#but since the older messages are reposted and these comments are not

[gemkun]

one thing that has pestered me for a while is the subject of ratio's age and his birthday. the latter isn't as important so i will focus on the former.

i think most people agree he's somewhere in his 30s or later but after reading these it got me thinking what if he is in fact younger. he proved professor rond's conjecture in middle school which as the mathematician's letter also states is the time veritas was recommended to the university of veritas prime. he also explicitly mentions that ratio learns at a staggering speed which could hint at the equation being solved roughly around his earlier years of high school which puts him around 14 — 15 if we use china's middle school education system. so , let's say he was enrolled at 15.

from here , i believe he went beyond and partook in several doctorates at once which is actually possible it is just unthinkable and highly inadvisable. but veritas ratio took on the challenge and earned a title that had been unclaimed for two amber eras. if this is the case , then the second message and looking at the user id must indicate that veritas had been present for 10 years at the university — as a student and as a teacher. he would have achieved his doctorates 6 — 8 years after his admission into university and since he was directly eligible to teach , we can say he has been teaching for 2 years since he was a ta prior to this and was notorious as an assistant alone. which puts him at an age of 25 years old.

this means that with his accolades and numerous achievements , he is only in his mid — 20s.

[koiiiji]

windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 2)

warnings : smut part with wooin but i tried to make it more sensual then sexy, prob fluffiest stuff i ever wrote, as usual it might be ooc, not proofed read on your own risk!!)🧣💞🦢

thank you all guys for 287 followers!!(i wrote when it was 260!!) i hope my works makes your day a lil bit better and set some mood. i really appreciate all likes, reposts and especially!! comments and replies, in love with @sugardollie-907 @hjunsjoy @cozyunderworld @dialoguestetatet and wildylisa but idk why i can’t tag((( and so so many other people who comment (but i swear this holy five lives rent free in my comment section and it such a blessing🙏🏻)

thank you to every-everyone who supporting me, my works, it’s so gratifying to come here and see all notifications about your feedbacks!! also want to say thanks to all wb authors who ever posted and posting!! another source of motivation and inspiration🫵🏻😌💋💯🎀

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

vinny - a friend’s sister. you were definetely dom's or jay's sister, and vinny was so annoyed by you in the first place. not because of your personality or you annoyed him directly, but you were that "genious" in your sport, and vinny unitentionally compared you to jay jo, who were gifted with talent from birth. he was angry or annoyed to the point of goosebumps, he didn't even understand exactly what he was feeling, but he understood that this was a very strong storm of emotions and he was fixated on you. honestly? when your brother watches your competitions or casually tells about your successes, Vinny records it in his memory and will congratulate you later(dom as an older brother will 100% hype you up, fight me. he would show his phone to hummingbird crew with tearing puppy eyes “look, my lil gremlin winning those competition of hers”🥹🥹)Vinny would rather die by biting his neck than admit his feelings to someone, so it happens accidentally, maybe your chat went further than congratulating each other on winning competitions or your calls to him to find out where your brother is hanging around today. but because you were tired after the competition, you fell asleep leaving the chat open and not responding to his messages, leaving him on read. not to say that Vinny was offended by you, he just snapped at you for 3 days in a row, refusing to respond to messages. you had to take the situation into your own hands and hold his hand after another training and talk. “ta hell you want?” he said, frowning down at you. “just to talk and clearly” - you explained the situation to him and told him why you didn't answer, but since Vinny didn't know how to apologize and he had certain trust issues, it turned into another skirmish. it was evening and it was unnoticeable how the clouds thickened and the rain began to fall, but it didn't seem to bother two of you much because you were standing and yelling at each other for a reason you both didn't understand. Vinny's patience had always been zero, but now it seemed as if he was on the verge of reaching another stage of rabies. while you were shouting at him that you didn't understand why he started this quarrel at all, he just exhaled irritably and unknowingly blurted out “FUCK! because i was worried about you!!” as the argument reached its peak, Vinny's frustration peaked, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and apprehension. yet, amidst the chaos of their exchange, a surge of emotion overcame him, compelling him to act on the impulse he'd long suppressed. with a sudden surge of courage, Vinny closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. eyes met, mirroring the intensity of emotions, as Vinny leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. the rain continued to fall, its gentle rhythm enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy as you melted into each other's embrace. Vinny’s body pressed to yours, rain-soaked and trembling, as the warmth of the spring evening mingled with the cool touch of the rain. in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the night lights and the soothing patter of raindrops, time seemed to stand still. the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two bodies locked in a passionate embrace. as your lips parted, a sense of relief washed over, breaths mingling with the cool night air as you savored the sweetness of the moment. in the gentle caress of the rain and the warmth of each other's touch, you found solace, knowing that despite the storm raging around two of you, they were anchored in the calm of their love. as you kissed beneath the spring evening sky, a sense of peace washed over them, the tension of their argument melting away with each tender caress. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the rain and the comforting glow of city lights, they found solace in each other's arms, their love renewed and strengthened by the storm they weathered together.

wooin - fake relationship. he commited it in the first place. since his work wasn’t permanent and he was constantly on the move, hanging here and there, Wooin thought it would be nice to have something permanent in his life. he needed excuse to tell his family why he can’t visit them on weekends - his girlfriend doesn’t feel well. them asking him all this “start a family” questions? sorry, y/n isn’t ready yet. some unforeseen situations? oh, y/n can be his trusted person. something didn't go according to plan? he can rely on y/n, if it isn’t something too difficult or dangerous. as a substitute he will gift you something, or will took you somewhere, thanking you for being his backup. genuinely it wasn’t something like friends with benefits, no, you two clearly share a bond, but it was something on the edge, as everybody thought you were dating. and in fact all this acts, you being his backup, him giving you small gifts, taking you on dates, sharing a bed - it all feels more like a relationship. but you never had this conversation, after another hot sex you could fall asleep together, for sure, but in the morning one of you definitely woke up in an empty bed. of course, it also happened that you woke up together, but in the morning Wooin was simply unbearable, and more often it ended with too caustic jokes. and it was always on the edge, you weren't in a relationship, you weren't friends, you weren't strangers, you were all together at once. at some point, it started to get exhausting. you noticed it first, but Wooin started talking about it first... well not actually talk, but mutter in the crook of your neck… today’s sex was different, the encounter was filled with a blend of sensuality and intensity, both of you asserting your desires while maintaining a balance of power. you bite each other, when it feels like too much, but immediately kissing and licking bite place, each of you tried to get leading role while another didn’t let it happen. today, Wooin's approach was different - not sloppy, fast and erratically, but slower, more deliberate, his touch gentle yet his thrusts firm. you were suffocating in his arms, and it seemed to him that he was drowning in the smell of your hair, your moans, how you trembled slightly from his hands on your chest, hips and neck. Wooin burrowed his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and sniffing your scent. it was intoxicating, that feeling when you were next to him, when his hands slid over your body, your soft sobs, how the emotions on your pretty face changed depending on his pace. now, with his whole body pressed against you from behind, one hand holding your hip, and the other between your head and the pillow, his palm rested on your collarbones. while he was slowly sinking into you, and you were smiling and almost purring with pleasure, he caught himself thinking that he liked your smile. he likes to spend time with you, he likes to use an excuse in front of his parents and call you his girlfriend. his. Wooin liked the idea of you being his. he liked you. along with these thoughts, his pace increased, now he was digging his fingers into your thigh, and the other hand slid to your breast, squeezing it a little harder. you were both lost in your pleasure as you moaned louder and louder, he pressed his nose harder into your neck, whispering something that you couldn't make out. at one moment, he lifted his head, biting your earlobe, and pulling it slightly towards him, in a burst of emotion, he whispered "i like you"*

kwon - stranger to lovers/soulmetes - for the first time it seemed like someone corsed you. you moved to new flat in different district of Seul and now it was time to transport your stuff from old flat. everything started when you recieved message from a men who drove the car with your stuff, saying that he is stuck on a street because there are some stupid cycling competition and usual road is closed. amazing, you already were so stressed and here some cycling competition, but thankfully in the evening you finally recieved your stuff, mostly some boxes, small and big. when you were about to pick another heavy box you felt that it seemed strangely light. when you rise your eyes you saw a young man around your age. you thanked him for helping and he turned out to be almost your neighbor, one floor above and to the left of your neighbor's wall. next time you saw Kwon Hyeok in evelator…and you two were stuck there…for 3 hours…you were about to meet with your friends and, as you learned later, he was about to pick something to eat in nearest market. week later you met him in random cafe, where you decided to have a dinner alone, the owner of the cafe came up to you, saying that all the seats are occupied, but since you are alone, there was an empty place, behind the bar, just next to a guy your age (the old man grinned and has obviously already married you two in his head) so when you sat down carefully and apologized for the intrusion, you recognized that it was Kwon. you ordered your food and few drinks, and had a nice time together. and after a month of such unexpected encounters, you began to suspect 2 things - either fate brings you together, or he is a stalker. thankfully when you ran into each other again in the same cafe and drank a lot more this time, you admitted that you suspected him, and he, in turn, thought the same - that you were weird stalker girl who followed him around, and in that evening you laughed together from many things. when it was time to leave he understood that you were so drunk that you couldn’t even stand straight, so he took you by the elbow, hugged you with his free hand a little bit higher than your waist and led you home. along the way, of course, you mumbled something about how you like one handsome boy and he seemed like not paying attention to you and probably not even interested and why you're still alone…and then, under the soft glow of streetlights, amidst the hushed whispers of the night, it happened. in a moment that felt both inevitable and surreal, your lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the bond that had been silently growing between you. in that stolen moment, amid the chaos of the city, you found solace in each other's arms, knowing that fate had finally brought you together as more than just strangers in passing.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

* i’m sorry, i don’t really know how to finish this part with wooin, as it already feels too ooc, it was more self inserted, like i was inspired by my latest situationship, bc i was in fucking same situation(it didn’t end well) , and it’s still kinda my roman empire, so i leave space for your imagination… if u don’t mind of course…🥹

[coulsonlives]

PSA: CAT MEDICAL BILL SCAM

Please signal boost this if possible to inform your followers about these scams.

Earlier today, I got a message from the account nicole-loves-king, where they asked me to signal boost a post because their cat needed medical help. Here's the ask:

(And you can see the post in question here)

I looked at this post and was immediately put off because they were asking for people to send things through 'friends and family', which if you aren't aware, is a very insecure way to send someone funds using paypal, because you don't have the protections you would get if you used 'goods and services'. So scammers can make off w your money really easily.

I looked at their blog and scrolled down to the end, and I realized their blog was made today! And, all their posts (there weren't many posts to begin with lol) were of trending topics. I noted puss in boots, and welcome to nightvale among others. This is probably how they found me, because I reblogged some of that stuff recently.

Here's the time stamp from their oldest post (notice it says the time, not the date, which means the post was from today):

In their ask, they also tell you to answer privately. Hm, that seems sus. Why would someone not want you to publish a request for help?

So I have a policy where I don't signal boost posts from brand new blogs because, yknow, they could be scams. I posted this, and the scam account blocked me. They also blocked my friend when they replied to their ask and said their blog looked suspicious. I did some more digging, and I found a comment from someone that confirmed my suspicions:

This is in fact a scam!

@nicstonka is almost identical to the above account (nicole-loves-king). Look at the avatar, the pictures, and the paypal address, both accounts even have 'nic' (as in 'nicole') in the name. The only thing that is extremely different is the name of the cat! Yet both blogs also have the name of the cat in their url ('king' and 'tonka'). That should also be a red flag, because usually someone isn't gonna have the name of their pet in their url, only a few posts, and a signal boost for that exact (fake) pet.

Here's a side by side:

Looks at those paypal accounts: nbrunelle519, and nbrunelle391. Nope definitely not a scam /s

And the cat pictures side by side:

Tumblr's "scam" tag is actually full of these reports now, which you can see here. Or if there's nothing there anymore, click here and here for images.

And links to some older PSAs about other cat scams: 1 2 3

So if you see any blogs like this, where all they have is trending posts, it seems like they've copied and pasted an ask to you, or if they're asking you to send things via friends and family, vet them so so so carefully, because chances are you're walking into a scam. Don't just repost things without carefully checking! If you aren't in a position to check carefully, better safe than sorry: don't repost it! Don't let these scams spread.

Pro tip: If a blog is dash only, so you can't view their archive to see when their first post was made, and you're on desktop, you can just open the blog in its dashboard view, then click 'end' on your keyboard over and over until all their posts are loaded. Usually if it's a spam blog, you'll only need to click 'end' 5-6 times, sometimes a bit more, since they only post just enough times to give the appearance they're active, then there's absolutely nothing after that.

If you want more proof someone is a scammer, you can look at the currency they use their post (or the currency shown in the vet bill), then hover over the paypal link and inspect the part of the url that says 'country.x=AA'. The 'AA' is the abbreviation for the country your money is going to! If that country doesn't match the country of the currency shown in the post, it's a scam! Example: someone's post says '$' for USD/CAD dollars, but the country in their paypal link is 'PH', which stands for Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos, not dollars!

Also keep in mind that these are not bots! There is a real person behind these accounts. They have replied to people who wanted to confirm they were real, but their intentions are still to scam you, they just know it looks better if they reply.

Stay safe!!

Edit:

Updating this post to announce the scammer's made more blogs, and they're probably gonna keep doing it! Here's the list so far. This isn't up to date btw, go to @scamarchive and check their pinned post for the most recent detected blogs

turncoatrune, starlightdisc, xxmy, wxnt, eeyore-pg, coatedpeanbean, starrypanelstars, panelstars, scyllostyle, the-nonbinary-witch, aash-aash, leechness, ash-aahs, commandobutch, lovely-pages, pagefive-to-six, reconnecteed, five-and-fourty, stepsapphic, farmer-butch0, health-pages, turnersapphic, lxve, march-pls-be-good, emberful, imse7en, kassidymaygemz, kassidymaydream, dreamingkassidy, kasdream, live-march, confusedskulll, march-lives, criticaltuesday, quicksilvah, wrldy, quicksilveey, the-stucked-pan, flurrbum, o345, nxce, thls, hokkairi, sykdykee, furrtasticbu, bumfurry, supsense, wickdart, the90sbest

Keep in mind you may not receive an ask like the above ones. You may get something simpler like this, instead:

Most of these are cats, but there's been dogs and even people too.

