They are”, Yoongi says softly and points at a picture of you next to a bonfire, “I cut that wood and you told me that you find it very hot when I use an axe.”

You laugh, “that sounds like something I would say. Axes are kind of hot.”

“And here? That was seconds before I burned my tongue on a marshmallow.”

“Aww noo that sucks.”

“It did, but you kissed it better.”

“I kissed your tongue? Eww weird.”

“Yeah it was weird, but that’s what I love about you.”

You look at each other again and this time around you feel your own eyes flitting to his lips. His tongue darts out, wetting them and making you aware that you had been staring. So you clear your throat and turn back to the album to flip the pages.

“No way! We went canoeing together?” you gasp and pout, “that’s so mean, I want to remember that.”

“You really don’t. I hurt my shoulder pretty badly that day and spent the rest of our trip in pain.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I hope that I put pain medicine on it.”

“You did. Lots of it, with many kisses too.”

You giggle, “gosh, I’m so cheesy.”

“Yeah”, he whispers, dancing his pointer finger up and down your leg just once. You know that he did it on purpose, leaving you to shiver.

You turn your head, “hey, I’m a little cold.”

“Do you want to share?” he offers just like you had hoped he would.

“Yes please.”

Yoongi scoots closer and opens his blanket to drape it over your shoulder. Like this your legs and arms are touching.

“Is that alright?” he makes sure.

“Yes, it’s alright. Thank you, it’s so snugly”, you say and flip the page again.

“Recognize that pillow?”

“Yeah, what the hell? I have that in my sunroom!”

Yoongi chuckles deeply, “it was always your favourite pillow. You took it with you once you left, but this picture was taken minutes before you decided to have your five minutes and start a pillow fight.”

You snort, “gosh, sorry.”

“It’s alright. I won.”

“Mhm sure you did”, you tease, “you’re probably just saying this.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

You giggle and flip the pages.

“Oh dear”, you gasp.

“Yeah uhm, crap”, Yoongi gasps and covers the pages with his hands, “I completely forgot that those are in there too. Uhm yeah, we tried erotic photography a few times?” he says and chuckles awkwardly.

“I can see that”, you say and push his fingers away to sneak a glance at one of the pictures.

You on white sheets, they are covering your lower parts and the sun paints swirls of gold over your naked breasts, “oh so artistic.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi presses out with his eyes closed.

You chuckle, “why do you have your eyes closed?”

“Because it’s rude to look.”

You giggle, pushing his hand away to flip the pages. More pictures of you and him in every sort of sexy poses and positions. You try not to look too much either because you both are wearing very little clothing in all the pictures. So you quickly flip the pages again.

“Okay it’s safe to look”, you say and exhale in relief.

Yoongi peels his eyes open, “oh that!” he exclaims and begins smiling.

You look at the pictures. You are in your pyjamas in all of them, matching each and every time. They are different sets each time, which means those were all taken on different nights. They all had one thing in common, you were in some sort of pillow fort in all of them.

“Those are pictures from our countless movie dates. You insisted that I would build a pillow fort in the living room every time.”

“I see”, you murmur and grin.

“You see those mugs?” he asks and points at them.

“Mhm-hm.”

“Warm milk with honey and cinnamon. You always called it your special sleepy time recipe.”

“Holy moly”, you gasp, touching your chest, “when I made you that drink I…I remembered that somehow?”

“I was really moved that night, you know? I thought for only a second that maybe you finally remembered me, but it seems that only your subconsciousness did.”

You turn to face him, feeling your breath hitch now that you and him are so close. You can even smell his body wash in this position and the warmth of his body and you realised that this was a scent familiar to your nose. You know now why it was so familiar and it leaves you leaning closer, until you could watch his eyes widen.

“Thank you for doing this with me. It’s nice to know that I was happy before the accident. It’s just kind of sad too because I would love to be able to remember all those times.”

“It’s…” Yoongi looks at your lips, “…nice for me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I haven’t looked at those photos in years.”

“And yet you kept them.”

“I couldn’t throw them away.”

“Even when you started a new life.”

“Ha”, he lets out and lowers his eyes, “it’s kind of creepy isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

Your gazes meet. Yoongi’s breath hitches. You are literally mesmerised by his lips. Maybe he could do it if he leaned closer. You don’t move away, as a matter of fact, you lean closer too.

Yoongi closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, holding his breath. 

Then you kiss and Yoongi feels like flying, sighing your name as an array of emotions makes his heart race uncontrollably.

It is nothing major, just lips on lips and a shy sound from you, but it leaves him breathless. You pull back with a giggle, nudging his nose with your own.

“I did it again”, you whisper.

“What?”

“I kissed you.”

“Yeah”, he breathes, dragging the tip of his nose up and down the slope of your nose, “I want to do it again.”

“But what about the pictures?”

Yoongi laughs breathlessly, tilting his head to the side so he could drag his nose over your cheek and leave a feather light kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Do you want to know more stories?” he asks you in a voice you have never heard from him before. It comforts you like nothing else.

You open your eyes, feeling your heart flutter at the view. He has his eyes closed, his dark lashes carry unshed tears and cheeks are flushed a deep pink.

“Later”, you breathe, letting your eyes fall closed again to chase his lips.

You both sigh once you find each other. The kiss lasts longer this time around, Yoongi even goes so far as to place his hand on your cheek. It feels big on your face, warm and soft. 

You touch his chest, fingertips resting on his collarbone. His heart is racing even faster than yours does. This moment must be so special to him. 

You break the kiss. Yoongi lets out a breathy whimper, closing his finger around a bundle of your hair. 

“Come back please”, he begs quietly, nudging your face with the tip of his nose. 

You let out a breathy chuckle, twisting his hair at the nape of his neck to pull him back into a kiss. You pull your legs up on the couch, sitting down on your heels and facing him in the process.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut until wrinkles appear on his face. He dreamt of this moment so many times. He dreamt of talking to you and apologizing to you and maybe he also dreamt of feeling your kiss one more time. He never thought that those dreams could become reality one day. That one day you would really be back. But now you are, you are back with him again and you are even better than you were in his memories. Nothing else will ever come close to the pure happiness he is feeling right now.

He sighs softly, running his palm along the curves of your shoulder and arm. He stops at your wrist, dragging the pad of his thumb over the sensitive inside. It makes you sigh against his lips. 

Your fingers land on the zipper of his onesie, playing with it mindlessly. The kiss becomes slower, just soft sucking and biting and the addicting taste of his lips. Yoongi is touching your back, refreshing his memories of how your spine felt under his fingertips. He thinks it still feels just as addicting as it did five years ago. His touch drives you on top of his lap, you just want to be closer to him. 

"Mhm ___", he mumbles against your lips, letting out a lazy chuckle as you take his hands and tug them around your waist. He follows gladly, holding your waist safely while your weight is resting on top of him comfortably.

It feels exciting to be on his lap and to have him hold you like that while his lips dance with yours. It leaves you with an array of butterflies in your belly and tingles on the parts of your body he touches. 

You want to touch him too. His shoulders, strong and muscular from all the working he has been doing. His neck, skin oh so incredibly soft under your fingertips and for some reason he seems to let out a trembling gasp as you let your fingertips dance over it. 

The kiss breaks just enough that you can feel his breath tickle your lips. Foreheads resting together and eyes half-lidded, you touch his neck again, eliciting the softest of sounds from him.

You giggle, he does too.

"What?" his voice is raspy.

"Just, you", you answer him, pulling him back into the kiss. 

Yoongi makes a sound again, abandoning your waist to run his hands up your back instead. First your lower back, palms outline the paths of it until you are kissing him oh so deeply. Then up to your shoulders, the touch is placed with such intention and care, inch by inch he seems to feel you up. 

Your tongue darts out, shyly and hesitantly. He lets you lick over his lips once, smiling fondly before parting his lips and meeting you with his tongue. The change makes you gasp and for just a second you want to pull back, but he doesn’t let you. With his strong hands on your lower back again, he pushes you into him. Closer, tighter. No distance between your bodies as he tongue kisses you deeper and deeper, forcing you to whimper at the intensity of it.