If you wanna get even more info on all these accounts, there's an archive of this scammer's pinned posts and asks here, so you can see at a glance how similar they all are. You can also see a comprehensive list of scammer red flags specifically for tumblr here!

And lastly, you can report the scams using 'report something else' > 'unlawful uses or content' > 'phishing'

[lintwriting]

I'm making this post to compile the Weibo allegations against Jullian Champenois, the voice actor for Kim Kitsuragi, since I found navigating the screenshots to be a bit confusing. I've translated some of them to the best of my ability and would definitely be open to others reviewing these translations for errors, as I am Chinese American and therefore could be missing some cultural context. I've linked to Chinese definition websites to explain some of the translation choices that are more inferences.

The rest of the translations are from 阿阮 @woon__ton on twitter, who has been in contact with the original Weibo poster to ask for permission for their translated reposts, as well as permission for my repost here.

Outline of the Weibo Post

The allegations originated from a post on Weibo by a Chinese artist. The body of the post contains a summary of their experience, and attached are:

Screenshots of their personal Instagram DMs with Jullian

A screenshot of an older post where they express feeling weary about Jullian's DMs

Screenshot of vent messages demonstrating how this experience has affected their work.

After posting, other commenters chimed in with similar experiences, and this caused the original poster to update the original post.

They first updated it with a screenshot showing them blocking Jullian Champenois

Next, a testimony from a commenter

A second testimony from another commenter

Screenshots of DMs from that second commenter

*Update: Additional testimony from the original poster

The Body of the Original Weibo Post

Below will be screenshots of the body of the original Weibo post, with translations from @woon__ton on twitter.

(via 阿阮 @woon__ton on twitter)

This text was later edited to update about the additional testimonies and to add greater context. The added context explains how the Weibo poster could tell that Jullian Champenois's DMs were targeted, unprofessional, and sexual in nature, as the poster had gone through a similar situation before with another creator. The updated context is translated below.

* I realized something was wrong so quickly because I had a similar experience at the end of 2019. Scott lobdell, a DC comic writer and screenwriter of Happy Death Day, came back to like my drawings and privately messaged me after I followed him on Instagram. His account at that time was nuked (chinese internet slang for when accounts get banned or suddenly have all their content taken down) [so I can't access the logs anymore], so I don’t remember the content of the chat, but for specific news discussions, you can google the keyword “Scott Lobdell sex harrasment”. This situation is very common in the industry. They deliberately prey on people from their fan lists.

For context, Scott Lobdell, from what I can tell, would hit on young female artists working at the same cons as him, both in person and in text messages, with implications of him holding his position in the industry over them.

Although the Weibo poster can no longer access the log of Scott's harassment of them because his account got banned/deleted (at least, I think that's what the usage of 'nuke' is saying, they could also be saying that their own account got nuked), they note how their chat with Jullian Champenois was reminiscent of the same conversation they had with Scott Lobdell—a man known and 'retired' for his harassment of young female artists.

Lobdell's harassment is a good example for context due to how he demonstrates the inappropriateness of 'flirting' and hitting on young female artists in professional contexts.

1. Screenshots of their personal DMs with Jullian Champenois

Below are the screenshots of the Instagram DMs the Weibo Poster had with Julllian Champenois. Note the profile picture, as his profile picture will look the same across other screenshots with him in it.

Also note the way the conversation starts out polite, focused on both of their respective arts. Then he shifts the conversation to sexual topics, first by mentioning his explicit song, then by suddenly bringing up an explicit art account, @ken_chk, they were both following. The Weibo poster steers the conversation away from these topics.

They also mention this in the comments, but they find the fact that he asked their age, ethnicity, and sexuality afterwards to also be suspicious/sexual in nature. The sentiment being "Why would the artist's age matter?" or "Why would you fixate on me potentially being 17 years old when I've mentioned college graduation finals?" or "Why would you ask that if not for sexual reasons?"

@woon__ton on twitter notes that he is seemingly consistently looking for college aged girls, and other commenters/victims got the sense that the strange insistent questions about nationality were related to "yellow fever."

2. Weibo Screenshot of an older post where they express feeling weary about Jullian's Dms

The next attached photo was a screenshot of a Weibo post the Weibo poster had made in 2023. I'm assuming that in this screenshot that they're talking about Jullian Champenois, since this whole post is about him.

First I'll be transcribing the translation. Then I'll be clarifying the idioms/translation choices with asterisks, before giving an overall summary of the screenshot.

Feel free to skip to the 2. Summary section, as the translation clarification section is a little long.

“It reminds me a bit of my PTSD, the last time I was praised in private [instagram] DMs it was the Scott Lobdell [situation] where [he] later disappeared from the internet for some reason[.] I don't remember the reasoning, but at the time I had suddenly felt that he was kind of creepy so I indirectly lost my interest on Jason Todd(桶 is the Chinese nickname of Todd/Red Hood, Lobdell was the writer of n52 Redhood comic). It was not a good experience haha..." * "I feel that there is a cultural difference where Chinese people may take getting sent private messages out of nowhere a bit harder. It may also be a me problem. Maybe I am a Sakura girl at heart (internet slang, sakura is the culture symbol of Japan so it’s the nickname of Japanese girl, they tend to be a little bit more shy and social in a more careful and polite way to avoid offending anyone, no negative meaning behind this). uneasy desu ('I am anxious' but using the word desu to stand in for "I am")" "I don't remember the timeline, but it seemed like someone in the industry accused him of sexually harassing young female artists." “As a result, even when I am excited, I am still very wary of people because I have become disillusioned."

*UPDATE: I have updated this post''s translation with clarification from the Weibo poster.

I translated a phrase as "pulled up carrot," but it was actually the transliteration of Scott Lobdell's name into Chinese. I translated a phrase as "climbing the wall" "bucket," but it was actually the Chinese fandom term for 'no longer liking' and the Chinese name for Jason Todd.

In addition, I translated Sakura Girl as (slang based on Japanese animation, meaning a delicately stupid young girl) but the poster has clarified that Sakura girl is not supposed to have a deprecating connotation. The focus is on shyness or politeness, not stupidity!

I will keep my first translations in the next few paragraphs in to maintain transparency and to keep some necessary information, but they are no longer accurate. The paragraphs in brackets can be skipped over.

[[[[[The full idiom goes "the pulled up carrot also pulls up mud," or the idea that investigating a criminal who was arrested first can lead to the exposure of other criminals. The same way pulling a carrot out will pull loose some dirt, exposing one person may also dig up dirt on their associates.

With the mention of "later disappeared from the internet," I think the Weibo poster was referencing Scott Lobdell, whose account was nuked and who also had privately DM'd them with praise/sexual advances. The implication could be that the last time they got DM'd like this, it was in a creepy way and they were too afraid to speak out for fear of getting attacked/exposed themselves. Or that he disappeared to avoid getting exposed. This paragraph is a little unclear.

The 'pulled up carrot' situation might also have something to do with the explicit artist, ken_chk, mentioned in the DMs with Jullian. The weibo poster clarifies in a later edit that they didn't censor @ken_chk's handle in the screenshots because ken_chk was also embroiled in a sexual scandal involving targeting his fans.

"*About why I didn't delete the artist Ken mention in the chat history—because he was the reason why I raised the alarm. One of the reasons is that I read something about his character on Weibo about a few months ago. I just forgot to unfollow him on Instagram. I can’t find any evidence about what he did, but the Internet has testimonies, so I won't write it off." "* Regarding the artist Ken, the matter has been issued with the consent of the person involved. According to the person involved, Ken will also select fans to target. Please see the person’s experience for details"

So another implication could be that Jullian bringing up such a shady person in the DMs unprompted demonstrates his shady associations. Jullian is the 'carrot pulling up the mud' by doing so.

For context, the poster had felt the need to disavow ken_chk by clarifying that they had only been still following ken_chk by accident. Jullian still following him and even bringing him up unprompted could be a bad look in light of the similar allegations of misconduct surrounding both him and ken_chk.

I am unsure though, as I am not very familiar with this idiom, nor am I familiar with the allegations against ken_chk listed here. I could be totally misinterpreting this line of the post and the ken_chk edit, as I've had to infer some pronouns and commas that weren't originally there due to the nature of Chinese grammar.

'Climbing the wall,' in addition to cheating, can seem to mean getting over obstacles in various contexts, like getting over the firewall to pirate stuff. However, I've translated it as 'cheating' as there's the word "bucket" that follows it. Bucket is also a word for 'trash,' so it'd make sense to translate it as 'cheating trash.'

Later another victim who responded in the comments accounted that by sexually harassing them, Jullian Champenois was also potentially cheating on his girlfriend that they knew he had at the time, lending more credence to the idea that wall climbing comment is about Jullian, though I am still unsure.]]]]]

2. Summary Section

I think this post was first made right after Jullian first messaged the Weibo poster with the innocent messages about their art back in October 2023, months before the more recent sexual DMs from him on March 30th, 2024.

Despite the polite nature of these October DMs, the Weibo poster was weary of Jullian's DMs in this first 2023 post, mentioning how in the past they had gotten similar DMs from Scott Lobdell, only for those complimentary DMs to later be revealed as openings for sexual advances. Their 'PTSD,' as they put it.

In addition, they note a potential cultural difference between Chinese netizens and Western/English-speaking ones. It might be a bigger deal in China to get send someone DMs. Maybe it's more intimate/intimidating/professional, in contrast to it potentially being more casual in the West.

With the summary out of the way, I do want to say that some Western netizens have responded to the later DMs with the sentiment of "these are not examples of harassment, just flirting in bad taste," but this could be related to the cultural mismatch the poster mentioned here.

Getting flirted with in the DMs is very normal to a lot of people in the West, as 'sliding into their DMs' is synonymous with flirting, but perhaps in China, either this is not the norm or Jullian's type of flirting is not the norm, especially within the context of a professional art account.

If you find yourself thinking the same way as those western netizens, I'd ask you to reframe Jullian's DMs less as a casual instagram DM, and more like a work slack or LinkedIn message from a colleague/client, as the DMs we have been/will be talking about are in the context of their own work or hiring him for work. This should help you get a better sense of why the victims felt uncomfortable.

3. Screenshot of Weibo poster's vent messages demonstrating how this has affected their work

The next attached photo was a screenshot of vent texts. I'm not sure the context of the texts, but the content is definitely about their regrets with Jullian Champenois.

Why shouldn't I just be frank and rant a little? I want to be so woke (as in another way to say clear-headed, not related to American progressive slang) that you'll see me awake, anaesthesia-free on the operating table when they cut me open[.] Do you get me[?] Well Any way you look at it, I'm miserable On top of all this, I've got a big graduation project that's in comic form. That comic was adapting the poem that is currently acting as my temporary nicotine replacement for my disco elysium withdrawals*** So I would listen to [Jullian Champenois's] songs at the time God, it hurts so much Luckily, my nicotine replacement was for another character (they're probably saying that the poem reminded them of another disco elysium character, not Kim Kitsuragi, hence their relief) For a moment there, I was thinking of to talking to him about my graduation project and about disco elysium.

*** So I'm making the assumption that the original poster is talking about a graduation project that they're working on. Since they're an artist, it's a comic that they're making. They then say something about an original poem. They use the word that means "original" in the context of adaptation, like the original book a movie is based off of. So the full phrase is 'the comic's original poem,' which I'm taking to mean that they're adapting a poem into comic form.

This is relevant because I think they're trying to say that the poem is currently the thing they're obsessing over while waiting for more Disco Elysium content. They use the term "meal replacement," which seems to be a Chinese fandom term referring to the content people look at during a fandom drought—like people hitting the end of all the Disco Elysium content out there and deciding to check out Pathologic, since they've heard that game scratches the same itch.

So I think this screenshot is supposed to be them venting their feelings about how this situation with Jullian made them feel. They want to be clear-headed about his actions, even if it makes them feel miserable. And they note how his actions have tainted their experience working on a Disco Elysium-inspired comic.

1. Screenshot of the Weibo Poster Blocking Jullian Champenois

After talking with other commenters, the Weibo poster posted their closing remarks with Jullian Champenois, especially noting how he used their work and their interest in his work as a pretense for flirting with them instead of genuine artistic interest.

2. Next, testimony from a commenter

(translation via 阿阮 @woon__ton on twitter)

阿阮 @woon__ton also notes that "If anyone questions why I didn't release the screenshots, it's because this fan suffered severe trauma and was unable to provide the original chat log."

3. A second testimony from another commenter

Hello blogger, I also suffered sexual harassment from Jullian at the end of last year. Because my friends know that I like Disco Elysium very much, [they] said [they] could give me an autograph. I was very excited and happy at the time. A few days later, Jullian himself said that he could add me on WeChat, so I could directly tell him what I wanted him to sign. I was so happy and felt very lucky. After that, he was always very polite and took the initiative to chat with me, but within a few days he started to sexually harass me. I can't find the chat records from that time, only one or two that were sent to friends. I was very disillusioned at the time…so I blocked him, but he added me on New Year's Day. After I saw your Weibo, I remembered this incident again. He was really disgusting… I loved Disco Elysium so much, but he ruined it all. Okay, I hope you can share this. He is a habitual criminal and has yellow fever, and likes to chat up Chinese girls. At the same time last year, I searched for his name on Weibo and found that many people who followed him on Instagram were greeted by him. Everyone thought he was very nice, but that‘s not the case. When I first added him, I didn't expect him to talk to me a lot. Because it was such a surprise, I expressed a lot of my love for Disco Elysium and Kim. He asked me if I knew about Kim's sexuality. When I told him that I knew, he emphasized that he was a straight man, and then asked a lot about exchanging private information. After he sexually harassed me, I couldn't even tell him off for it because my friend was_____, I was waiting until he left _____ before I could block him. After I rejected him, he was still interested in striking up another conversation. I said that I knew he had a girlfriend, and it was very strange to do this. He said that his girlfriend didn't care and knew that he was doing it, which 'was its own kind of fun.' Made me feel very sick.

4. DM Screenshots from the Second Commenter

This commenter then submitted DMs that Jullian had sent them. The original poster has shared them, noting that the profile pic is clearly Jullian's.

This commenter also commented that the friends they had mentioned also had similar experiences with Jullian Champenois, which could push the number of victims to 4+.