So that’s how that feels. That’s how it feels to be so into a kiss that one's hands only purpose becomes the task of pulling the other closer. That’s how it feels to get so lost in the other that having to entangle each other’s tongues is the only bearable solution. It’s addicting. 

With an almost needy roll of your hips you seek more of him. He doesn’t even have to press you closer now, you do it all on your own. Closer and closer. Chest against chest. Stomach against stomach. Soft hair between your fingers and lips sensitive from kissing oh so deeply. It is Yoongi who whimpers this time around, having to tilt his head back in order to reach you and your magical kiss. 

You answer him, feeling up his shoulders and chest eagerly. You love how it vibrates under the sounds he makes, how his deep voice is tickling your fingertips.

Another tickle. You slow down your touch, chasing the tickle again. His zipper. Oh, how you want to tug it down.

You try it, hesitating a second later because the gesture made him gasp into your mouth. You break the kiss, looking into his hazy eyes. His lips are so swollen from kissing, looking so pink and pretty.

"Sorry", you let go, "that was creepy." 

Yoongi however grips your hand and pulls it back to the zipper. 

"Do it", he rasps, holding the zipper with you together. He tugs it down a few inches, letting out a breathy whimper while his eyes seem to practically make love to you.

Your heart is going haywire in your chest, your head is dizzy. He is so hot right now. Oh dear, his gaze is making you squirm. 

With a gulp, you take over for him, tugging down the zipper while he rests his hands on your waist to caress it softly as you undress him. 

Your heart is racing. You haven’t really imagined how Yoongi looks like naked before. As a matter of fact, you haven’t even really imagined how it would feel like to be sexual with him. You just loved to spend time with him and that was perfect for you. However, you can’t deny the feeling of utter excitement at the aspect of seeing him naked – or at least shirtless – now. 

The zipper opens all the way down to his crotch. You place your hands on his hips and run them up his torso. Yoongi's breath quickens at the sensation, back arching so he could chase your touch. You run your palms along his shoulders until you reach his collarbones, continuing your way to the slightly opened middle of the onesie. 

You take one cautious look up at his face, stomach tingling at what you see. Yoongi has his head rested against the backrest of the couch, eyes closed and features relaxed in bliss. As if he wanted to concentrate on nothing other than your touch. 

You tug on the onesie softly. 

“Oh?” you gasp, breaking into laughter a second later. 

“What?” Yoongi asks in a chuckle, peeling his eyes open to gaze at your smiling face. 

You giggle, hiding your nose behind your tiny fist. 

“Gosh Yoongi, I expected you to be naked underneath.”

Yoongi looks at his torso and the thick flannel pyjamas he is wearing.

"I was cold", he pouts cutely. 

“So you are wearing two layers?” you ask in a cute giggle. 

He laughs, feeling his cheeks heat up in giddiness. 

“I like warmth”, he murmurs.

“You’re like a cat.”

“You…”, he lowers his eyes shyly. The blush spreads over his nose, “...sometimes called me kitten because of it”, he confesses in a whisper.

“I did?” you gasp, “gosh”, you say, hiding your face behind your hands and plopping against Yoongi’s chest. 

He chuckles fondly, placing his big hand on the back of your head to pet you softly. 

“Sometimes you also called me grandpa because of the way I run”, he says. 

“That’s so mean”, you whine, nuzzling your face against his chest, “I’m sorry Yoongi.”

“I don’t think it’s mean, it’s funny”, he assures you. 

You lift your head. He seems so fond. It’s literally driving you insane. 

“But most of the time you called me dumpling baby or snuggles, sometimes darling too”, he says and shows his teeth in a fond smile. 

“Dumpling baby?” you snort. 

“Because of my cheeks.”

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands. 

“I’m so embarrassing, oh my god.”

Yoongi pulls your hands away from your face, placing them on his chest instead. He tilts his head up, placing a tender kiss on your lips. It makes your heart flutter.

“I called you beautiful and darling”, he says, studying your features with sparkling eyes, “or my love”, he breathes, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone slowly.

You are basically melting. He is so sweet. He is so goddamn sweet. 

Yoongi looks at your lips, tilting his head up again. You meet him in the middle, kissing him back. He sighs, allowing you to lead the kiss with his eyes squeezed shut and his heart fluttering in his chest. He guides your hands so your fingertips would hook in the opened zipper. It is a silent question for you to undress him and you understand, pulling the onesie over his shoulders and down his arms until it pools on the sofa by his hips. 

The kiss breaks, you broke it to catch your breath. 

“Lie down, I’ll take the onesie off”, he tells you, nudging your hips softly. 

You follow in an instant, crawling off his lap and resting back on the soft pillows. He works quickly, standing up to step out of his onesie. He finds his home on top of you after a second, resting between your legs and cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs run along your cheekbones, lips curling into a fond smile. 

You giggle, “so you're keeping the pjs on?”

“Yeah”, he pouts, “it’s so warm and cozy.”

You chuckle, sighing a second later when Yoongi pecks your lips. You blink quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“Can I kiss your neck?” he asks in a soft voice, caressing your temple as he speaks. 

“Yes”, you breathe, waiting for the sensation with your eyes squeezed shut and your head rolled to the side. 

You always wondered how that must feel like. This is so exciting. 

The first kiss is placed softly upon your skin, leaving you to gasp for air. The second kiss is placed just next to it, Yoongi gives you the softest of sucks to end it with. The third kiss is placed just under your ear, right where your jawline melts into your neck. You shiver so much, feeling so good and lightheaded. 

Yoongi sighs your name softly, placing the fourth kiss on your jawline. He allows his teeth to drag over your skin gently, eliciting goosebumps on your arms in reaction. And while his lips worship your neck, his right hand runs along your body, starting at your thighs and ending at your shoulders. It leaves tingles behind, making you so sensitive to his touch. So sensitive and so, so nervous because as Yoongi makes the first indicator of touching you under your breast you tense up.

“Yoongi wait.”

“What is it?” he lifts his head from your neck, hair ruffled from the pillows. 

“I, I have to confess something to you.”

He nods his head and relaxes, “tell me.”

“I didn’t have sex with anyone in four years”, you blurt out and hide your face behind your hands, “urgh god I just said that out loud.”

Fingers rest themselves on your hand, tugging it away from your face. If comfort had a face it would be Yoongi in this moment, because as you open your eyes in nervousness and meet his fond gaze you don’t feel fear or embarrassment, you feel comfort. 

“It’s alright”, he whispers. 

“And I’m not on birth control, so you have to use a condom.”

“Of course, that’s alright.”

“And I also have no idea how to do sex because I have no memory of how to do it”, you say. 

He cups your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. 

“That’s alright too.”

“A-and also I have scars”, you say and lower your eyes, “many, they are sorta big.” 

“Doesn’t matter, you are so beautiful with or without the scars.”

You feel so freaking comforted. God damn you are repeating yourself, but Yoongi just....radiates judgement free and honest comfort.

“Okay, okay”, you let out a deep breath, locking eyes with him, “sorry, I just needed to get all of this off my chest.”

He smiles softly, “it’s alright. You know that we can take it slow? We can do whatever you are comfortable with.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. We’ll take it at your pace, alright?” 

“Yes, alright.”

Yoongi smiles, kissing your forehead softly. It makes your eyelids flutter shut and your heart skip a beat in your chest. 

“So what should we do? Should I show you more pictures?” 

You shake your head. 

“Then more stories? I could tell you about our honeymoon, it was a blast. That was the time we ate watermelon for breakfast and also realised that we are both good surfers.”

You smile, cupping his face in your hands. Yoongi parts his lips and gazes down at you with widened eyes. 

“I want to try.”

“What? Surfing?” 

“No”, you laugh, “gosh no, not surfing. I kind of want to try...sex?” 

His eyes soften, yet deep down arousal glistens in them. 

“Right now?” 

“Yes, right now.”

“With m-me?”

“No Yoongi, with the old Misses Jang from up the road”, you say sarcastically. 

Yoongi blushes furiously, hiding his face in your shoulder with an embarrassed groan. You laugh and giggle, giving his head a soft pat. 

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m nervous too”, he whines. 

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me.”

“Yeah exactly”, he lifts his head, somehow his bangs are even messier than before, “I want to make a good first impression.”

“What should I say? At least you know what I like, I have no idea.”

Yoongi chuckles and lowers his eyes, “I guess you’re right”, he murmurs, “but still, maybe something changed and I just, I like you so much, I don’t wanna mess up and disappoint”, he says and pouts. 

“Well then let’s figure out our bodies together”, you touch his chest, eliciting a breathy gasp from him. You run your hand to his side and place your nails against it. You dance them down softly then you go up again. Yoongi’s eyes threaten to close, hips rolling against yours on instinct. The sensation feels really good. He is hard in his pants, grinding the hardness up and down your core. It feels so nice and also hot. 

“God ___ that’s so good”, he whispers shakily.

“Are your sides sensitive?” 

He nods his head, melting closer. He begins kissing your neck again, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You let your eyes fall closed and bask in the sensation as your hands explore his torso.  

His tummy is soft, it tenses when you run your fingers over it. Relaxing in a trembling breath a second later. You can feel it tickle your skin, it is warm if not hot even. 

"___", he whispers, biting down on your earlobe softly. 

"Oh? Oh okay", you laugh softly, "that’s good." 

Yoongi purrs, dragging his lips over the shell of your ear. 

"Your touch is so nice. Can’t get enough of it”, he whispers in that honey voice of his’. 

He bites your earlobe gently, tugging on it just slightly. Like a chain reaction of sensations your shivers run all the way from your ear down to the tips of your toes. 

"Yoongi I want to be shirtless", you confess in a breathless moan. 

Yoongi’s head shoots up. 

"Are you sure?" 

You nod your head, reaching down to tug your sweater and shirt up. Yoongi watches it happen, breath hitching in his throat at the sight. You grunt quietly, fighting with the last few inches until finally they slip off your hair and arms. You open your eyes, meeting adoration in his gaze. 

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, "fuck ___, I never want to stop looking at you." 

You giggle, covering your chest with your hands. 

"Okay now my bravery is kinda running out, help I acted way too quickly." 

Yoongi chuckles. He sits up for a moment to take off his shirt, revealing yet another shirt to your eyes. A white t-shirt, loose fitted and slightly wrinkled. 

"Yoongi", you wheeze, “you’re not serious. How many layers are you wearing?” 

"I was cold", he whines with a pout and soon his face disappears under the shirt as he takes it off.  

He slips out of it with a grunt, blinking quickly with his hair standing up in the front. You giggle. He is so cute. 

“Sad, I expected another shirt”, you joke. 

Yoongi fixes his hair and shivers. Goosebumps cover his fair skin in an instant.

"So cold", he whines, reaching for the blanket to pull it over his shoulders. Then he cuddles back into you, sharing his warmth with you. 

"God Yoongi", you chuckle, "you're so dramatic, it's not even that cold." 

"Yes it is. It’s freezing", he murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest. 

"Alright, alright it's cold", you give in with a fond roll of your eyes. 

"Mhm", he lets out, turning his head so he could begin kissing your chest all over. 

"Oh wow", you groan, head rolling to the side and veins tingling in electricity. 

Yoongi was right. The blanket was a good idea. Oh you are so warm all snuggled into it and somehow it makes the sensations of his mouth even more intense. He kisses you, he kisses even the long scar under your breast where the doctors needed to go inside to fix your ribs. And he kisses it without mentioning it in any kind of way, as if it was just another part of your body which he wanted to worship. You don’t tell him, but you appreciate his silence so much. 

Perhaps a reason for you not sleeping with anyone in the past four years – ignoring the fact that you weren’t actively seeking it in the first place – was the fact that some part of your brain was still too ashamed of your scars. You feared that if you bared yourself to someone and they would see your scars, you would have to explain yourself. And you really didn’t want to do that. 

But Yoongi stays silent, placing featherlight kisses all over your scar before he moves on to another part of your chest like it was the most normal thing to do. You feel so appreciated. And so, so nice. 

Yoongi sucks on the swell of your breast before lifting his head for the sole purpose of giving you a sweet gummy smile. You retort it, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. Then he lowers himself again, kissing a path up to your nipple. He hesitates, brushing his lips over it in an attempt to see your reaction. 

You tense up in anticipation, arching into him. 

That is all he needed to know. He parts his lips and wraps them around your nipple, caressing your other side with his big hand. 

You let out a breathy laugh, ending it with a surprised moan and an arch of your back. 

“Okay that’s - ha - that’s really nice.”

“Yeah?” his warm breath swirls over your skin, making you shiver. He hums and abandons your nipple for the sake of kissing the other. Not that he truly abandons it, the moment his lips take on their sweet journey to your other side his hand begins touching you skillfully. 

“Mhhhm”, you purr contently, letting your head roll to the side. He makes you feel so warm between your legs. Oh, it’s so embarrassing because you can feel it stick to your pyjama pants as well. Hopefully it doesn’t soak his couch, gosh that would be devastating. Oh! Forget every worry you ever had, Yoongi using his teeth to bite down on your nipple gently is the only thing important. Or maybe it’s his right hand slowly but surely dancing down your stomach to the hem of your pants. You giggle nervously, making Yoongi raise his head. 

“No?” he asks, pulling his hand away. 

“I’m nervous.”

He nods in understanding, caressing your side for now. 

“What do you want to do?” 

You gnaw on your lower lip. 

“Just tell me beautiful and I’ll do it”, he encourages you in a soft spoken voice, the kind which fills you with so much comfort that it’s almost unbearable. 

“God Yoongi you-", you pause to cup his cheeks and squish them, “-stop being so sweet”, you say, squishing his cheeks more aggressively. 

His pink lips stick out in a squished pout, his eyes become little slits as you squeeze his cheeks together. He chuckles deeply. 

“Can I have my face back?” he asks fondly. 

“Yeah, uhm”, you pull your hands back, “sorry, I just – I don’t know – I wanna keep touching it because I like it so much.”

He lowers his eyes shyly and blushes.

“Stop”, he murmurs.

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “just so.”

“Mhm, that’s not a reason”, you giggle, reaching out to stroke your palm over his cheek again and again, “I want to try it.”

“Tell me”, he says, nodding his head.

“Your hand”, you reach for it, “I want you to touch me down there”, you say and guide it down your stomach. Yoongi keeps his fingers relaxed so they would leave the softest of tickles behind. 

He smiles and nods his head in understanding, caressing your lower stomach.

“Scoot over a little.”

You do as you are told, watching him with curiosity as he wiggles into the spot between you and the backrest of the couch. He sneaks one of his arms under your head, engulfing you in the safety of his chest. This is so close and intimate with both of you being shirtless that you feel your cheeks heat up. Skin against skin, not knowing which warmth belongs to you and which belongs to Yoongi. You truly never imagined how such sensations must feel like with him and yet they leave you so tingly and happy that it feels as if a wish was fullfilled.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yeah very”, you whisper in awe, “the blanket was a good idea, it’s so snuggly.”

“Right? I told you it’s a good idea, but you wanted to nag”, he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your hair to kiss your ear softly.

You giggle, hiding your face in his chest. The bickering is cute, like a married couple and that is what you were. You were married and perhaps that is why you felt so comfortable with him. Because deep down you already knew that he was your other half. 

You begin placing little kisses all over his skin at the aspect, feeling his blissful purr.

“Keep doing that beautiful”, he encourages you in a sigh, travelling his hand up and down your stomach and sides. 

And so you continue, littering his chest with kisses and touching whatever parts of his sides you can reach. Yoongi sneaks his hand inside your pants, running his fingers down to your middle slowly. You part your legs for him, waiting for the sensation with bated breath.

He touches your entrance first, rolling slow circles on it to pick up your arousal.

“Oh? Okay”, you gasp, lifting your head to look into Yoongi’s eyes.

He gazes down at you and smiles, dancing his fingers up your core. One touch to your clit and you are squirming.

“Oh? Okay yeah okay”, you press out, widening your eyes.

“Is it nice?”

You nod your head vigorously, watching how it makes his pupils dilate.

“Good, relax beautiful, I’ll take care of you”, he rasps, closing his eyes and kissing your forehead.