I'd also like to share a comment on the original Weibo post from this same commenter:

"This incident did not affect my playing of Disco Elysium (the voice will be turned off hhh), but I really felt a huge spiritual pain, like my faith was completely shattered, like the statue of the Innocence in the church turned into a smelly rotten rag."

Additions

In addition, there is a testimony from a third person not attached on the post, which @woon__ton posted on twitter. It can be found here, and it outlines how an anonymous user paid Jullian in a professional context to voice for a product for her, only for him to make an unprofessional advance on her. Although the harassment is not directly shown in the WeChat screenshot, his apology for his inappropriate behavior is shown.

This testifier would like to remain anonymous.

*5 Update: Additional Testimony from the original poster on Weibo

The original poster is emphasizing the predatory nature of Jullian's DMs, differentiating them from the "just awkward flirting" narrative that some Western/English speaking people have had in response to these allegations.

First of all, his "yellow fever" aspect of specifically asking about Chinese girls, who are often fetishized to be more shy/submissive/less likely to talk. But in this case, it's also him specifically being inappropriate with people for whom there is a language/cultural barrier, making it harder for them to speak out—either due to a literal language barrier between them and his Western audience, or the plausible deniability of all this being a 'cultural misunderstanding' (which is very unlikely, since Jullian has apparently lived in China and therefore is very aware of the norms there).

Second of all, his usage of a professional/work account to make sexual advances. Again, comparisons to the Scott Lobdell situation should be made, as they highlight why it's sleazy to use their work as an excuse/opening to make sexual advances on someone. Not only does it cross boundaries, but it's also not treating the artist with the respect they deserve as someone just trying to work.

Closing

The Weibo poster would prefer if people not follow them on Weibo over this situation, as they posted the situation on their work/professional art account, and it is painful for them to see too many notifications about this.

They also note that they still love Disco Elysium and Kim Kitsuragi and that the allegations against Jullian Champenois should not reflect on the dev team of Disco Elysium, as there were also women working on the team, etc.

With this post, I've tried my best to accurately convey the sentiments of the original poster of the Weibo without commenting on the proof or the legality or what the ramifications should be or how we should interpret this, etc (beyond a quick mention of a potential cultural clash). I'll update the post with better translations if something comes up or if anybody mentions any suggestions/clarifications.

[elextricbeauty]

Hello!!!

This is an updated version of my introduction, which will unfortunately replace my original one since I have a lot more followers. Feel free to skip it.

Welcome to my blog!!

I often post about stuff on my mind or when I'm bored, meaning my blog doesn't have a certain aesthetic at the moment. 

More often than not, I post about Lana Del Rey, but I still love other movies and may make references too.

Harry Potter 🪄

Melanie Martinez 🧚

Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children 🏚️

Fear Street 🪓

The Hunger Games 🏹

The Tudors 🗡️

The Virgin Suicides 👑

Scream 🔪

Priscilla 💄

Thirteen 🚬

Along with that, I often just use most words, and I very recently started making mood boards. 

Now for more details about me.

I am 15 years old

I am Bisexual.

My MBTI is ESTP.

I do like fan fiction so feel free to message me snippets of any work you are working on, and I will judge it fairly.

With that also said, I will not be reading any fan fiction with pedophelic relationships; this includes any universe where a person is originally 18 or older but, due to time travel, is aged down to a minor. 

I will also not be reading NSFW content, and any of that content will result in you getting blocked.

I won’t be having any of my social media accounts in this area due to the creepy men and women on the internet, but I do have Pinterest and TikTok with some of my pins and fun reposts. 

So if you're interested, please message me, and I will give you my username.

But I also recently found a master post with every unreleased Lana del Rey acapella, cover, demo, instrumental, monologue, music video, album, and song. 

Message me if you're interested. 

I also have two Spotify playlists for just-released Lana and Mel music that I have been listening to lately, so message me if you want the link to that.

My blog is supposed to be a safe place for everyone of any race, gender identity, or lifestyle. 

So please dni if you are racist, transphobic, or homophobic. 

Please don't bash ships in my comments or show hate to those who support them in my comments. 

Feel free to ask me any questions you have, and I promise I will answer them. 

I also love getting messages from people, so don't hesitate to message me if you're upset about something or just to say hi.

Anyways, thank you for reading all of that have a great day!!

[ateez-himari]

SOCIAL MEDIA UPDATE 231024

NEW TWITTER UPDATE

[NEW UPLOAD FROM HIMARI]

ATEEZ(에이티즈) @ATEEZofficial

[#히마리] Five years ago we made our debut with hearts full of anxiety, wondering if anyone would even bother showing up, and now we've just ended a world tour. At first they were strangers to me, people I was too shy to approach but now whenever someone asks about them I simply say 'my second family'. They've scolded me, cared for me, held my hand, showered me with love, dried my tears, created my smiles and played a part in raising me. We're much more than friends, we're soulmates...because in every life I would choose them, no matter where or who we are. I know Chuseok has passed but I want to make a wish. I wish for the nine of us to keep standing by each other for a very long time...so that we can get old together. Let's continue our journey okay? ATEEZ HWAITING! ㅋㅋㅋ Happy 5 years to us, to my home.❤️9 MAKES 1 TEAM! (I can't ever get them in a picture together sorry ㅠㅠ...) #ATEEZ #애이티즈

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mikah @himaswife Replying to @ATEEZofficial We always joke about Joong and Hwa being the parents of the group but think about it...Hima was around 14 when she came to KQ and hadn't been with her family much for about a year cuz she was at JYPE. So they basically finished raising her🥹

koala koala @koalazia Replying to @himaswife omg yes she even has similar habits to each of the members😭idk who else knows this but in an interview Yeo said he saw her copy her older brothers' actions a lot and he noticed she was doing the same with them

cheongdam pepper @33khj Replying to @ATEEZofficial new pre-debut photos yes omg! i've been an atiny since the beginning and i can't believe they've already grown so much- hima went from hiding behind the members bc of all the hate and social anxiety to being a global ambassador for versace and 4th gen's little social butterfly

nabi @jigeumfly Replying to @ATEEZofficial happy 5 years our ateez 🥂we're so proud of you! you went from performing in small theaters to your first ever stadium, becoming the most successful 4th generation group not from a big company. you truly deserve all the happiness that comes your way (also the way she talks about them...my heart can't take this i'm crying)

TOQTOK UPDATE

CHECK OUT THIS NEW COMMENT FROM 히마리

🐯: I didn't think they'd remember either but my brothers all sent me congratulation messages this morning ㅋㅋㅋ My parents called me instead and my mom was really emotional so it made me cry a little bit but it's okay because it was tears of love. I'll go see my birth parents soon! I haven't brought them flowers in a while so they must miss me a lot. It's okay though I'm sure they've been watching over our shows and ATINY as well so they'll understand!

CHECK OUT THIS NEW COMMENT FROM 히마리

🐯: I guess it's true that sometimes I act like the members ㅋㅋㅋ I've always had a habit of copying people who taught me so since they raised me for a while I copy them a lot. Hongjoong oppa says I started biting people only after meeting Wooyoung oppa...so I guess some of them are bad influences ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

5TH YEAR INTERVIEW

'As we're filming this it's ATEEZ's 4th debut anniversary already which means we've pushed through a lot of bad times, a lot of physical and mental struggles. My hope for you is that when thinking of the past you're able to see the happy memories more than the negativity, that you can see everything you accomplished over the years. I also hope you've gotten strong enough to let go of the members' hands sometimes and that you can help them as much as they've cared for us. Learn to take a break sometimes so we can go back to painting okay? Hwaiting!'

Q: Do you feel you've become stronger since last year and that you've learned to rest?

When looking back it simply feels as though I've become more free in the past year, not putting as many harsh restrictions on myself which makes me a lot happier...and I guess it's a form of strength so yes. It's still a bit hard to get into the mindset of taking a moment to rest so the process is slow but I'm getting there at my own pace. I think past me would be proud to know that I've started to paint again...actually my room is filled with messy tools a lot nowadays.

Q: How would you describe your relationship with ATEEZ?

In very short terms...a group of eight chaotic big brothers who would be willing to steal the moon if I asked. They've shown me so much love that it feels as though I can't refer to them simply as friends anymore so...family.

Q: What modifier do you want ATEEZ to have in 2024?

Growth has always been very important to us so even if there's nothing I would wish to change within our team, I want us to keep growing. Whether it be as people, musicians, dancers, performers or even our career, I want us to have come a farther way next year than where we are now. Not only for us but also for ATINY to be able to grow with us without thinking that it is something much too intimidating or unachievable.

Q: A word for ATINY who's been with ATEEZ for 5th anniversary in 2023.

It might seem like something we say very often...but thank you. ATINY have been our biggest motivators from the moment we made our debut and they've always laughed with us, cheered us on, given us words of motivation and during hard times they continued to support us no matter what. They make ATEEZ whole. So ATINY make sure to stay healthy and know that we're behind you too no matter what. We'll make sure to work hard so you can always be proud of us. I love you!

Q: A letter to myself a year from now.

I'm sure that there are still a few mental struggles you need to face but remember that with the members behind you, you won't ever fall far so please don't be afraid of anything. Continue to give as much love as you can to our parents, our brothers, our members, our friends and ATINY so that they can also find the same hope we have. I know you'll be a lot stronger by the time you see this and I promise that I'll keep working hard okay? I can't wait to meet you next year!

[argisthebulwark]

Ao3 20 Questions

thank you @kagedbird for the tag!! <3<3 i will tag some friends @daedrabait @miraakswhore @somethingscarlet13 @queerbashir if u wanna participate <3

How many works do you currently have on ao3? Currently 25. holy shit, i thought it was more than that lol

What's your total ao3 word count? 98,336. Used to be like 200k before i cleaned out some old works i didn't care for anymore.

What fandoms do you write for? Skyrim and Star Trek TOS & AOS

What are your top five fics by kudos? Sorry Lass, Make Me Feel Mortal, Don't Shut Me Out, Fascinating, and Destroy Rebuild

Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! Honestly it depends on whether or not i'm online and see them. if i don't respond right away it feels rude to respond weeks after the fact, but for repeat commenters or usernames i recognize i try to!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Idk i used to like to emotionally beat up Jim a lot, so probably one of the short stories where i explore all his traumas

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Sorry, Lass. I originally wrote it in 2015 and i'm fairly certain it ends with a mushy marriage scene.

Do you get hate on fics? Surprisingly, no. I think i got a few rude comments back when i first started, but honestly everyone's been too kind to me.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Hell yeah brother that's what i do!! I love angsty, emotionally charged smut. my personal favorite to write is angry, hatefuck type of stuff. or when they're using it to avoid talking about feelings.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Not that i've ever posted lmao. I don't usually post non canon compliant fics for whatever fandom i'm working in.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Kinda. a few years ago someone let me know that my work had been reposted to a fic site i don't use and one quick message got them to take it down. Also, i once posted a fic as a one off, forgot that i'd done that, and used the same scene much later in a larger story - and some nice commenter on the original let me know that someone had stolen my idea lmao

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, never had anyone request that and don't want to do so incorrectly.

Have you ever cowritten a fic? Kind of? an old friend and i used to write separate chapters of our self insert marvel fics and mush them together into one story lol. never posted it anywhere, it was just shared emails and google docs.

What's your all time favorite ship? God, that's hard. probably McKirk. as i've gotten older and unlearned all the internal shame about self inserts it's gotten easier to do a self insert story instead of an established pair.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Every few weeks i pluck away at my regency au Miraak fic. i don't think i'll ever actually finish it because it's just so big in my head it's hard to get on paper, but i hope i do someday.

What are your writing strengths? I'm very comfortable writing sex scenes. I think that often when the author is uncomfortable about writing explicit sex the reader can really feel it in the story and i put in a lot of work to get over those mental hurdles. i've been told i'm good at characterization, which is awesome! i love getting in a character's head!

What are your writing weaknesses? Very often i find myself bogged down with the need to describe every little scene. it's a major reason i haven't posted a longfic in a while - i want to write these big stories but find myself getting lost in the little details. i also have a terrible habit of editing myself while i'm writing, which just gets me stuck in an unproductive loop.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Since i'm only fluent in English, this isn't something i am confident in. i've written in a few fictional languages for fics before but would probably reach out or suggest another author if a reader wanted something that heavily involved this.

First fandom you wrote for? Twilight babey!!! self insert oc to smooch Edward Cullen when i was a little middle schooler!!! i didn't know what fanfiction was but i knew i had a big ol crush on him.

Favorite fic you've written? not to be cringe on main, but most of my favorites are things that never got published. they're the little things still hanging out in my google docs that i go back to over and over. i rewrote all of star trek into darkness word for word just to make bones and jim kiss, i made a self insert just to smooch skurge after hyperfixating on thor ragnarok, and the weird time a few months ago where i wrote like 40k words of a cowboy romance. i read them often and wish that i'd written more on many of them but i do not read my published works.

thanks to anyone who read my rambling lmao. love you all sososo much, thank you for reading my silly little stories and caring about them. <3<3<3

[nonexistent-introvert]

Overthinking (Paper Stars 6)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Content: rants about romance, rants, hurt + comfort?, fluff, usual stuff, Joel has a soft spot for you,

A/N: I'm finally back and free! (not for long before exams catch up to me again). This chapter sort of wrote itself and may also be a rant idk. I have also just realized it has been exactly a month since I updated this series. My apologies. (This is also a repost sorry I was trying to edit my post but me being me accidentally deleted it instead )

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   “It’s fine.” The last message from Joel has plagued your thoughts for the past hour. You furiously swiped the screen, hoping that the screen would refresh with a new message. The last time you truly saw him was literally the time when you had chased him out of your house. You had barely caught glimpses of him after that and the guilt that ate at your heart for treating him so harshly only seemed to grow with each cold shoulder he gave you. Joel had stopped giving you his usual smiles when he saw you and stopped coming up to you for a quick conversation. “Sorry, been busy.” Your eyes reread that message he had sent to you for the umpteenth time. Hell, you could recite this conversation out loud if anyone wanted you to. If you were any wiser, maybe you’ll realise that Joel has been avoiding you but you decided to trust him instead.

     “Joel, I’m really sorry about the other day, fuck I feel real bad about it. I just hoped to be able to talk to you, face to face.” You reread that apology you sent him. Did you mess everything up with him again? It shouldn’t be a surprise, you tend to do that anyways. The jar of paper stars sat on the surface of the coffee table, mocking you. 