You relax in his arms, basking in the sensations and feeling your head become dizzy at his scent. Now, you did touch yourself in the comfort of your own bedroom. You touched yourself many times actually and you like to claim that you are very good at it. But god diddly damn, it’s so different if someone else does it. The touch is laced with the exciting surprise of you not knowing where he will place it next. It leaves you shivering in the best ways possible.

“That feels really good”, you sigh and moan softly.

“Mhm, it feels good for me too. You’re so wet and soft”, he whispers, drawing figures of eight with his fingers.

“Yoongi can I touch you too?”

He groans quietly. Your words affected him, you know that they did because his fingers speed up on your clit.

“Y-yes”, he presses out, panting heavily in anticipation.

“Okay, here I come. Just tell me what to do”, you say, dancing your hand down his stomach until it disappears inside his pyjama pants.

He is so excited that he basically twitches into your hand, mewling softly when you wrap your fingers around him.

“Fuck ___”, he chokes out, bucking his hips up, “you’re so good.”

“But I haven’t even started.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You giggle and moan. Yoongi is toying with your entrance, the aspect of having his long fingers inside of you almost drives you insane.

“Can I finger you?” he asks in a rasp.

“Please”, you whisper, moving your hand up and down his length slowly.

Yoongi whimpers and slips two of his fingers inside of you. You keen and roll your hips into his touch, squeezing his cock on accident because the breach surprised you so much. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, it was just surprising because it felt so good. Fingering yourself is definitely not the same as getting fingered, because holy moly damn that feels amazing. Especially with the length of his fingers and the perfect girth of them. Yoongi also seems to have the perfect technique of rubbing his palm over your clit as he moves his fingers.

“Yoongi it’s so good”, you moan, resorting to squeaking softly afterwards.

“Yeah? Keep going too beautiful, your touch is perfect”, he encourages you, voice raspy and strained.

He is probably overhyping your touches. He is distracting you so much with his own touches that sometimes you forget to move your hand. Yoongi makes up for the loss of friction by rolling his hips into your hand slowly until you finally remember again that you needed to move as well and you begin jerking him off with a certain vigour in your touches. Yoongi moans deeply each time this happens, rewarding you with a mindnumbing curl of his fingers against your sensitive spot inside.

“Yoongi….”

“Mhm?”

You tilt your head up, chasing his lips. He understands wordlessly, leaning down to kiss you deeply. Oh his touch becomes so much better now that you are kissing him, making your toes curl and your limbs feel as if they were on fire. You hope that you feel better for him too, making sure to pay special attention to his tip.

Yoongi lets you know that you feel a thousand times better by moaning against your lips and darting his tongue out to chase your own. His fingers curl inside of you, your fingers squeeze around his hot tip and your tongues dance with each other sloppily. It quite frankly steals your sanity from you.

The blanket is becoming very hot on top of you, so hot that sweat pearls on your chest and tickles your skin as it runs down your sides. Yoongi seems to be hot as well, his skin is just that little bit damper as it presses against your own and his once ruffled bangs are matted. They are still messy though, he looks so good like that. It almost knocks the air out of you when you pull back for a quick breather and your eyes land on his handsome face. His dark eyes are even darker than usual, almost as if his pupils are so dilated that they are swallowing everything else. His nose is glowing prettily, carrying a rosy sheen to it. As do his cheeks and his swollen lips.

“You’re so pretty”, you whisper.

“Thanks”, he murmurs shyly, blushing even more.

You giggle and squeeze his tip, watching how it makes his brows knit in pleasure.

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum”, he groans.

That does something inside of you. Your stomach tingles uncontrollably, your walls clench around his digits. You want this to happen. You want to see him lose himself. He would probably look so hot.

“Do it”, you rasp.

“Mhm, not yet”, he murmurs, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. The kind that steals your breath away.

He keeps his fingers curled, moving them the slightest bit back and forth. You squeak, fighting for your air. It seems that Yoongi wants to see you lose yourself before he does. He is doing an amazing job at that, your stomach is tensing so much.

He breaks the kiss, panting against your lips.

“Are you close?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you squeak, legs shaking uncontrollably. There is too much pressure on your clit, his palm is too soft and warm. His fingers are too good, too long and skilled. He is actually going to make you cum.

“Whenever you are ready, beautiful”, he encourages you.

You gasp for air repeatedly, squeezing around his cock for the sole purpose of holding something. Not sexy if it wasn’t for Yoongi rutting into you desperately. He watches your eyelids flutter, feeling your walls clench around his digits.

“Come kiss me, let me taste your moans”, he rasps, making your legs shake with the way his fingers curl.

“Yoongi”, you choke out and stumble into the kiss.

It is sloppy, Yoongi gets more of your licks than actual kisses. He accepts them happily, swallowing your every moan as he curls his fingers against your magical spot once again. You squeak and shutter, everything gets too much for you. 

“Yoongi.”

“Let go", he encourages you. 

You break around his digits, hiding your face in his chest as your body spasms in fiery electricity.

“Oh god, what the hell”, you groan, shocked by how hard you are climaxing. It sits so deep, feels so hot, makes your stomach tense so much. This is the best. The literal best.

“That’s it, shit you’re so sexy”, he encourages you, helping you ride out your high with skilful movements of his hand.

You whimper, twitching one last time before finally opening your eyes again. Yoongi looks fucked, with his eyes blown out and his cheeks heated. Also his breathing is ragged, heart pounding against his ribcage.

“How was that?” he asks you, pulling his fingers free to caress your thigh.

You giggle, stomach bursting in feel good hormones. Yoongi smiles, placing a soft kiss on your ear.

“Good?” 

“Yes, so good”, you whisper and place a kiss on his chest. It makes it rumble in one of his deep moans. 

So you lift your head and look at him. He is breathing even heavier than he did before, squirming softly.

“What?” he asks you because the sudden smirk you are sporting confuses him.

You sit up and try to roll you and him over, doing so a lot more clumsily than you had wished for. He collides with the couch in a deep grunt. His head tangles over the edge, messy hair almost touching the floor.

“Oh shoot, sorry”, you gasp, “I wanted to be sexy.”

“Fuck”, Yoongi laughs raspily, “mission accomplished, fuck.”

You tingle in pride. He seems very into it, judging by the red spots covering his chest and his neck carrying a sheer layer of sweat. He rests his hands on his stomach, long fingers still glistening in your juices.

“You’re really hot”, you tell him. 

“You too”, he rasps, swallowing heavily. His fingers run over his own stomach mindlessly. The view taunts you. Especially because it leads to the very prominent dent in his pants. You don’t really have the desire to see dicks, because they aren’t really exciting to you, but it feels different with him. You really want to see him. So much so that you are almost going crazy at not being able to see him. 

You hook your fingers in the hem of his pants and pull it down far enough to make his cock spring free. 

“Huh?” his head shoots up, lips parting in shock.

It is just as pretty as the rest of him, his tip is glistening with his arousal. Also it matches with his hands, oh so many veins. Very sexy. You think that his dick is very exciting to look at.

You give him a playful smirk, wrapping your fingers around his length to jerk it off quickly. 

“Fuck”, he moans, dropping his head back and fucking his hips into your hand, “holy f-fuck.” 

Maybe it is muscle memory but somehow your fingers know exactly where to touch him. You also think that he has such a nice cock. A very nice cock. Very reactive and so pink, just like his lips. Said lips are currently parted widely, letting the most sinful of noises free. Deep grunts, breathy gasps, high-pitched whimpers. For someone who has such a deep voice he has an impressive range if only you touch the right spots.

You roll your thumb over his frenulum, twisting your wrist afterwards.

“How's that?” you ask him, repeating your movements. 

“Good”, he lulls, bucking his hips up. He wraps his long fingers around your wrist and squeezes softly. 

His body trembles, his cock throbs. You dance your fingers up to his tip again and massage it quickly. 

Yoongi twitches with his entire body before a guttural moans rolls off his tongue aggressively. Your eyes flit to his face, fingers working on their own. You find it peculiar just how sexy he can actually be. How your cute and sweet neighbour looks like sex personified now that you have him shaking under your touch. His lids are opened halfway, giving view to his rolled back eyes. His lips are parted and swollen, glistening in his saliva. And his neck is shimmering in a sheer layer of sweat, muscles flexed in the position. 