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     “That’s harsh Joel.” Tommy commented, scrolling through Joel’s chat. Joel harshly snatched his phone back from his younger brother, dropping to his seat with an exasperated sigh. “I mean, I suspected something when you decided to spend more time in the office but to her?” Tommy poked. “Drop it, Tommy. Hand me the proposal already.” Joel instructed. Tommy took the proposal he had tucked under his armpit and dropped it onto Joel’s desk. Tommy let himself drop into the seat opposite Joel, leaning against his arms that were behind his head. “Come on, fill me in.” Joel ignored Tommy, deciding to busy himself with the proposal in front of him. “Its not like you to be so harsh. At least not to her.” Tommy went on, spinning a stray pen that was on Joel’s desk. He leaned forward, a teasing smile on his face as he stared at his older brother. “Ah, the silent treatment. That what you been doing these days? To her?” Joel’s eyes finally snapped to meet Tommy’s. “I told ya to drop it didn’t I?” Tommy stifled a laugh, “That would have worked years ago. Using that card too many times seems to have dulled the fear effect on me” 

Joel simply glared at him before deciding to focus on his proposal again. 

      “Fine, I’ll just ask her myself.” Tommy insisted, standing up to pull out his phone from his pocket while walking towards the office door of Joel’s office. The door slammed shut before Tommy even made it past the door. “Cut it out,” Joel warned again, having got out of his seat to close the door before Tommy could do anything. “Then spill,” Joel averted his gaze away from Tommy. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Joel couldn’t help but think it was so petty when he thought of voicing his thoughts to Tommy. “Something major must have happened. You were literally trying to pick up cooking despite your hectic schedule a few weeks ago. You were more smiley and easygoing since you saw her again and now you are back to the old boring grump.” Joel rolled his eyes, 

   “We just got different perspectives on some matters,” Joel stated plainly. 

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     Having grew up in a family that was not very keen on forming attachments, you have learnt to be nonchalant and not have most things bother you. The literal reason for your family not getting a family pet like a dog was not even the usual heavy responsibilities reason. It may have been one of the reasons but you remember distinctly that the main reason was “When the dog’s time is up, it would be living hell. You wouldn’t want to go through that.” These were the exact words that your parents have told you. It had shaped how you grew up as a person too, having attachments to people only seemed to bring the most pain if they left you, you would rather be alone than have to go through that. You would rather not have formed that deep of an attachment in the first place. 

    You had always despised people who got into relationships headfirst, your first thought was always ‘what if it didn’t last?’, you watched your friends get into relationships with guys and saw how their relationships eventually end in failure. The reasons range from having lost that ‘spark’ to having different priorities in life. It all seemed so foolish, especially when you had firsthand seen how your friends cried over the people they once thought were the ‘love of their life’ when they seemed to never be able to get over their exes. It seemed so foolish and stupid to you, putting yourself in a vulnerable state over someone, not knowing if they felt as strongly as you. The probabilities and variables involved always showed that it was a losing game. The nickname ‘romance pessimist’ was given to you by your friends. It did hurt when some of your closest friends did not tell you about their relationships or open up to you about their own relationships in fear that you would judge them or not empathize with them but you that upon yourself anyways. Just like most things in your life, you just brushed that behavior off, that is also the reason why your phone is filled with contacts that you haven’t talked to for years, you tend to drift apart with people easily. 

    However, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t believe in love at all. In the oceans of bad relationship examples, there were good ones too. Relationships that made your heart flutter upon hearing them speak about their significant other, gestures that made your heart melt when you saw what they did for each other. Chemistry that seemed to bind two people in ways that science and logic cannot explain. It intrigued you to say the very least. While others' dose of romance came from pursuing relationships, yours came from fictional works and other successful relationships. Despite the cold exterior you had put up when it comes to romance, you were a sucker for it deep down. You were just afraid of the ‘what ifs’ in a relationship. 

    Joel Miller, he always seemed to break through that exterior of yours. When he picked up cooking to cook for you, when he changed into formal attire just to match you, and countless small gestures he did for you over the years only fed into your desires for romance. You forced yourself to suppress those desires but now, as you sat on the couch worrying if you had pushed him too far away. You knew that you had already became vulnerable when it comes to Joel. You knew when your thoughts spiraled around him. when you consistently thought and reflected on yourself. A friend once told you that being in love was like being delusional. You never know what the other person is thinking so you think about it until you eventually convince yourself the other person either thinks positively or negatively about you. You delude yourself into believing in that image of you despite what the other person believes. 

     You sat up with a sigh. What were you doing? Analysing his every reaction, wondering if he hated you, wondering if you had finally pulled his last straw. The logical part of you scolded yourself, gave yourself the same advice that you had given countless friends when they ranted about their relationship issues. “Stop overthinking.” You had never realised how useless that advice is until now. You put on your shoes and forced yourself out on a walk, leaving your phone in your home to avoid thinking about the matter any longer. 

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     Joel yawned as he waited at a red light. His eyes fell to the time that read 12.45am. The streets were dark and empty, anyone who took a walk now would be as foolish as the characters you see in horror movies. Not to mention, the dark and stormy clouds towering in the sky and the few raindrops that littered his windscreen. 

      Just as he finished that thought, the one person that would be foolish enough to do all this appeared in his hindsight. It was like a sign to Joel never to underestimate you. He massaged his temples in annoyance as he watched you stroll along the streets like everything he had just thought of did not apply to you. He always admired your nonchalant attitude, the shittiest things could happen to you and you could just smile and laugh it off, preferring to adapt than do anything about it. However, this was a circumstance where that attitude annoyed him. You never seemed to understand the concept behind getting a cold, since young, you have learned to embrace the rain rather than seek shelter. The countless times he had to drag you out of the rain to a shelter and nagged at you for splashing puddles of rainwater at him, especially that one time when you had intentionally stuck your hand out into the rain despite the shelter just so you could gather the rainwater to splash at him. He admitted that it had got onto his nerves, seeing the dirty stains on his pants from you kicking dirty rainwater onto him and getting wet despite being a shelter but the smile and happiness on your face seemed to melt away all the anger in him. Your smile was worth him spending an extra few minutes trying to scrub off the stains on his pants and the sneezing fit he got after. 

       Joel subconsciously smiled at the memories. He watched you, nagging internally at you when he realised you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you too. You were the only person he knew that treated umbrellas like the bane of your life. “It gets wet and what am I supposed to do with it? Hold it? I can’t even throw it back into my bag!” You always complained, opting to get drenched. A logic that he would never understand. 

      Joel drove slowly beside you, cursing slightly at your obliviousness as you continued to walk. If the roads weren’t empty at this time he would definitely be identified as a stalker or be considered as obstructing traffic. Honestly, if it wasn't for the circumstances now, he would have driven right away, still feeling rather hurt at your actions the other day. Well, he told himself that even if deep down he knew he would never just coldly drive past you. Joel lowered his car window, calling out your name. He groaned when you just continued walking, never even realising his truck beside you and that he was calling you. He pressed the horn in the spur of the moment, cringing slightly at the loud noise it made. He swore he could hear the people complaining and cussing him out for horning at this time. You finally snapped out of your daze, you jumped at the noise before your eyes caught sight of the familiar truck. Shit. 

      “Get in.” Joel grunted. You shook your head, “It’s ok.” you tried to brush him off. “It’s about to pour, get in.” At the mention of the rain, the rain got heavier and you cursed. “Joel, I’ll get your seats dirty.” You argued, feeling your clothes get pelted with raindrops. Joel rolled his eyes, hopping out of his truck. A gesture that took you by surprise. “What- Joel- you’re going to get wet!” You said. “I couldn’t care less about my seats right now and I’ll prove it by standing here with you.” “Joel, you’re a fucking maniac.” Joel raised his eyebrows, “Says the one who doesn’t ever bring an umbrella. Talk all you want, we’ll just get more drenched the longer we stand here.” You let out a frustrated groan, shoving past him as you got into his truck. Joel smirked, looking down to hide it before entering his truck again. 

      The silence between the both of you caught up real soon. Unlike the usual comfortable ones the both of you usually shared, this was tense. You looked out of the window, trying to ignore the uncomfortable energy suffocating the both of you in the truck. You eyed the radio in the car enviously, having some music would probably make this less torturing. Joel pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the road ahead. The mature part of him was calling him childish for ignoring you until you decided to make the first move to talk but he was too stubborn to listen to it. In a way, you did make the first move, offering to talk, but he had rejected you with a cold lie. 

     “You wanted to talk didn’t you?” Joel broke the silence. You stared at him, pursing your lips. You definitely had, you even wrote a script in your mind on what to tell him but all the words seemed to have left your mind now that you were faced with him. “Or did I get you mixed up with Tommy?” He tried to joke, but he should have guessed the frown on his face didn’t facilitate in delivering it as a joke. “I did yeah.” You admitted. He kept quiet, waiting for you to continue. He snuck a glance at you when you took a little too long. “Sorry Joel, that is the main message. The rest of the words are just a mess in my mind.” You sighed, trying to sort your thinking out. 

    “Spit it out, anything. I’ll put them together for you.” You bit your lip upon hearing those words. It was just words, but it brought on a surge of positive mixed emotions. “It's just- I didn’t mean to push you away. I didn’t want to either. I- it just seems like a natural instinct to do that.” 

    “You didn’t want to burden me with your emotions.” Joel concluded for you. You nodded, you would never understand how he knew you so well. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel for a split second. “I’m not a goddamn mind reader you know?” You glanced at him, unsure of what to say to that.

    “I respect that sometimes you need space, but then when I noticed that look on you. I just had to know what was going on in your head. I never wished to be a mind reader more than then. Scratch that, I want to be able to read your mind all the time. I want to know everything about you. So I genuinely don’t mind if you treat me like that diary you had in middle school. Hell, it’ll make me happy. You know I never was one for puzzles.” You smiled at his words, a warmth settling in your heart at his words. When you were young people used to say you talk too much, that you needed to know when to keep quiet, and that your topics of conversation were not interesting. Joel, you should have noticed his comments about you ever since young were the opposite. He never stopped you from talking, he enjoyed it even. Joel was never good with words, he preferred listening and seemed to let him do just that, making jokes and witty comments that can lift his moods on the darkest of days. 

      “That’s just creepy. Imagine if you knew what I thought of 24/7, and it was a journal, Joel. Not a diary.” You joked, you weren’t one for sappy words either. You just hoped he knew in his heart how much his words meant to you. A smile crept onto his face, he rubbed his beard with his hand. “Why? You got dirty thoughts?” “Worse than that.” He chuckled, “Yeah, I would know. I read your diary.” You hid behind your arm as you laughed, cringing slightly at the diary you used to have as a child. “Shut up, it’s a journal.” “‘Mrs. Jefferson needs to learn how to mind her own business and Jennifer inserting herself into random conversations does not make her more popular but annoying literally go back to your front seat and kiss ass.” Joel quoted. “Why do you still remember!” You placed your hands over your ears, cringing at his impersonation of the exact words you once wrote in a private journal until Joel Miller got his hands on it. “Because it was interesting. Only book I read that year, maybe that explains why I failed that literature test on Shakespeare.” Joel thought back, he would never consider himself to be academically smart. “Maybe huh. Just a slight chance you may have failed because you didn’t even do the necessary readings.” you shot back in sarcasm. Joel grinned, “Hey, you should be the next great writer! You  literally beat Shakespeare in being more interesting.” “I literally failed most of my English essays because of ‘grave errors’ like expression and grammatical errors up until finals.” You said, thinking back on how your English teacher failed you by penalizing you on multiple occasions. “I’m sure Mrs. Jefferson would be pleased to find out your diary is one of New York’s bestsellers. With the terrible grammar and all. Could be your unique writing style and all.” Joel teased and you shoved him lightly. 

       The tension between the both of you became non-existent soon enough. 

     Tommy was right, maybe airing some of your problems out instead of bottling them would make life much easier. Advice he had given you in all his years as your best friend, having long learned how to maneuver past those walls you had put up. 

[arisatominakos]

i want your gif making lore. 7, 9, 17, 15, 20, 26, 40, 45, and 49!

dfkjaj LORE REQUEST RECEIVED

7. Who are your top 3 gif makers

ohmans thats hard khfdsa. i actually am big fans of a lot of gifmakers out there that i dont follow but i see their stuff all the time in the tags & rb from them etc etc. but like i do follow a lot of folks who’s stuff i rlly enjoy and are folks that tend to inspire me. its a bit unfair to list just three so fkjsdha uhh @aartyom  @eurodynamic @onewingedangels @preciousgyro @entreri @marogarreh @thequantumranger @trident

9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs

i dont fully remember, i think a mix of just fandom stuff w/ friends & rp blogs. i do remember it was a hellacious journey until i could figure it out and since then i just have tried to keep improving or learning new things etc etc.

17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets? How many gifs to you prefer in a set

this is VERY dependent on the set im making at the time. i try to avoid like sets with a lot of images bc i get very tired with the task. but some stuff like i try to do between 2-5 so it looks nice in a post.

15. Have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted

constantly. usually its my avan gifs or star trek gifs. which is like the major reason i dont do them anymore or do a lot of non-video game slash anime sets. i tend to confront the person or ask them to take it down & it goes as well as you expect half the time: not the best. the worst time was a rp blog stealing all my avan gifs, not aware i was in the same rp circles so like tons of mutuals( most shared between the two of us ) notified me & they blocked me on said blog so i had to message them from my personal + other blogs i had at the time as well as said mutuals spoke with them as well before they took them down. it was a very frustrating day.

20. Mac or PC

i have experience with both mac & pc, however my default is my pc which is built for gaming. i’ve had mac laptops in the past via my older sister who would give me her school handmedowns. as far as specifically creating art gifs what have you, i have no preference between the two.

26. How many un posted sets are in your drafts right now

sO I KNOW A LOT OF PPL DO THAT WHERE THEY MAKE STUFF AND SAVE IT IN DRAFTS BUT IM DKSJHA i just i dont have the like mental fortitude to make something and not post it soon after. back when i was doing rp stuff & writing i used my drafts very heavily for wips & i sorta do that w/ gifsets in a way. as i make them i have a opened draft to upload each one to see how they look on tumblr, if they upload correctly, & to check coloring between my main monitor secondary monitor & phone as well so i make sure colors are good theres no washes etc. so usually if there is something in the drafts im currently working on it or its about to be posted so there are zero things in my drafts other than this ask kfsha

40. Why do you make gifs

good question. no clue. fkjhdsa but its fun & i enjoy it. its also just fun to share my interests in a way that can be shared by other people in reblogs etc. reading the tags of my sets & seeing ppls reactions or just opinions or whatever is just it rlly makes it. I Make Gifs For The People.

45. Ever gotten hate over a set

i’ve had ppl disrespect me bc of a gifset but ive never gotten hate persay. i do get a lot of bitchy people upset about my “do not repost or remove caption.” that i add to my posts which like i tend to ignore. realistically i cant stop ppl from doing such but it has helped so i keep doing it. usually i get a comment on said set they reblogged that day or in the tag but ive gotten 1 ask once about it & it was p funny. but proper hate with a valid reason ? nah.

49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing

oH SO MUCH LOL. from coloring, to timing of the frames, to composition, to typography, to quality. the more i make the better i get. && there are things i want to redo to see how much i’ve improved. im not using the best tools to make these, but i’ve seen my improvement i’ve seen how much better i am & it’s rlly nice to be able to visually see your growth.

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Opposites Attract – pt.2 | myg

☆ pairing: Yoongi x f. reader, (Namjoon x f. reader)

☆ genre: s2f2l, e2f2l, love triangle • angst (not so much in this part), fluff, smut (here we go, guys)

☆ word count: 14.6k

☆ warnings: cheesy confessions; mentions of period blood, wearing someone else's underwear (not like that, folks); mature language; virgin!Yoongi, loss of virginity; explicit smut (half of this is smut, I'm so sorry...or am I?) – eating out, fingering, handjob, blowjob, slight breast/nipple play, penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids); pillow talk (so much pillow talk, omg); mentions of alcohol

☆ synopsis: You're Namjoon's girl – kind of. So why does Yoongi, who has never been too fond of people in the first place, get that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach around you? And most importantly, why can't he seem to stop himself from falling for you when you're supposed to be off-limits anyway?

☆ navigation: pt.1 | pt.2

☆ playlist: Chase Atlantic – Friends | The Neighbourhood – Heaven | Chase Atlantic – HER | The Neighbourhood – Nervous | Joji – SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK | Juice WRLD feat. SUGA – Girl Of My Dreams | J. Cole – Wet Dreamz

☆ a/n: Hello folks! Here we are, finally. Thanks for being so patient! I hope the ending does the story justice. This was kind of a filler-in story, but I had so much fun writing it still. I'm not sure where my creative mind will take me next and what story I'm going to tackle, but I hope I'll see you again soon. I also hit a milestone recently, and I just want to thank all of you, old or new followers, for reading my little stories ♡  

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It's widely believed that the older children become, the bigger problems grow in return. In Yoongi's opinion, that statement never made much sense. Children are the core of all chaos – he was a child once, for God's sake. Therefore he knows exactly what he's talking about. Just take this incident, for example, when he accidentally stumbled over the console cable as an overly ecstatic, 9-year-old Seokjin was in his final boss battle in Super Mario 64, leaving the older one in tears for a good hour. Or when an insecure, 14-year-old Hoseok was asking for an opinion on his outfit and Yoongi told him he looked like a clown with his entire chest, a silent treatment from the former ensuing shortly. As a young adult, you're supposed to possess enough common sense for things to not escalate.

Now it's been two days since the incident – two sleepless nights for Yoongi full of tossing and turning, of staring blankly at the wall in hopes of relief in the form of both answers and sleep. But neither found their way to his bedroom, multiple calls and text messages to Namjoon remaining unanswered.

That night he finally confided in Seokjin, recalling every single second of your timeline. From the moment his platonic feelings for you flew right out of the window to the heart-to-heart talk in the back of the club. As the understanding older brother figure, he told Yoongi to try to sort things out with Namjoon first though with the proper amount of time for him to process as well. He suffered the most damage after all, being deceived by both his best friend and the girl he likes. With you, he advised to stay put for now until the air has been cleared with Namjoon.

Now with no response from Namjoon and no knowledge about you and your current state, Yoongi feels restless despite the fatigue infesting every fiber of his being, his mind running ten thousand miles per hour regardless of the lack of rest. So he does what he's used to in order to unwind, to stay sane.

Sweat drips down his spine as he shoots another shot at the hoop only to watch the ball bounce off again. Groaning out in frustration, he braces himself on his knees, the droplets falling from his forehead onto the court floor. He's tired, so tired, but stopping means his thoughts will come back to life. So he picks up the rolling ball from the ground, getting ready to shoot again –

"Hey."

The familiar sound of the voice has him missing the hoop by a landmark, his head turning to the source of it. "Hi." He's barely able to croak out the single syllable, overtaken by surprise and his throat dry from the exertion.

"Jin-hyung told me you'd be here," the taller male speaks, his steps drawing closer to Yoongi until he stands beside him. There's a short moment of silence that follows, awkwardness settling in between the two.

Yoongi's insides twist and turn, nausea coming in like a crashing wave. He's been fearing this moment, two days full of tossing and turning nearly not enough time for preparation. Don't think about it. Just speak from your heart. "Listen, man. I'm–"

"I'm sorry," Namjoon interrupts him, his head hung low and hands buried deep into the pockets of his cargo shorts. "I needed some time to think which is why I didn't answer any of your calls or messages, but..." He trails, lifting his head again to look at the shorter man. "I really acted out of line that night, and I wanna apologize for that. It was super uncalled for and right-out disrespectful. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi all but stares at him in silence, surprised at the younger man's sudden apology. Sure, the memory of Namjoon calling him out as a virgin in that way won't remain one of his favorites, but he understands where he's coming from. All he wants is to resolve the issue, and in his eyes the fact that he fell for his best friend's crush definitely warrants a freak-out. "I wanna apologize, too." Yoongi licks his lips, his hand coming up to rub at the nape of his neck. "I didn't want things to go that way, but they did, and I could've prevented that had I come clean to you first."

"I guess so. But I never confronted you two about it once I suspected things or made any moves on _____ either, so I'm to blame as well," Namjoon argues, his arms now folded in front of his chest. "None of us are innocent in this case."

"Yeah," the older male agrees, solemnly nodding his head. "I guess you're right." It's surprising how well Namjoon is taking things now, the shocking scene of that night still engrained into Yoongi's mind, but he doesn't question it any further as he's elated beyond belief with everything out in the open.

"On top of that"–picking up the forlorn basketball off the ground a few feet away from them, Namjoon elaborates further–"I made it out to be a bigger deal than it actually was."

Yoongi's brows furrow at that, his eyes following the line of Namjoon's hand dribbling the globe. "What do you mean?"

"I wasn't exactly sincere with _____ either. We talked earlier, and while she wanted to stick around because of you, I wanted her around just for the sake of it." He passes the ball to Yoongi. "When I figured something was off, it wasn't just her – it was also me. I realized I liked the idea of her and being with her more than her as a person, as an individual."

Yoongi holds onto the globe in his hand, his fingers tracing over the rubber pattern. A huge question mark appears in his head. This entire time, he thought Namjoon was all about you. The two of you seemed so into each other.

"It's dumb because she's so great," Namjoon continues. "Smart, pretty, funny – everything you could ask for really. But we just didn't click like I thought we would. And so that night I reached a full-on epiphany. Everything finally made sense, and I was angrier at myself for not appreciating her the way she deserves than the situation at hand."

The older male sends him an understanding nod. "It's fine if you don't feel a connection. It doesn't mean you appreciate her any less. Just that you don't see yourself in a romantic relationship with her. Love can come in all different kinds of forms."

At that, the younger one cracks a smirk. "Yeah, you're right. I still love her as a friend." Running a hand through his hair, he adds, "I mean we didn't even kiss. I tried going for it at the club, but she outright rejected me which was a good call probably. I was drunk and stupid and trying to prove a point."

A flashback of you and Namjoon on the dancefloor comes to the forefront of Yoongi's mind, the two of you too close to his liking, an unreadable expression taking over your features as the man leans in closer to you, his lips muttering out words the elder couldn't make out in the darkness. It all seems silly now with the newly obtained knowledge.

"So... Are we good now?" Namjoon's voice rings in his ears again, pulling him out of his daydream.

And with that, a huge weight lifts off of Yoongi's shoulders. He thought he lost his friend for good, countless of moments left to be forgotten in the past forever. Breathing becomes easier for him now, his lungs filling with oxygen again like it's the first proper inhale in a long time. "Yeah, we're good."

The corners of Namjoon's mouth curl into a small smile before he regards the elder with intent. "With that being said, you should go talk to her – asap."

Mustering the man with narrow eyes, Yoongi pushes back his sweaty bangs. "It just feels so wrong now after this whole fiasco. And she made it more than clear she didn't wanna meddle in our friendship."

"Hyung, don't be crazy. We're cool, she and I are cool... So why not you two?"

Yoongi ponders, his fingers picking at a loose piece of rubber on the ball. "I don't even know if she still likes me or if she wants to talk to me."

"Oh, she does – trust me. Nothing's changed. It's only been two days."

This is such a tricky situation. Although Namjoon confirmed that there's no bad blood at all, Yoongi can't help but feel like he's entering forbidden territory still. Too significant was the impact when things started on the wrong foot and then turned into this mess of emotions. A good friend would still stay away, right?

"Look," the younger one starts once more, "I've seen you two together, and you're perfect for each other. A match made in heaven if you will."

The elder scoffs at the comparison.

"Lemme ask you this then," Namjoon picks up again, "why do you like her?"

Humming out, Yoongi answers, "It's hard to describe, but she just gets me." There's a short pause as he gathers his thoughts. "She's genuine and attentive and such a sweetheart. It's odd when I think about it, but I feel so comfortable around her even when we're such..."

"Polar opposites?" His friend finishes for him.

A single nod of his head serves as a reply. "It helps that we have a lot of common interests, but yeah... I think about her a lot." All the time, to be exact.

Namjoon's face breaks out into a wide beam. "The fact that you admitted all these things without wanting to commit murder right after speaks volumes. I've never seen you like this before–"

Yoongi internally gags at the realization. It really is the first time for him to admit feelings of this kind.

"–which is why you need to talk to her. You gotta sort this shit out."

Yoongi remains passive, his frame rooted in the same spot ever since. Everything that Namjoon mentioned makes sense, but he's too self-conscious to take this step. He's never been in this type of situation before. What if he messes up – again?

"Alright then," the younger man speaks, monotonous yet with an underlying note of irritation. He stretches out his hands, signaling Yoongi to toss him the ball which he does. "If I make this shot from here"–his vision darts over to the basket–"you get moving and go see her right now."

"That's a 3-pointer," Yoongi huffs. "You suck at those."

"Well yeah," Namjoon simply replies, bouncing the ball on the ground, not an ounce of doubt evident in his voice, "which is why you shouldn't be too worried. Right?"

Gnawing on the inside of his bottom lip, Yoongi moves to the side without uttering another word.

Namjoon fixes his stance, his arms reaching above his head and his feet lifting off of the ground with a hop before he bends his wrist, the rubber globe flying high into the air.

Yoongi watches it with hawkeyes, his eyes bulging out of his head as Namjoon lands the shot in an almost perfect curve and the satisfying swish sound follows.

With a pleased smile stretched across his face, his friend turns back to him. "I guess luck is on my side today – or yours. However you wanna look at it."

"Huh..." Yoongi rubs his temples in disbelief. "Now I guess I have no other choice."

Patting the elder on the shoulder, Namjoon sends him a cheeky wink. "You really don't, hyung." The two share a heartfelt laugh before the younger adds, "Look at us. This was our first real fight, and it was over a woman, too. Have we officially entered adulthood?"

"Shut up," he mutters though with a chuckle.  

Okay, this is it. There's no way back now. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi tries to mentally and physically prepare himself for what's to come. He has no idea what he's going to say, and no idea what you're going to say, but all cards need to be on the table in order for him to restore peace in his mind.

"You should get going. It's supposed to rain soon." Namjoon eyes him. "You got this." He follows up his statement with a thumbs up in support.

In return, Yoongi solely nods – and then he runs like he's never run before in his life. Everything passes by him in a flash, from people to vehicles to buildings. He doesn't even stop at red lights crossing the street, risking getting hit by oncoming cars on multiple occasions. It's when he passes the fifth block that he notices the clouds in the sky thickening, cloaking it in a dark gray blanket. Only seconds later does it start pouring the heaviest rain in existence, the droplets colliding on the concrete surface letting out a deafening lashing sound. The temperature has plummeted at a speed record, and it's not long before Yoongi is soaked to the bone, shaking to the core.

In the distance, he can already spot your apartment complex emerging from behind the relentless rain though. The picture becomes clearer every growing second, the sight of his destination spurring him on as he doesn't yield to his tired legs. He can feel the breath being knocked out of his lungs at an excruciating rate, but there's no time to rest yet.

With one final leap, Yoongi arrives at the doorstep, ringing your doorbell once, twice, thrice, in quick succession. Luckily, the buzzing sound of the front door opening sounds shortly after, so he gathers his last bundle of strength within him, sprinting up the stairs taking two steps at a time. Fuck taking the elevator. It'll take too long.

As his foot sets on the uppermost step of the fifth floor, his head whips around in search of your apartment. He's never been here before, he realizes, only having seen your residence from outside so far. When the clanking noise of a chain being loosened resonates in his ears, he follows the sound without any second thought.

He almost collapses onto the floor, the exhaustion finally catching up to him, so he clutches the wall behind him as he waits for the door to open. Another click of the door lock has him holding his breath despite the desperate need for air.

"Yoongi, what the fuck?"

At the sight of you and the sound of your voice, a sudden surge of hysteria overcomes him, his form retreating from the wall now finding balance by your door frame. "_____, can we talk? Please, I wanna talk to you." He shudders as the words leave his lips.

With furrowed brows, you inspect him from head to toe. His usual oversized clothes are drenched in dirty rainwater and sweat, sticking to his slim physique, and his infamous blonde, fluffy locks now lay flat atop his head, droplets upon droplets cascading down his face. "Did you walk all the way here through the rain?" you ask in shock.