One roll of your thumb over his slit and he is twitching again. 

“I’m cumming”, he chokes out, letting go of your wrist to grasp the edge of the sofa instead.

“Do it”, you encourage him, welcoming his high with quick jerks of your hand.

Yoongi groans and spasms, covering his tensed stomach in his seed. It runs down his length, collecting all between your fingers as well. This is so hot, this is so hot. Oh you want to continue. This is so hot.

“Wait, wait”, Yoongi laughs panicky, trembling fingers reaching for your hand, “slow.”

You don’t listen, jerking him off with madness in your eyes. He mewls and squirms, trying his hardest to pull your hand away. 

“Please ___", he begs, gasping for air. 

Faster. His cock is so hard and twitches so much. There must be more for you. He must have more to offer. 

Yoongi laughs panicky, twisting the sofa pillow. 

“Please slow”, he begs squeakily, “mercy please”, he is laughing by now, tugging on your wrist again, "fuck ___ please", he presses out, writhing desperately. He is twitching with his entire body, forcing cut off laughs and gasps out of him. 

His other hand reaches for you, gripping you with such strength it surprises you. 

"Slow", he drags the word out, squeezing you with trembling fingers.

It is enough to clear your mind from the hungry madness you are feeling. You slow down your movements, blinking quickly. He guides your movements, smooth rolls up and down his cock.

“That’s better, it’s too sensitive otherwise”, he says and sighs, “god beautiful, you just made me cum so hard”, he says and laughs, covering his eyes with his arm, “fuck.”

You touch his tip and squeeze gently. He hisses, twitching away.

“___”, he complains in a laugh, lifting himself with the help of his abs, “I’m sensitive.”

You pull your hand away, “sorry, it’s just so much fun to touch you.”

“Mhm”, he hums, drawing closer to cup your cheek and kiss your lips softly, “you’re still as cruel as you were in the past.” 

“Yeah? Did I do that often?” you ask him, wrapping your fingers around his cock again to give him quick jerks. 

Yoongi whimpers, twisting your hair at the nape of your neck, “please no more.” 

You twist your hand on his overly sensitive tip, forcing a moaned laugh out of him.

“___ baby", he chokes out, taking a hold of your torturing hand to squeeze it. 

You giggle, burying your nose in the crook of his neck. You push him back on the sofa, pulling the blanket over your bodies and snuggling into him tightly. Yoongi just let’s it happen, melting like ice cream in the sun. 

“That was lots of fun", you say and giggle, touching his inner thighs for now.

“Agreed, I love being with you. I really missed it.”

You smile, trailing kisses up and down his neck.

Yoongi shudders and pulls you closer, inhaling your scent.

“Fuck ___ I actually missed you so fucking much. Those last few months without you were horrible”, he murmurs into the crook of your neck, hugging you to his body and rolling over on the sofa with you so he could cuddle you tightly.

“Agreed. I was so lonely on most days.”

"Same, especially on Tuesday." 

"Yes", you agree, nodding your head vigorously, "you have to come by again from now on. I'll make you so much tea and you can eat your egg sandwich and we have tangerine tarts on our menu these days. You have to come eat them."

"I will. Tangerine tart sounds amazing, I can’t wait to try it." 

"Yes, me too."

You kiss his hair and close your eyes. It is so warm and cuddly now that your blanket is wrapped around you so snugly and Yoongi holds you so tightly.

Yoongi exhales his breath shakily and squeezes you softly. He is in heaven. This is paradise.

“Yoongi?”

“Mhm?”

"I'm glad I had you as a husband. If you were as sweet as you are ever since I met you then I was a very lucky woman. It’s so nice to know that I had you in my past." 

Yoongi squeezes your middle and squeaks.

“Don’t say that”, he murmurs, clearly fighting with his tears.

“It’s the truth, you’re such a sweet man and you bring so much comfort into my life. Falling in love with you was so easy and felt so comfortable.”

“Stop that.”

You laugh, squeezing him.

“You’re so cute.”

Yoongi lifts his head to gaze at you. His beautiful eyes are filled with unshed tears and yet they are sparkling in unconditional love for you.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance”, he whispers.

You smile.

“I’d do it again."​​

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hey hi hello!!! How are you today?

I was wondering if I could get a match up?

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

I can't stop listening to Brand New City by Mitski since last week. I just really like the emotion in her voice. I also really associate myself with the line "if I gave on being pretty I wouldn't know how to be alive". So that's that.

What is your Enneagram type?

7w8, used to be a 9w1.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I dooo! I really like enjoy video essays about linguistics and mental illnesses as well

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I never really had an imaginary friend. I mean, I remember being annoyed at my shadow for copying everything I do, but I don't think that counts.

I actually didn't have any friend untill I went to school. I was always okay playing by my self.

Though I do remember making little scenarios in my head while playing on the playground; one of them being me as Harley Quinn trapped in jail while Joker saves me (I was obsessed with Harley Quinn as a kid, okay..)

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Rambling asmr.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

I'd like to pick a name that sounds nice in most languages, since mine doesn't.

Maybe something like Eleanora with Nora as a nickname.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I can't pick one so I'll say "holiday decorating with your boyfriend but he's a chaotic mess" and "listening in on your crush's thoughts". These are the audios that really made me smile like an idiot. They don't really have anything to do with the plot yet they're still my favourite.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Hot take but...David. It's just...idk man, I usually like the tsundere type put sometimes I feel like David is too rude. I enjoyed his first audio but the rest...idk man. I like angel a lot tho. I myself a lot in them, but David is definitely not the type I'd go for. I'd probably feel really annoying and unloved with a guy like him 🤷‍♀️

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

"The spy next door". I watched it waaaaaay too many times as a kid and I sometimes still do.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

Asher!!! He seems like so much fun dude. He also reminds me a lot of my friend.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

I start rambling about 'what if' scenarios. Like what if I was born a year later? What if brother hadn't been born? What if that one time at the cafe I didn't order my usual drink?

Stuff like that.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Idk I can't drive...😔

Chocolate and banana milkshake is my go to drink tho.

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. 

All my saved songs mashed up...

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Harry Potter fanfiction.... hear me out okay... I know it sounds...bad.. But damnit some of the fics are just too good.

Other info:

Idk if this is important or not but my mbti is ENTP-T and I'm also very short (5'1). Do what you must with that information...

Thank you!!

The combination of your personality traits gives me the impression of an extroverted, strong-willed person; they’re giving Smartass, you know? This combined with your preference towards tsunderes makes me think you’d be a good match with Aaron.

I can get what you mean about David being “too rude”; in contrast, Aaron’s certain brand of tsundere reads more playful? Like, he grasped early on when the attitude isn’t serving him or when to tone it down which is why I like him better for you. Also, the fact that your chosen name would be Eleanora and his brother’s name is Elliott, the fact that both his most loved people in the world could be called “El” is just really cute. That’s kismet a little bit.

Your life with Aaron would be such a dream (though that’s any life with Aaron, I will admit.) I can clearly imagine him making you your favorite milkshake every Saturday morning to start your weekend right (even though I can see him personally hating it /lh something about his vibe tells me he hates chocolate and banana together but not as much as he loves you). I can see him asking you about the fanfic you’re reading- not because he cares about Harry Potter (he doesn’t particularly) but because he likes to hear you talk about it. Also, your not being able to drive is fun because he’s an excellent driver, and don’t we all dream just a little bit of having to be a passenger prince(ss)? /lh

Song:

I just don't wanna miss you tonight/ And I don't want the world to see me/ 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand/ When everything's made to be broken/ I just want you to know who I am

One, that last line is very tsundere-core, that sentiment of “I don’t need the world to know or see me as long as I have you”. Two, this song is such a classic, and it matches the alt, rock, grunge vibe that Aaron gives me. I think he likes this song and genre a lot.

Runner-ups:

In addition to giving me Smartass vibes, your personality types also remind me of a more extroverted Damien; because of this, Huxley would be a cute runner-up for you. To do a total one-eighty, your mention of considering What If’s means I just have to give you Echo as a runner-up okay heaR ME OUT-

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[wa-royal-tea]

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@thebrixtons​​​

Symphony Manor, Holan (8:30am)

*alarm rings*

Alfie: Good morning, cutie.