"Ran actually," he corrects you still out of breath, "but that's not the point."

"Why did you–"

"I really need to talk to you," he repeats. Though his sight is slightly impaired by his wet bangs, his eyes never leave yours, patiently waiting for an answer. "Please?"

You look like you're about to say something, but refrain as you firmly pull him inside by the forearm.

Yoongi now stands with his back turned to you when you silently shut the door behind him, his focus drifting to the pool of water forming on the parqueted floor beneath his feet. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, unsure if he means the damage he's currently inflicting or the one from that fateful night he hasn't been able to shake off his mind ever since. Most likely both, he concludes.

Brushing past him, you retreat to another room, and for a second he's scared he pissed you off until you return with a set of towels and some clothes. "You should take a shower first," you speak, throwing one of the towels over his shoulders.

His eyes blink at you in disbelief. "I don't need a shower. I'll be fine."

"You just ran in the cold ass rain for God knows how long." Shoving the spare change of clothes into his now dry hands, you drag him further into your apartment. "Bathroom's to the right. I'll put a hamper outside the door, so you can throw your stuff in there and I'll put them in the washer."

A heavy sigh sounds from him. "The towels are enough. I just came here to talk."

"Whatever it is, it can wait."

"They probably won't fit." His head nods towards the neatly folded fabrics in his arms.

"You're a lanky dude, don't worry."

"I really just want to–"

"For fuck's sake, Yoongi! I'm not letting you get pneumonia like this."

The male is stunned at your sudden outburst of emotion, the stern look taking over your features severely contradicting your usually friendly exterior, the volume of your voice unraveling unheard depths of your character. He's never seen you like this before, not even during the events of that night he revisits every single second he can spare. So he resorts to listening to your instructions, murmuring out a small Thank you in shame before disappearing into the bathroom.

With a loud huff, Yoongi inspects himself in the mirror, arms propped up on the ceramic of the sink. "I can't believe this is happening." Peeling the dripping pieces of clothing from his body, he strips himself bare before wrapping one of the towels around his lower half. His face contorts in disgust when he collects his clothes in his arms, rolling them up into one giant mess of soaking wet fabrics to drop in the hamper as you told him to. It only dawns on him once he's entered the shower that he gave you everything to wash – everything including his boxers. "Fuck." He facepalms himself, the water trickling across his hand emitting a splashing sound that echoes off the tiled walls.

Despite his initial protest, Yoongi can't deny that the shower did wonders as he steps out refreshed and warmed up. Drying himself off with the towels, he picks up the change of clothes you handed him, opting for the pair of blue basketball shorts first when he notices another piece lodged in between the pile. Upon further inspection, he realizes it's black boxer briefs. "What the–" he mumbles to himself in surprise, wondering where and why you got these. With a cocked eyebrow, the male ponders what to do. It would be way weirder going commando and you must have given them to him for a reason, he rationalizes, so he slides them on followed up by the shorts.

Now with only the top left, he swiftly pulls it over his torso, and as his eyes land on his reflection in the mirror, he sports an even more perplexed expression than at the secret underwear. An all-too-familiar logo stares back at him, the red circle with blue letters reading out Tune Squad atop of it eliciting a slight chuckle from the man. What are the odds, he thinks to himself before moving on to blowdry his hair.

The air is chilly in the living room when Yoongi re-enters, the severity of the situation hitting him again when he spots you perched on the couch, your head turning towards him. "Hey," he manages out, awkwardly loitering by the end of the furniture.

"Hi," you respond, a weak smirk flashing over your features. "Feel any better?"

Yoongi gives you a timid nod, and he swears another smile passes your lips.

"I put your stuff in the washer." You scoot over, motioning for him to sit down. "There's like twenty minutes left on the counter, and then it's gonna be in the dryer for another half hour."

He nods at your words. "Thank you."

"It's nothing." Momentarily averting your gaze from Yoongi, you continue, "Listen, I'm sorry if I was too harsh earlier. I know it's not my usual tone, but I was worried you were gonna get sick this way."

"Y-you were worried?" he stammers.

A light chuckle comes from you. "Of course I was. You were drenched to the core. How couldn't I be?"

Yoongi steers his head to the side in an attempt to suppress a smile. "Say," he starts again to divert the attention, "where'd you get those boxers, by the way?"

"Oh..." An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Funny story, so uhm... This one time I walked out of class feeling weird even though it was a few days too early – if you know what I mean." You eye him for a reaction, but seeing none you carry on, "Anyway, my friend I was with at that time didn't want me to go through the rest of the day like that. He plays on the ice hockey team and packed a fresh pair for after practice later that day. He always does that."

Yoongi is unsure how to react to your words, impressed at how easily you tell such a peculiar and personal story. There's no hint of reservation behind your way of recounting this event, and it has him wondering if it's because you trust him. The idea draws another smile onto his lips.

"Long story short, he handed me his unused underwear, and I used my flannel shirt as a skirt for the rest of the day." Taking a sharp inhale, you add, "It wasn't ideal since it was early spring and super breezy, but it was all I could do at that point. I had so many classes that day I couldn't miss, and not enough time in between to go back home to change. I also felt really bad my friend had to reuse his worn boxers after practice."

The corners of Yoongi's mouth turn into a frown, your suffering from that day an uneasy image on his mind.

"You have nothing to worry about though," you elaborate at the sight of him, hands extended in front of you. "There was a barrier in between, so no contact with any blood, and I've washed them like hundreds of times. And he promised me it was a brand new pair as well. But honestly, even if it wasn't, Jungkook is the cleanliest guy around I know. He's so fickle, it actually borders on insanity."

Yoongi would have let out an amused laugh, but at the mention of your male friend he feels his heart plummet in his chest. Hearing a name somehow makes the story more tangible, and he asks himself if this Jungkook is more than just a friend to you or vice versa. On top of that, the fact that he's wearing an ice hockey player's underwear right now renders him insecure. How could he ever compete with that? "Sounds like your friend is one hell of a guy," he huffs, a weak smile stretching across his lips.

"Oh yeah," you muse, "you have no idea. Though he always had trouble getting with the ladies for some reason. I literally had to play love doctor and hook him up with my friend Lisa he had a crush on. But they're my proudest creation so far. A perfect match, if I do say so myself." A poignant hair flip emphasizes your point.

If it was any other girl, Yoongi would have left long ago without even batting an eye, but he finds you so endearing. From your endless ramblings to your random actions. He's deeply infatuated with you – yet clueless about whether the feeling is still mutual or not.

"I'm sorry, I've been spewing nonsense." With a shake of your head, you avert your attention back to him. "You said you wanted to talk about something?"

Alright, here it goes. "Yeah..." Clearing his throat, Yoongi carries on, "I talked to Namjoon earlier – about what happened the other night." He hesitates for a second, gauging your reaction. "I'm really sorry about how things went down. I never wanted you to be caught up in some sort of drama. But it ended up happening, and it's because none of us had the guts to actually tell you how we feel about you or talk to each other and clear the air between us."

You send him a solemn nod of your head. "That's true, but I also should've stepped in and not let it get that far. Especially once I realized I didn't reciprocate Namjoon's feelings but still led him on so I could stick around. We're all guilty to some extent."

"Yeah, you're right. But I also understand where you're coming from. Just know that"–Yoongi focuses on his hands fiddling with the hem of his jersey–"what you did doesn't make you a...whore." His eye twitches at the memory of that word leaving your lips as you cried tears upon tears.

The corner of your mouth curls upward ever so slightly, a few strands of hair falling into your face as you let your head drop forward.

"Anyway," the man continues, "I would hate for things to break apart, and Namjoon and I are on good terms now." His eyes catch sight of yours, maintaining contact. "I know I wasn't the most welcoming person at first, but you've become such an important part of the group. It wouldn't be the same without you anymore."

"That's..." you start hesitantly, "comforting to hear. You guys have really grown on me the past few weeks."

Nodding at your words, Yoongi bites his bottom lip. "And also..." he trails, taking a deep breath, "I still stand by what I said – about what I feel for you, I mean." Nervously running a hand through his hair, the roots still warm from blow-drying it, he adds, "And I won't hold it against you if you didn't feel the same anymore after all this trouble. I just wanted it to be out in the open for my own conscience."

It's silent for a second before you release a light chuckle. "You really are oblivious, Min Yoongi." When all he does is stare at you stupefied, you elaborate, "I said I didn't wanna meddle in your friendship, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop liking you overnight. Nothing has changed for me – not even a little bit."

He can't fight off the smile forming on his face. "Good. That's good to know." Oh my God, are things actually going well for once? Your feelings are out in the open. You're free to do whatever. "Now," he starts again, "where do we go from here?"

With an arm propped up on the backrest, you regard the man. "Hm, I dunno... Where would you like us to go?"

Yoongi's lips pull into a tight line when he looks outside the window. "I don't think we'll be able to go anywhere in that rain."

"No, you idiot!" You let out a wholehearted laugh. "What do you wanna do about us?"

"I know what you mean." A mischievous smirk creeps up on his face. "I was just making a joke."

Though you shake your head at him, you can't hide the grin growing on your features.

"Maybe we can just talk for now?" He shrugs his shoulders. "Get to know each other even better."

The smile on your face broadens, baring your teeth. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

And so you both sit there and talk until the raging storm outside slowly subsides, the clashing sound of raindrops now turning into soft thuds against the surface.

"Space Jam is one of my comfort movies," you recall, resting your head on your folded arm on the backrest. "I think I was seven the first time I watched it, and I begged my mom to get me a Lola Bunny costume for Halloween although she didn't like me wearing such an unfitting outfit for such a cold season."

Yoongi chuckles at your childhood anecdote.

"Anyway, fast forward"–with a wave of your hand you gesture to the jersey that currently covers Yoongi's torso–"this is the adult version now. Well..." You timidly bite your lip, looking off to the side. "Not the adult version, if you know what I mean. I did get one of those, too, for Halloween last year. But yeah..."

Oh shit. Okay. His mouth runs dry at the mention of a more realistic, more revealing version.

A high-pitched beeping noise pulls both of your attention to the hallway.

"I'll go get your laundry." You muster up a meek smile before springing to your feet.

Yoongi watches you disappear into the small room next to the bathroom. You probably expect him to leave now that the rain has let up, and the thought has his face falling, the smile he's been sporting ever since you two had that heart-to-heart talk faltering. He enjoys your company so much, seeing your eyes crinkle and cheeks rise in laughter at one of his jokes even when he deems them not worthy of one. He wants to be around you. He wants to be with you.

"There you go," you sing-song as you re-enter the living room with his clothes neatly stacked and folded. "Nice and warm."

Reluctantly though with unexpected energy, Yoongi emerges from his seat taking the laundry from you. "T-thank you," he stammers. When it happens, it's not on purpose, but his hands linger for a while when they brush against yours, fingers slowly gliding across your knuckles. It's such a small gesture, but it creates so much tension – on top of the already pent-up emotions. "I should get going." Please don't make me go.

"Okay." The word comes out almost in a whisper, your arms wrapping around you as if to comfort yourself.

Yoongi's eyes rest on yours intently, never straying from their intensity even when a beam of sunlight emerging from behind the clouds illuminates them. He could stare at them forever, honestly, drink them in like they're meant to be. If he could paint them, he would though he's assured not even the most skilled painter out there could do them justice.

"Alright," you start again, awkwardly rolling back and forth on the balls of your feet. "I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah," Yoongi replies, his feet slowly traipsing towards the front door. I don’t wanna go. He's almost at the door when he turns around again. "I'll see you soon."

You look like you're about to nod your head, face turned solemn when you stop mid-thought. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." Dropping your arms to your sides, you add, "You can stay for a little longer if you like–"

"Oh, thank God!" It's as if a force takes over him once the words leave your lips, fueling him with bravery because the next thing Yoongi knows is he's stalking over to you in quick steps, his arms wrapping around your waist in a blink of an eye before his mouth is on yours.

There's a split second of realization happening, a moment where he comes back to his senses – he's kissing you. He's actually kissing you. Not only that, but he kissed you out of the blue, and so far you haven't shown any sign of participation with your arms still by your sides. Oh God. Did he read the situation wrong?

He's about to break it off when he feels the pitter-patter of your fingertips dance across his bare arms, traveling upward until they rest on his shoulders. Yoongi's chest swells with pride at your reaction, and when you draw closer to him with your limbs linking behind his neck, he takes it as his go to do the same, scooting closer until you're chest to chest. You're pressed in between him and the backrest of the couch, the clothes he's been holding sliding down onto the cushion as he drops them in eagerness, his hands finding harbor on your hips instead.

Words can't describe the thoughts and sensations surging through him. The feeling exceeds all expectations, his mind heady as he's intoxicated with your taste. It's an out-of-body experience, a high or a hallucination he accepts with nothing but open arms. As if on electricity, his fingertips tingle while exploring the softness of your skin, from the side of your neck to your jaw and your cheek. He's charged with another wave of energy when your hands find their place on the nape of his neck, nails raking across the short strands of hair there. Soon after, you pull apart staring at each other with bated breaths.

"S-sorry," he stammers, creating some distance to properly look at you. "I probably should've asked first."

Your eyes narrow in a playful manner, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. "You can still ask."

"Can I..." His eyes dart from yours down to your lips and back up. "Kiss you again?"

"I think we can make that happen," you chuckle lightly.

As you look up at him in expectation with your lips curled into a sweet smile, he figures you're waiting for him to make the first move again, so he gently caresses your cheeks with both hands before cupping them, slowly pulling you into him until your lips lock once more.

They dance together in perfect harmony, a constant exchange of dominance happening, and when your tongue swipes languidly across the seam of his mouth, he grants you access to deepen the kiss. It happens involuntarily, but he hums out in satisfaction, the kiss becoming greedier by the second, and before he knows it your hands travel down to his shoulders for leverage as you hoist yourself up to climb onto the backrest of the couch. His hands follow suit, settling below your bare thighs to keep your balance.

And so you ravage each other's mouths like that, becoming more eager in your ministrations. It's not long before your kisses wander down to his jaw along the line of his neck, nestling there with fervor. To Yoongi's surprise, he's been holding up well so far, but the heavier the make-out grows, the more self-conscious he becomes. Thoughts of him and his inexperience guard his mind now – although him moaning out in pleasure when you suckle on a particularly sensitive spot would indicate otherwise. His doubts are hard to fight off though when he feels himself stiffening down south and you're right there. He has to address this before you can take things further.

"Hey..." he mumbles, moving his hands behind the bend of your knees.

"Hm?" you hum out in between kisses.

"Can I ask you something?"

Your eyes are level now as you lift your head. "Sure."

Taking a deep breath, he begins, "Does it bother you that I'm a virgin?" He bites his lip as soon as the words leave him.

"Why do you ask?" Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you probe further, "Are you planning on having sex?"

The male chokes on his saliva. "No!" Noticing your eyes narrowing at his retort, he backtracks, "It's not that I don't want to. I'm up for it if you are." He makes room for a frustrated groan. "What I'm trying to say is I dunno what I'm doing." And what I'm saying apparently.

"Yoongi," you coo, the tips of your fingers toying with the hair on the back of his head, "why would that matter to me? I like you for you and not for how good you are in bed."

The man has to suppress a sigh of relief. You're too good to be true.

"Besides," you continue, "I don't have a ton of experience either."

"You don't?" His eyes widen in surprise.

A shake of your head serves as your answer. "I only had one boyfriend before. Other than that, I'm not the type for hook-ups. Never took any interest in them." You underline your statement with a shrug of your shoulders.

Yoongi nods in understanding, his heart losing some of the heaviness it carried. He himself never got the whole hook-up culture, the idea filling him with dread. There's already a shudder running down his spine remembering having been forced into playing spin the bottle on more than one occasion. But with you – it's different. It feels right.

"So..." your voice drawls, "are you saying you would wanna have sex?"

"Yeah." His answer comes out like a pistol, sharp and resolute.

"With...me?"

"Yeah."

"Like...now?"

"...Yeah."

You regard him as if he just grew horns, but Yoongi barely has the time to respond when you suddenly lose your balance, your entire body tipping backward with a tiny yelp. His arms are fast enough to loop around your middle, but the man himself loses his footing in the process of you falling, so the two of you collide onto the couch cushion together. Your legs are tangled up with each other, his head snugly buried in the crook of your neck. There's a palpable silence lingering in the air as you both try to make sense of the comedic situation, but when you erupt into bellowing laughter underneath him, Yoongi follows your lead with a hysterical cackle of his own.

"Are you okay?" he inquires as he props himself up on his arms, watching your laughing fit with fondness.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You're out of breath when you answer, a hint of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

Yoongi detangles himself from your form, sliding back up the couch until his feet come into contact with the floor again. In his folded position, he grabs ahold of your middle again, pulling you back up with him into your initial position.

"Thank you," you huff, letting your legs slide down his side until you're standing. "I'm sorry, I'm such a clutz."

His hands rest on the small of your back, a smile impossible to fight off his face. He's so infatuated with you, he's about to burst at the seams. "Don't worry about it."

You look like you're deep in thought, taking a sharp inhale when you start again. "So...did you mean what you said earlier? About wanting to have sex with me?"

A nod of his head seals his answer.

"B-but this is so random, and I'm random, and y-you–"

Shutting you up with a sweet peck to your lips, Yoongi soothes your rambling mind. "You're not random. I don't wanna do it with anyone else, and I also don't wanna be with anyone else."

At that, you sport a smile that speaks volumes, levels of endearment and affection evident in it. With a chaste kiss to the corner of Yoongi's mouth, you release yourself from his grasp before taking his hand into yours.

He interlaces fingers with you, a gummy grin splayed out across his face, and then you lead him down the hallway to what he believes to be your bedroom.

The door closes behind you with a light click before you turn back around to face Yoongi. Rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth, you murmur, "So, here we are."

"Here we are," Yoongi repeats, standing at the edge of your bed. You stride over to him in slow steps, his eyes devouring every exposed inch of your arms and legs. He should be nervous – which he still is – but at the same time he has never been so sure about anything in his life before.

His hands grab you by the waist as your arms wrap around his neck. You pull him down towards you, determined yet tentative enough to create tension, and then your lips meet again in another passionate kiss. It turns heated fast thanks to the prior build-up, and through tongues and teeth you peel off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Yoongi follows suit, fumbling with the hem of your tanktop before lifting it upward at a tantalizing pace. Your lips disconnect for a second to accommodate, but when he's met with your bra-clad chest his brain shuts down. Wow, okay. You're not wearing anything particularly fancy underneath, but your cleavage delicately spilling out above the cups still has him speechless.

Luckily, you catch onto his sudden blackout, clutching him by the sides as you continue kissing him. "We can stop anytime you want, by the way," you mumble against his lips, lovingly nibbling on the lower one. "No pressure whatsoever."

He furiously shakes his head at that, his hands coming up to cradle your face before engulfing you in another kiss. One of his hands moves to weave through your hair, holding you by the back of your head as he intensifies it, tongue lapping out from time to time. There's no way in hell he's going to let that chance slip from his fingers now.

As if you read his mind, you guide his other hand towards the back of your shoulder blades, helping him unclasp your bra before letting it roam around the side of your ribcage where it rests right under the curve of your boob. "Don't be shy." You smirk against his lips. "You can touch me."

Swallowing down, he follows your proposal, his hand slowly trailing upward until it cups the soft mound. Holy shit. Rolling it back and forth in between his fingers, your response comes in the form of gasps that grow more eager when he swipes his thumb across your nipple.

Your fingers glide below the waistband of his shorts, the garment falling to the floor in an instant. You repeat the same process for his boxers although there's some resistance due to the tighter fit and his boner. Once they slide past the swell of his ass though, they accompany his shorts at his feet – followed shortly by your own shorts and panties. Both pieces pool on the floor in the blink of an eye before you gently push him backward until his calves collide with the side of your bed.

At this point, Yoongi realizes he's stark fucking naked in front of you – but so are you. Holy fuck. His heart races in excitement. With an outstretched arm, he reaches for the surface behind him, his other arm wraps around your middle guiding you with him onto the bed as you straddle him. You're so lost in each other, lips locked and bodies melding together. Your heat brushes against his hard-on, the tip of it gliding back and forth in between your folds causing you both to gasp.

This is just crazy, Yoongi thinks to himself. Just yesterday, he was down in the dumps, the future of his friendship with Namjoon and you uncertain. And today, he got back both his best friend and the girl of his dreams – the latter currently maneuvering his hands down to her cheeks, humming out in satisfaction as he gently grabs a handful of each globe.

"Yoongi..." Your voice is coarse as you mewl his name. "I want you."

He mumbles against your lips, eyes barely open. "You have me."

"No," you whine with a pout, "not like that."

The man chuckles at your playfulness, peppering a small kiss onto the apple of your cheek. "Okay then." His hold around you is secure as he moves you both further onto the bed, but before he can carry on his mind starts racking – you probably need preparation. And he definitely needs skill for that. "Do you..." He trails as you look back at him in question, your striking eyes not making it any easier on him to avoid this. God, she's so beautiful. "Want me to do anything before we...do it?"

You immediately shake your head, pressing a kiss onto the corner of his lips. Gingerly, you guide one of his hands down to your center. "I'm so wet already. I can't wait any longer," you whisper into the shell of his ear.

Holy fuck. This must be a wet dream – no pun intended. Yoongi watches in awe as you glide his hand through your folds once, gathering some of the slick with his fingers.  

"See?" you point out nonchalantly yet with a hint of pride.

He doesn't understand what's happening in his head, but at the sight of his fingers coated in your wetness, he can't help but bring them up to his lips, fascinated by the fact that you're this aroused for him. So he pops them into his mouth, his eyes intent on yours as he laps his tongue around them.

Your eyes turn more sinister at the sight, and something changes inside of him as well because all Yoongi can think about now is putting his mouth on you, his mind reeling from your taste. "Maybe just for a min–"

"Yes!" The word leaves you in a breathless manner, desperate yet demanding, and so Yoongi locks lips with you again, gently pushing you down onto the sheets.

It's not long before his kisses move further down across your neck to your collarbone. Once he settles on your chest, you can't contain your sounds, a single moan in the form of his name leaving you as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. With his hand he occupies the other, switching up and mirroring his movements as he either flicks his tongue and rubs his fingers across or delicately bites and pinches your pert nubs. His trail of kisses soon leads onward down the expanse of your torso, and if it weren't for the fact that you're so eagerly awaiting for him to pleasure you, he would thoroughly process the sight in front of him. You're heaven-sent, a gift he never knew he needed with the way you're spread out, wet and ready for him.

"Yoongi..." your voice pulls him out of his fantasy, so he forces himself into action before he starts getting lost in the scene.

Running a digit across your slit, Yoongi tests the waters. When his movement is met with a heady sigh, he draws closer until his face is level with your heat. Fuck, okay. Heaven has got nothing on the view before him. He gives it another shot, slowly circling the pad of his pointer finger around the entire expanse of your opening. You visibly shudder, granting him another audible sigh. "Give me pointers, please" is all he asks of you before he dives in, licking up a single stripe from bottom to top.

Your reaction is immediate, a choked-out gasp sounding from you, multiplying in quantity as he repeats the process a couple more times. "Keep going like that."

Your positive feedback spurs him on as he laps relentlessly at your core, growing more eager when your fingers card through his hair. He must be doing something right then. He watches porn from time to time and it's his only reference, but there must be some truth hiding in there. So next up, he opts for the nub on top of your slit after each lick, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from you as he encloses it with his lips.

"Fuck, Yoongi..." You're a moaning mess now, gripping the strands on the top of his head tighter. "Just like that."

The man takes huge pride in making you feel this heated, causing him to grin into your mound. Throwing small kitten licks into the repertoire, he switches between flicking your clit with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.

"Right there," you order breathlessly. "More pressure."

Yoongi obliges, putting more pressure into his ministrations to be rewarded with a slight tug on his soft tuft of hair and the loudest moans yet.

"Yeah, that's it." Your voice is coarse from the exertion. "Please, don't stop."

He would never dream of stopping in this situation, so Yoongi sticks to the same action and speed, ignoring the ache starting to settle in his jaw and how tired his tongue is getting, dead-set on giving you the release you're asking for. From the looks of it, it might be not much longer until it finally arrives.

"I'm gonna cum soon," you huff out, your hands finding refuge in the softness of your sheets now as you writhe beneath him.

Fuck, okay. No time to rest. With fervor, his hands settle around your thighs for leverage and to keep you in place as he ravages your core, his eyes focused on the rising and falling of your chest. You look and sound nothing short of a fantasy, the noises that leave your lips have him almost bust his nut on the spot. How is he going to survive the rest of the act?

"O-oh God, I'm cumming!" you then choke out, your voice croaky as your thighs tense up around Yoongi's head before thrashing around at your release.

The man is too wrapped up in the way you grind your cunt further into his face to notice he's been doing the same, dragging his cock back and forth on the bunched-up blanket below his hips. God, he's so turned on, he might explode any second.

Pulling him up by the arm, you're eagerly waiting until your eyes are level before you speak again but not before sealing your lips with his, licking the remnants of you off of him. "Your turn now," you mumble against his mouth, teasingly gnawing on his bottom lip.

At that, Yoongi's eyes shoot open. "I-I don't think I'm gonna–"

"Just for a minute?" you bargain, repeating his words from earlier.

Staring into your eyes, blown-out and hooded, he complies with a nod. How can he say no to that? Apart from that, he's more than curious to find out what a blowjob feels like – especially from you. But at the same time, concern starts settling in as he figures this is going to be the first time he's going to be intimate with someone in this sense, and you're the first pair of eyes that are going to see him in this vulnerable state. He never cared much about it before, but what if you expect more from him down there? What if he's not enough? And what if this is all going to be over in a second?

With a gentle hand on his chest, you push him down onto the sheets, snaking down the entire expanse of his silhouette. You pepper small kisses all over his skin, from his pectorals to his taut stomach down to the trail of hair leading to his dick.

He's taken aback by the time and care you take for his pleasure, hands caressing his sides, lovingly drawing circles into the skin with your thumb. There's no other way but to feel loved and comforted under your touch.

Once you've reached his length, you look up at him through your eyelashes, a hand gently wrapping around it. "Is this still okay?"

The man can't manage out more than an enthusiastic nod, and with that, you stroke him in a slow up and down motion, your lips kissing his leaking tip before closing around it.

Holy shit, okay. His mouth falls agape at the foreign contact, a barely audible gasp leaving him. You're so wet and warm covering him like a blanket, so contrary to his previous concern, his fingers card through your locks in support fast enough as you swallow him further. "Fuck," he voices out his thoughts this time, another string of curses coming from him when your movements become faster.

You seem to enjoy yourself, the sparkle in your eyes and the muffled moans a sure indicator, but the audiovisual of your tongue lapping around him while your meticulously manicured hand covers the rest threatens an early end.

Releasing him with a pop sound, you seek eye contact. "Does it feel okay?" The inquiry comes out almost as a whisper, the exertion evident on your features.

"M-more than okay," he breathes out as your hand still strokes him in swift motions.

At that, you break out into a small smile before diving back down, swallowing him whole while your tongue laves over the prominent vein traveling from the bottom to the tip.

This contrast of images has Yoongi in a chokehold, that innocent little smile paired with this sinful action right after – it's heaven and hell at the same time. "O-okay," Yoongi groans out, eagerly guiding you back on top of him as his patience starts wearing thin. "That was a minute."

"Yeah, you're right." You chuckle at his antics, placing a small kiss on the apple of his cheek. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

He watches you stretch across the side of your bed, your hand reaching out for the handle of your nightstand drawer as you rummage for a while before pulling out a square, tin-foiled package.

"Are you sure you still...wanna do it?" Your eyes rest on his, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth. "I mean it’s kind of a big deal for you..."

Yoongi senses your hesitation, the constant fiddling of your thumb along the toothed edge of the condom package a clear hint. Stopping your mindless fidgeting, he takes ahold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as the small square plops onto his abdomen with a rustling sound. "I still want to. Do you?"

You look down at him from your straddling position, his erection prodding into the flesh of your bottom. Humming out in confirmation with a bright smile on your face, you tighten the grip on his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before shuffling down his body.

He follows your movements with hawkeyes, from the way your fingers delicately rip open the package to the same ones slowly rolling down the latex onto his cock. A small hiss leaves his lips at the contact, his eyelids fluttering close for a split second. When he opens them again, your heat is already hovering above him.

"Are you ready?" A nod of his is all you need to finally sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch.