Catalina: Mhm, morning.

Alfie: Go back to sleep, it’s still early.

Catalina: Nuh-uh. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately.

*light switch clicks*

Alfie: You should be resting a lot, Lina. You’re still recovering from your injuries.

Catalina: I’m fine. You’re overreacting.

Alfie: Am I though?

Catalina: Yes, you are. It’s been two weeks. I feel better now. I can walk too.

Catalina: And I can do more than walk. If you know what I mean.

Alfie: Tempting, but, I don’t want to take the risk of hurting you. So, I’ll keep my hands to myself until I’m sure you’re fine.

Catalina: Urgh, you suck.

Alfie: *chuckles* Stay in bed. I’ll bring breakfast to you.

Catalina: You’re treating me like a child again.

Alfie: This time, for a good reason. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. And the doctors said that it’s going to take a while before you can make a full recovery.

Alfie: Please listen to me, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

Catalina: *groans* Fine.

Alfie: Good girl.

*door opens and closes*

Tweet 1: an INTRUDER AT THE PALACE ?? fr ?? they got into a whole fight with alfie and #trashlina

Reply to tweet 1: they prob tried to put her in her place💀the bitch deserves it

Reply to tweet 1′s reply: stfu stop being a hater

Tweet 2: I feel sorry for the guests that already arrived. Ppl are dying around the world and they wasted their money on a wedding only for it to be postponed.

Tweet 3: LMAOOO THEY CANCELED THEIR WEDDING !!!! move over #trashlina, its marie’s time to shine ✨

Tweet 4: wait? they postponed their wedding? why?

Reply to tweet 4: the palace hasnt said anything … pelik (weird)

Tweet 5: atp i’m anti-monarchy, because what the hell is even going on?

Tweet 6: idc what everyone else says, i’m standing by alfie and lina 😔 nobody deserves what they’re going through

Tweet 7: how much do u guys wanna bet that they’re lying about the intruder? 👁👁

Reply to tweet 7: i saw a tweet from a former staff and they said nothing even happened … let’s put our tin foil hats on 😬

Reply to tweet 7′s reply: korg ckp ni boleh pakai otak tak? (ppl, can we pls think with our heads for 2 seconds?) stop jumping to conclusions you guys annoy the hell out of me.

Tweet 8: The hate she’s getting rn is unfair. Why’d you guys assume the worse of her?

Reply to tweet 8: Are you fcking fr? Did you forget what she did the other day?

Tweet 8′s OP replies: The apology thingy? You’re mad at her for that? I didn’t realize the marie stans are brain dead when it comes to Lina. She was doing the right thing by apologizing for something she didn’t even do. I bet if it was your fav who did this, you’d be praising her to the skies. Be serious.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: What are you doing?

Catalina: N-nothing.

Alfie: Are you reading tweets on twister again? Stop reading those. It’s full of shit.

Catalina: I can’t help it. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day but it got postponed because of me.

Alfie: You didn’t ask for this to happen. And those people don’t know what actually happened. They’re just talking out of their asses right now.

Catalina: *sighs* Whatever. It already happened. Did your mum said anything about the wedding date?

Alfie: She said the wedding has been postponed to next month. The latest it would be is in two.

Catalina: But what are we gonna do until then? Don’t tell me you expect me to be in bed everyday?

Alfie: Mum said she’ll give us a new schedule to make up for the tour. She wants us to do joint engagements to build your reputation again. Right now the people are divided in half when it comes to you.

Catalina: Not surprised.

Alfie: Don’t think too much about it. You have me and the others to support you. And this time, if you did mess up, I will tell you. No sugarcoating. But, I won’t be an asshole about it.

Catalina: I’m a bit scared to hear what you’re going to say but thanks for listening to me.

Alfie: It’s no big deal.

Catalina: Oh, I forgot to ask. Did your mum said anything about my assistant? Since, y’know, Rowena’s not really in the picture anymore?

Alfie: She’s considering Anna to be your permanent assistant. The accusations against her has been dropped because Rowena confessed that she lied.

Catalina: Thank god. I liked Anna. I knew she won’t do it.

Alfie: Yeah. I’m just glad Anna still want to work with us. I heard mum said that she was a student Auntie Athy sponsored back in Cordelia. So she’s trusted.

Catalina: Is she a spellcaster like Lucy too?

Alfie: Nope. She’s a normal human. Like us.

Catalina: Oh, that’s cool. But what happens to Rowena now?

Alfie: She’s still under investigation. Your mama thinks it’s impossible for her to work alone. There must be someone helping her out and they’re trying to pry the answers out from her.

Catalina: Hmm...

*phone rings*

Alfie (to the phone): Hello, mum? Yeah, I’m at home.

Alfie: What? Are you serious?

Alfie: I...I see. Okay, I’ll tell her later. Keep me updated. Bye. Take care too.

Catalina: What was it? Did something happen?

Alfie: It’s Rowena.

Catalina: What’s wrong with her?

Alfie: She’s...she’s dead.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More replies~ Not a lot today…

Anonymous asked:

In that vegan powers fanart, i really thought the corn was something else,,,

Don’t worry, Anon, I’m sure that that corn (and all the other vegetables in Todd’s super vegan form) are multifunctional!

Anonymous asked:

“Ortho is a top because he is MEEEEEEEEE and I want to fuck Idia hence he is a bottom” this made me think how i often wonder if i kin Idia because i relate to him in many things, but especially and more often on how i think his brother is hot

(the quote is from this post, and it sounds absolutely batshit insane out of context omfg 😭)

Anon!! I didn’t expect that punchline LOL preach!! The most relatable thing about the Shrouds is how crazy they are for each other, I agree. Absolutely shameless.

In all honesty, the role of relatability (for the characters in general or the feelings they have for other characters) plays a role in shipping, even though a lot of times it’s a subconscious thing. It’s not always the case, of course.

Anonymous asked:

Baby by Charli XCX gives major Azul vibes, just saying…

I always knew Azul was a dangerous femme fatale…

Anonymous asked:

After I played book 6 of twisted wonderland, I was listening to Self-Love by Coi Leray on repeat to torment myself. Are there any song that you relate to Idia?

What a way to torment yourself, that’s too emotionally cruel :( Sad post-book-6 vibes…

I don’t really have any specific song that I strongly relate to him, but I catch myself thinking “heh it’s Idia” sometimes. One example of a song with this type of association would be “Ghosts” from the game Night in the Woods.

You're still here

I think I'm fine

I found the stars

But I lost my mind

Where do we go

If we're not together?

Everything sucks

Forever. 💪😔

Anonymous asked:

If post chapter 5 Epel was sent back to the beginning of the school year, do you think he would try and mess with Vil a bit?

“Mess” as in “hint on what’s going to happen”? I’m not sure if I understood you correctly, sorry.

It depends on whether or not Epel knows the rules of the time travel and that even a minor change could affect the events of the future in a very drastic way; and knowing Epel, he probably doesn’t lol So I think it depends on whether he feels like being a little brat that day. He’d still get his ass kicked, though.

Anonymous asked:

Here's a pairing I stumbled across while looking for fics to read - Crewel x Vil's dad. Thoughts? Opinions?

You know what? It could be possible; I can picture Crewel knowing some high profile people, so he could meet Eric at some event. They could have nice potential. But since we don’t really know much about Vil’s dad, I can’t really dive any deeper into that.

But Eric intrigues me very much, it’s a shame we haven’t seen a lot of him :(

Anonymous asked:

I could see Phoenix and crew expecting Riddle to be condescending towards Trucy since he does real magic while Trucy does stage magic, but instead he really enjoys Trucy's shows. If Ace is part of the Wright Anything Agency,  he'll be like "Oh yeah, we were in the same dorm in school and he acted just like this whenever I did simple card tricks for him. 😈" which results in Ace getting collared.

(this is related to the idea of Riddle being an Ace Attorney Prosecutor and Ace being an attorney in the same au)

Don’t ruin his stoic unbreakable image, Ace!! Well, I guess it was already ruined by Riddle loving Trucy’s magic tricks lol This is honestly very sweet. I really like this side of Riddle, and of course it would be Trucy’s tricks that would make it show. Wait, doesn’t she have some underwear tricks? I’m not sure if Riddle is ready for these ones.

+ Damn, Riddle can collar people in this universe too? That shouldn’t be surprising to be honest… Considering all the other mystical and magical stuff this franchise has…

[le-trash-prince]

OF Episode 8 Thoughts

I’m sorry but I cannot deal with Ray. I cannot. I CAN’T DEAL WITH HIM. I could complain about every single thing Ray did this episode but that would take a whole post and it would mostly be me just repeating myself.

Love seeing sad heartbroken Boston drinking alone at the bar while looking at the one picture he and Nick had together. 💖

Boston x Atom is the hookup I would not have predicted a day ago and yet here we are. I support you chasing tail, Atom, but also I wish you knew what you were getting into doing that right in front of Nick’s face and I hope you don’t get murdered.

Also it was HILARIOUS watching Nick try to have a normal conversation with Boston as if he didn’t grossly violate Boston’s privacy on multiple occasions. I love that little guy.

I’m so glad Sand went to the party to be a wingman to his roommate’s stalker situation instead of just “I think I would have a good time at this party” that everyone was afraid about from last week’s preview

I ship Sand x Sand’s Freddie Mercury bi soulmate more than SandRay at this point tho. Like they could have had something but RAY. And you know when the guy is immediately like “I’m not getting involved in this,” that he would have been solid. He would not have messed around. TALK ABOUT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY

I feel bad that Sand keeps trying to set boundaries and create distance between him and Ray and Ray keeps stomping all over those boundaries. Like Sand is trying, I can see that he’s trying, but it’s not enough. I may rant more about this later.

I really liked the scene of Mew at the bookshop, and I liked how his shirt felt like inverse colors of what he’d worn at the shop with Top. I may make a separate post for this if someone else hasn’t already done it.

It hurts seeing Mew revenge era turn into Mew self destruction era, but I guess that’s where revenge gets you 😔

Mew kissing Ray right in front of Top’s sad wet face was nasty as hell (positive)

Top “I don’t care if Mew ends up with me as long as he’s happy” he’s really switched places with Ray at this point

Top showed his simp side big time this episode. I feel his pain tho watching Mew go down this road 😔 But if I were Mew I’d be pissed off if I woke up to find my pants off and my ex cuddling me, and that single action may undo everything Top did to take care of Mew lmfao

I really enjoyed seeing Cheum snap, and I am SO interested in what she said about her and Boston being third wheels to Ray and Mew. We’ve seen them being less than mediocre friends to Ray, and the easy assumption there is that they’re tired of being babysitters. But has Ray’s crush on Mew been the only reason he’s hung around the group for all these years? Have Boston and Cheum spent years feeling like they didn’t really matter to him? I love this thread and I hope we get more of it.

I also really feel for Cheum being upset about her friend group falling to pieces. Like yes, it’s a shitty and imperfect group, but sometimes that’s all you have, and losing it can suck.

On the ep 9 Preview:

I haven’t had a chance to go through the tags yet but I hope other ppl caught on coz WHAT IF DADDY DAN IS THE DADDY IN BOSTON’S PHONE????

This is me asking for a BostonNickDan threesome please just SOMEONE have a threesome

[wawamouse]

wip wednesday! incomprehensible style:

Here are the last lines** of each of my wips:

**I am not writing ANY of these fics in order, so the last line means the last line in the actual document. Some of them are more like writing guidelines and might not be in the final draft LOL

In the Course of Destiny ch.2

Carmy doesn’t respond to the what, instead blinking and then squinting at Miguel. “Have you been hooking up with someone?” He sounds amused, tilting the cup still held in Miguel’s toward himself and peering inside. He leans over, giving the contents a sniff before grabbing Miguel’s chin and turning his face to catch a nonexistent light. “You have lipstick on your face.”

Timeloop AU

“It was something Rebadow said, that first day,” Alvarez said with a dry smile. “He said, you know, young people these days—we battle with who we are. So I’m stuck in this loop, right? I’m thinking, God must want me to find myself. But what the fuck else is there left to discover?” “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Desire Path (s2 canon divergence):

“Don’t look at me, bro,” Miguel said, going over to the sink as Chico stepped to the side. In the mirror, he saw Chico glance at his dick pretty much immediately. “Man, you don’t have anything I’ve never seen before,” he said.

Hotel Artemis AU:

“But I bet you something else,” Ryan said, edging closer. His voice dropped. “You know who it is, don’t you?” “Rivera?” Miguel shot Ryan a could look, but didn’t deny it outright. He knew it wouldn’t work on O’Reily; whatever had happened, they still knew each other too well for that.   “I don’t suppose you’d tell me.” “Nah.” Miguel shrugged. “No idea.”

The Midnight Sun AU (still a mess 😔):

Guerra laughed, beads of sweat catching in the lines that appeared around his eyes. “You curious? You want to get down with me?” he said, and rolled up onto an elbow. “You’re kinda hot, you know. I’d do you.” “Oh, fuck off,” Miguel said, but he couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

[notsofine]

Hi, I'm wondering how you juggle your mental health issues with being a parent. Were you unwell when you had children? Are you worried your mental health problems might have an impact on your kids? As someone with long-term mental health issues but without children, I often wonder about my peers who do have kids. I hope your new psychiatrist can be of some help

My mental health issues have been long standing but I was in a pretty good place before having kids. I worked 5 days a week, was at the gym or pool daily, had a good, solid routine in place that worked. It kept me on track, it kept me safe.

Something about pregnancy threw everything out of whack. I struggled through horrific post partum anxiety with my first but I made it out the other side after a year and my child thrived. With my second things were difficult from the get go (unprepared, difficult pregnancy and traumatic birth) and that is when I really started to struggle.

We had supports put into place pretty early for our well-being and my children are a huge protective factor. I would never ask for help for myself but knowing that if I am not okay it affects my girls makes me much more likely to reach out when I realise things aren’t travelling too well.

I had no clue how big a trigger having kids would be for me so I do a lot work with my psychologist and make a big effort to validate, co regulate and show up the way I want to; essentially try as hard as possible to make sure their childhood was nothing like mine. My therapist reminds me that having lived it means I am more likely be able to empathise and validate how they are feeling and work with them instead of against them and when it comes to my girls if I feel like I’m drowning and I don’t know what I’m doing, I stop and ask. I mess up, I own it, I apologise, no buts.

Do I worry? Of course I do 😔 I worry my “faulty genes” have been passed down, when I see them pick a fight or throw something I worry it’s from modelling me, when I see them unable to regulate I worry that I haven’t done my job at teaching them these skills, I worry that they will one day start wondering why mummy is different, I keep a look out for signs of neurodivergence, anxiety; so many fears. So many worries. Can I keep them safe, how do I explain that the world can be so cruel. It never stops.

Sorry I got a bit side tracked 😅

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

⚠ CW: addiction, drugs  ⚠  

So.... Irena was there. I found it totally strange that his ex always showed up here. Already during our last confrontation with her, in that one club, I noticed how Daniel’s struggling to say something against her or just can’t prevail against Irena. But I never really complained, because if I remember the fights with Philip.....I always had a hard time defending myself. And I think Irena’s just like P.. They are both very assertive & decisive. And Daniel is more like me, quiet & reserved. I thought maybe he felt as pressured by her, as I did with Philip? But this was not quite true. 

Before interfering in their intimate conversation, I overheard Daniel and Irena a bit.🤢

Daniel: Can you please just sit down? Stop sniffing around and don’t touch her things, or mine!

Irena: A lot has changed here! Her stuff’s all over the place! Why doesn't that bother you?

Daniel: Idk what you mean? And her things are lying around here because she lives here! With me! 

Irena: You’re not well, I realize that immediately!... How can you let this happen? Your eyes look so tired, Dan. You look like a walking corpse. I feel pain in my heart for you. 😟 You know, I wanna stay with you to help you.

Daniel: I don’t need your help! What are you even doing here? I was pretty busy! 🤨 You interrupted us when you rang. 😠

Irena: Why are you so testy? I just want to talk to you and be there for you.

Daniel: Why? I don’t need you! And you can’t give me what I need.

Irena: Tell me what you need!

Daniel: Seriously? 😄 ... I need that damn skag to work! You have some with you?🤨... Probably not, so you can’t give me what I need. 🤷‍♂️

Irena: You’ll never get that from me!!... But I can give you what you deserve. Love and a life without pain. Don’t you want to finally have your peace from all this fucking mess and live a normal, happy life? And you know yourself, only I can do this for you!

Daniel: I-....Idk what you want? 🤷‍♂️ What’s wrong with you? Are you sick or something? Are you ok? Honestly now!

Irena: Don’t you get it, Daniel? I love you! I want us to have what we once had. We were so happy and I miss you! 😟

Daniel: But we broke up 8 months ago and our lives went on, you were happy without me, what’s gotten into you? 🤨

Irena: That was a big mistake! 🤦‍♀️ I should never have left you! I just left you here alone with all the crap you did. And for a while it felt liberating and good, to be away from all that shit, but being away from you felt wrong! When I saw you with her on your B-day.....that hurt me so much!

Daniel: Yeah. 😕 I felt the same that day. I mean, I noticed you were jealous and you weren’t.....well or Idk?....I don’t want to hurt you again, but I can’t just leave her to be with you.

Irena: Why not? You want the same as me! We can do it! I’m going to fix you.

Daniel: I didn’t see that coming!.. I-...I can’t just change everything overnight. 😦

Irena: Please, let me back to you! 😭 I need you and you me!

Daniel: Calm down first! 😕.....I’m so sorry. 😔

Daniel (to me): We shouldn’t have opened the door. 🙁

Me: Why? 😟 Because you weren’t done with what we both just did, before you go back to her? 😧

Daniel: No! 😦 I don’t want it to end with us.

Me: But you can’t help it because you love her? 😢

Daniel: I just don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. 🤦‍♂️

Me: But you hurt me! I heard everything! You don’t want me! 😞

Daniel: I didn’t say that a single time!.....Give me a moment, please, and we’ll sort this out.

Irena: Daniel? Stay with me! She wants to leave!

Me: I’m about to puke! 😨 A few minutes ago you loved me and now everything is broken. 😭

Irena: Ugh, you can quit now. 🤨 Just go home to your parents.

Me: Fuck you! 😠 You go to Dominick and let him comfort you again.

Irena: Oh, he told you about this! 🤨... Now listen to me you crazy druggy! Let me tell you something about Daniel! Do you know what kind of fight that was for me with him? Daniel was never home! He was constantly off, at some drug parties or clubs, while I was busting my ass for him. I had 3 fucking jobs! He spent all our money on drugs. I came home, tired, every day and just wanted to sleep to come to rest. Because I knew, if Daniel’s not at home until 10 pm, he will call me in the middle of the night, to pick him up from somewhere. He was so drugged, that he couldn’t drive his car anymore. He used to hang out somewhere in a club, totally high & half dead and around him, or on top of him, were some doped up bitches! 😠 I had to drag all those women off him first, so I could get to him! Of course, he didn’t notice any of this, which made it all the more difficult for me to talk to him about it. He didn’t even know, what he did or with whom! You know? And that was just a small part of his.... best ofs. 🤨 And now tell me, if you, who is exactly like him, will manage this?...You’ll both end up dead in a gutter.

Me (to Daniel): Is that true? 😦 You really slept with all those women you didn’t know? 😟

Daniel: I-...Ikd what I really did or why they were around me?? 😟 But I don’t think I had sex with all these women in.... a club.🤨... But you’re not like that, and neither am I. Not anymore!

Irena: Daniel doesn’t really love you, no matter what he said or promised you, he can’t keep it. I’ve known him for three years, he’s just having some fun with you. He’s gonna let you down. You can’t rely on him. 🤷‍♀️

Me: Why are you here, if he was such a burden to you? 🤨

Irena: I love him! I can't sit by and watch you kill him. You two even got Dominick hooked. 😠

Daniel: Dominick stole our drugs and did this shit all by himself! But I still tried to talk him out of it. Why don’t you go and take care of him? 🤷‍♂️

Me (to D.): Are you jealous of them? You just lied to me! The truth is, you want her and not me! 😩 😭... ..You asshole, you made me hurt Philip! When he needed me the most. 🤦‍♀️

Daniel: He has a baby with another! What does that have to do with me? And I didn’t lie to you! I swear!

Me: You can’t even tell her to leave! What are you waiting for? If you don’t want her anymore, then finally kick her out and tell her. Or I’ll leave! Rn!

Daniel: No, please don’t leave! You always want to run away!...I want to be with you! Not with-.....with her. 😕

Irena: Fuck you both!..... And you Daniel, you lie to yourself! Ugh, I’m off here!

Daniel (to me): I can explain everything to you.

Me: Stay away from me! You didn’t tell her to fuck off! 😞

Daniel: Why? She left by herself! It wasn’t necessary to tell her.

Me: But for me! For me it was necassary! I wanted to see and hear how you tell her that she should never come here again, because you love me and not her!

I didn’t want to see Daniel for a few hours and hid in the bedroom. All this seemed like a dejavu to me. Philip & this Natasha...😠  And speaking of Philip, I’m about to see him. I went to Sandra and he was there. I thought P. and S. had something going on? But Sandra just asked Philip for help. It was about the baby bed. Anyway, I’m gonna have a really big fight with Philip. I wanted him and Sandra to lend me money so I could buy drugs. 😬 🤦‍♀️ 

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[rosenallies]

drag racer au 👀👀

1. “We need to stop the bleeding – now!”

the way this happened to me not that long ago <3 except I didn’t have anyone there to help me and had to drive myself to the ER with all the windows down in my car bc the sight of my own blood was making me nauseous 💀🤭

Cw for blood 🩸 😔🥺

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“Fuck!” Marcia yelled, clutching onto their finger, the knife they were wiping down falling to the floor with a clang.

Like they were stood right next to her, Anetra and Sasha appeared out of nowhere, Sasha’s eyes wide.

“What happened?” Sasha demanded to know, reaching for them.

“I-I cut my finger while I was cleaning off that knife,” they cried, thick tears smearing their mascara.

Anetra hung back, letting Sasha take the lead, reaching for Marcia again. “Darling, you have to let me see,” she spoke softly like she was talking to a frightened animal.

“I-I can’t, I’m scared. Its bleeding so much!”

“I know, baby, just let me see.”

Marcia clutched their injured hand, little droplets of blood falling onto the tile from in between their fingers as they whimpered.

“Marc, let Sasha see,” Anetra tried, swallowing down her own nausea. She’d seen herself bleed many times before, but because it was Marcia, she felt sick to her stomach.

Slowly stepping toward Sasha, Marcia uncovered their hand, the mess of blood making it impossible to see the wound clearly. All Sasha knew was that the bleeding had to stop. “Neech, we need to stop the bleeding now, please go get the first aide kit from the bathroom- okay, love, we’re gonna rinse your hand, okay? Can we do that? We’ll use a gentle stream, just so I can clean off the blood and I can see, can we please do that?”

Nodding, Marcia let her guide them to the sink, turning on the sink lightly. “Go ahead. Do you want help?”

“Please,” Marcia replied, stuck in one spot.

“Okay, I’ll be gentle, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Slowly, Sasha guided Marcia’s hand under the sink, the water turning a light pink as the blood rushed down the drain. Right there, in the middle of their pinkie was a perfect slice going right down the middle. Luckily, everything was still attached, but it was clear they’d need a stitch or two.

“Darling, don’t be frightened but I’m gonna wrap it nice and good for you and then Netra and I will take you to the ER, okay?”

Marcia’s face turned white. “T-the hospital? Sasha, I don’t wanna-“

“Shh, shh, shh, love, we’ll be with you the whole time, you’ll probably only need a single stitch or two, nothing crazy, okay?”

Lip wobbling, Marcia reluctantly agreed. “Okay, as long as you and Netra come.”

“We will,” Anetra assured them, handing off the first aide kit to Sasha who diligently dabbed the wound clean again and wrapped it in gauze, pressing a little kiss to it for good measure.

“Okay, let’s go get you fixed up, princess, okay?”