Holy fuck. How is he going to survive this?

"Is everything good?" you inquire, your hands rubbing comforting circles into his sides.

Good would be a word to describe it though not quite the truth either. In fact, it would be an understatement and an exaggeration at the same time considering how your warm walls engulf him so tightly that he can't form coherent thoughts – his entire brain power is spent on not cumming on the spot. "Y-yeah," Yoongi huffs out along with an incredulous chuckle.

"I'll be gentle," you inform him before your lips tug into a small smile, and then you slowly but surely start swiveling your hips in a back and forth motion to test the waters.

His reaction is immediate, a grunt resounding in his chest which he transfers outward when you produce a similar sound.

Your mouth falls agape with a plethora of gasps escaping you, rocking back and forth at a faster pace once Yoongi's hands search for refuge on your hips. With his help, you soon settle for a rhythm that has you both satisfied, turning the two of you into a moaning mess.

"Fuck..." He's at a loss for words besides the occasional curse, his eyes transfixed on your figure moving so effortlessly atop of him. It's still beyond him how he got himself in this position since he had no intention of getting involved romantically like...ever. He has no regrets though. This is where he wants to be – with you.

A bright grin graces your lips as you watch him drown deep in his thoughts. "Does it feel good?"

He mirrors your mien with a gummy smirk of his own. "Yeah, pretty fucking good actually." His hands explore your territory, traveling down towards the curve of your ass before sliding back up your sides. They halt under the swell of your breasts where his eyes stay fixated on his thumbs digging into the curve underneath. God, she's so gorgeous, he thinks to himself.

You let out a light chuckle at his hesitating state. "Don't hold back." Laying your hands atop of his, you guide them towards your globes, supporting him by giving them a gentle squeeze. "I know you want to."

Shit, okay. How can you say such things while wearing the most innocent of smiles? Without spending another thought, he complies by rolling the mounds in the palm of his hands, the pads of his fingertips grazing the little pebbles hardening under his touch.

His actions grant a reaction from you as you fall forward, an arm resting beside his head on the bed while the other plants on the wall above the headboard. Grinding harder into him, your mewls grow louder which in turn render Yoongi more eager in his touch.

Wrapping an arm around your middle, he draws you down closer to him until your chest ends up right in front of his face. You look downright delectable from this angle, your breasts bouncing and a sheen of sweat forming in between them. So Yoongi leans forward, catching one of them in his mouth, lovingly nibbling on your nipple as he sucks it in.

"Fuck, Yoongi!" you gasp out, picking up the pace of your thrusts.

He switches over to the other one while his hand travels towards the side of your neck, trailing further upward to cup your cheek. Releasing your pert nipple with a loud pop sound, his mouth moves along the expanse of your chest, his kisses following the line of your clavicle as he drags you down before he does the same to your neck.

You're basically breathing into his ear, heavy pants passing through your parted lips as you ride him harder, no rest for you in sight anytime soon.

Yoongi catches on to your physical exertion, pulling your face towards his to place a sweet peck onto your lips. "Do you want me to take over?" he asks, unsure of what that would entail for him. But you've been doing so great for him, so he wants to learn and return the favor.

"Are you okay with that?" you probe, slowing down your pace as you inspect him.

The man hums out a positive response, planting another chaste kiss onto your lips before deepening it, his hand carding through the strands on the back of your head to hold you there.

The kiss causes you to halt the movements of your hips, your form sitting still atop of him as you comply with his action, your own hands searching for a place on his shoulders.

Yoongi's entire focus is on you and the softness of your lips, so he doesn't notice your walls dragging upward on his length in slow motion until you're separated, a silent hiss leaving you at the loss of contact.

His hand is on your hip when you climb off of him to lie down, gently guiding you onto the surface. Your eyes stay set on his for the entire duration until you lay flat on your back, your stare now fleeting towards the spot where you used to be connected.

It's somewhat of an intimidating yet exhilarating feeling for Yoongi. He's unsure of what to do, having never been in this situation before, but when you look up at him with a small smile and an equally small nod of your head, he's certain everything is going to be okay. You've been beyond loving and patient for him so far, so he takes it upon himself to please you now, slowly burying himself back in between your folds.

Your mouth falls agape at the intrusion, a small gasp drawing out of you until he has fully entered you.

It hasn't been long, but Yoongi is already sure he's not going to grow tired of the sight of you like this anytime soon. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you reply, your eyes shutting close for a second before fluttering open again. "You can keep going."

Following your order, he props himself up on his forearms. His face is right above yours, and after placing a quick peck onto the apple of your cheek, he proceeds to pound into you, gradually picking up his pace.

Your pants become higher-pitched and quicker in succession, so when you pull Yoongi's lips onto yours they can still be heard as a muffled sound.

The kiss turns more heated as you wrap your legs around his middle, pressing him flush to your naked form. This doesn't make things easier for Yoongi at all. To his surprise, he's been able to manage well, but the sensation of your thighs around his hips and your tongue wrestling with his all while moaning out at his ministrations serves as a difficult task to keep his composure.

Pulling apart from the kiss, you inspect the man above you. "Are you close?"

It takes him a moment to think about how to answer. He's dangerously close to his release, but he doesn't want to disappoint you as he enjoys watching you writhe and whimper under him.

Before he can give you an affirmative answer, you take the words right out of his mouth. "It's okay, babe."

Babe. You just called him babe. The idea of a pet name always had him almost throw up in his mouth, but hearing you call him such an endearing term without even having settled on where your relationship is headed fills him with hope. Maybe you're actually going to be boyfriend and girlfriend after this? He would very much like that.

A particularly hard thrust of his hips has you moaning out louder than before, your face scrunching up tightly before softening again. "Oh, fuck!"

The audiovisual of you beneath him like that has the core in his stomach tightening, so incredibly tight that Yoongi thinks he might burst at the seams. "Shit! Okay." And with that, the knot finally tears as he releases spurt upon spurt into the condom. His face finds harbor in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perspiring skin.

The two of you remain in this position with Yoongi riding out his high though overstimulation starts creeping its way into his nervous system. He's certain he's never felt this fucking good in his entire life. Not even when he won the national basketball tournament back in high school after excruciating training sessions and an infinite number of mishaps during those.

"Hey..." your voice pulls him out of his delirious state. "Are you still with me?"

He musters you through hazy eyes. "Yeah..." His vision travels across your face, taking in the fucked-out condition of your features. Your lips are swollen from all the kissing, your lids heavy and your hair a mess. Remembering the situation you were in just mere seconds ago, a rush of realization suddenly takes over him. "You haven't finished yet," he murmurs out.

"Oh..." You lick your lips. "It's fine. You already took care of me–"

You can barely conclude your thought when Yoongi carefully unsheaths himself from you, laying down on his side where he rests his head on his propped-up hand. He already misses the feeling of being inside of you, but hopefully there will be another opportunity for that soon. His hand traverses the expanse of your torso before resting above your core. "Help me out here, please."

"Okay," you comply without hesitation, the single word coming out as a whisper.

Your eyes are trained on his digits when he inches his middle and ring finger through your slit, collecting some of your essence before entering.

There's an immediate response from you, a lewd moan leaving your lips as you throw your head back further into the feathery pillow.

Plunging deeper into your pussy, Yoongi soon finds a rhythm that has you keening under his touch, your hand grabbing ahold of his wrist in desperation as he repeatedly drags his fingers in and out of you. His gaze has been fixated on his hand disappearing in between your thighs this entire time, he doesn't notice yours lingering on him until he turns his head, meeting your eyes filled with lust and want. The image is so intimate, the two of you never straying your vision from the other. It has Yoongi remembering the times when your eyes would meet though the distance in between you was inevitable. There were always worlds separating you, emotionally and physically – but not anymore.

Your grip around his wrist tightens, angling his hand in a different manner so that the palm of it snaps into your clit with every thrust. "Shit! That's it."

Yoongi watches your eyelids flutter shut as you lose yourself in the feeling, so he heightens the sensation for you by bending forward and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, suckling on it lightly.

There's an increase of volume to your moans, added by another string of profanities. Your hand cards through his sweaty locks, holding him by the back of his head. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Though Yoongi fears this whole act might leave him with carpal tunnel syndrome, he never lets up the pace of his hand, making sure his angle hits your clit just right. He can already sense your walls tightening around his digits, clenching for a split second before loosening again.

You gently pull him by the hair, guiding him towards your face as your hand travels down to his jaw. Your eyes are level again, staring into each other's depths before you pull him down towards your lips. The kiss is somewhat messy from the movement of Yoongi's hand, but it's passionate and hungry nonetheless.

Yoongi feels your lips part from his, and he ends up watching you from above again, admiring the way your brows twitch together and the corners of your mouth curl upward into a smirk.

"Okay, I'm cumming," you announce breathlessly, your smile shifting into an o-shape.  

Holy fuck. The intensity of your pussy clenching around his fingers drives him insane. It's beyond anything he could imagine. That, along with your back arching off of the mattress and your legs locking around his hand, has his mind reeling. What would it feel like if you came around his cock? Oh my God.

"Oh God," your voice brings him back to reality. "That was..." You're unable to finish your sentence, an exhausted yet excited chuckle escaping you. "That was something."

"A good something?" Yoongi inquires with a cocky quirk of his eyebrow, slowly extracting his fingers from your cunt.

Letting out a loud huff, you run a hand through your tangled strands. "Yeah, no joke."

With a nonchalant nod of his head, he inspects the slick covering his fingers. "Okay, good." It was hot actually – beyond hot. He still can't believe he could have that kind of effect on you. Licking his fingers clean, he immediately relishes the taste but also regrets his action at the same time. He needs to stop doing that shit or else he's going to pounce on you again.

From his peripheral view, Yoongi can see your eyes set on his every move, so when he turns back to you, you take him by surprise as you immediately draw him in for a kiss. There's a fair amount of tongue involved, but it remains sweet and demure all the same. Once you pull apart, you lovingly pat his cheek. "Go clean up."

You press one last kiss to his other cheek before he climbs off the bed, sauntering towards the hallway down to the bathroom. It's gotten significantly colder, another storm brewing among the clouds when suddenly the first droplets of heavy rain can be heard in the distance again. Once in the bathroom, Yoongi checks his appearance in the mirror. His hair is disheveled, blonde streaks sticking up in every direction, and his cheeks and lips are rosier than usual, taking on a similar shade of pink as the blotches all over his neck. He just had sex with you – his first time at that. "Fuck." The curse comes out in disbelief as he carefully peels the condom off his dick, disposing of it in the trash.

When Yoongi returns to your room, you're already wrapped up in your blanket, longingly looking outside the window with half-lidded eyes. "Uh..." he starts, awkwardly standing in the doorframe.

Your head turns at the sound of his voice, a pleased smile forming on your face as you lift up the blanket patting the empty space beside you.

With a low chuckle, he makes his way over to the bed, slowly climbing in next to you. He's engulfed in comforting warmth as you both watch the drizzling rain outside, the droplets clashing against the cold glass.

It's silent for a long time when you speak up again. "People usually don't like rain, but I find it the most soothing when it's at its worst. It always helps me sleep better."

Yoongi nods at your words. "It's the same for me."

In your position, you turn on your side to face him, an arm propped up on the pillow to support your head. "How are you feeling?" you question, your eyes studying him with care.

A gummy grin appears on his features. If only I could put it into words. "Great."

"Just great?" you inquire with a raised eyebrow.

He repeats, his grin growing wider, "Just great."

"Okay." Letting out a light chuckle, you rest your head on your folded arm. "I think I understand."

At that, Yoongi can't suppress the giggle leaving his lips. You're really a dream come true, catching onto his thoughts without him having to reveal much.

"Do you feel any different at all?" you probe further, fixing a strand of hair Yoongi missed earlier.

It comes involuntarily, a loud cackle resounding from Yoongi. "Am I supposed to develop superpowers or something?"

"No, you idiot," you whine with a pout, hitting the man lightly on his biceps to which he reacts with another chuckle. "I mean emotionally – about us."

The space in between his brows furrows. "Why would I feel any different about us?"

"I dunno." Humming out in thought, you roll onto your back, gaze averting to the ceiling. "I guess I still can't comprehend you're actually into me."

"Why would you think that?" His tone is laced with concern. Did he do something wrong? He thought everything was okay. What happened?

"It's just..." you stall, rolling your bottom lip in between your teeth. "You are you, and I am me. You know? We're so fundamentally different. You're cool as a cucumber, and I'm all over the place. I never thought you'd like me like that."

Yoongi looks at you in confusion. He didn't know you were harboring the same worries as him, and if it wasn't for the fact that the two of you just committed one of the most significant acts of trust he wouldn't be sure how to respond now. "Hey." He catches your attention, grabbing ahold of your skittish hand that's tugging at the seam of the blanket, interlacing his fingers with yours. "I like you because you're so different from me." At that, you finally meet his eyes, so he continues, "You were willing to get to know the real me and not just this moody, closed-off image that people tend to stick with. You were open enough to see me for who I really am. I know I always preach this I don't care attitude, but..." The words trail off his tongue, the idea of revealing such personal thoughts to you for the first time rendering him anxious. "It feels pretty damn good to be understood."

His heart almost beats out of his chest as you solely stare at him, and seconds pass before you break the silence along with an upward curl of your lips. "I'm glad I could do that for you."

It somehow comes naturally to him, but Yoongi pulls your hand towards his lips, sending a light peck to the back of it. Everything is brand new to him yet it feels like he's done it a hundred times before, so comforted and assured in your presence. "If anything"–he lets out a sigh–"I should be wondering what you're doing with a grumpy old man like me."

You scoff with a slight shake of your head, a smile following shortly. "I thought we already established you're more than that."

A simple shrug of his shoulders serves as his reply.

"Is this your way of telling me you wanna hear nice things said about you, too?" With your hands still intertwined, you move them to lightly poke his cheek, stretching out your pointer finger.

Another shrug of his shoulders – this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Alright," you chuckle, turning back onto your side. "You're more than meets the eye, and that intrigues me. You possess so much love and care for the people close to you – no matter how much their personalities might clash with yours – in your unique kind of way, and you stand by that. I think that's really attractive."

Yoongi can't help but look at you in admiration, a spark in your eyes as you list all of his qualities.

"Yes, you might be mysterious," you continue in a heartbeat, "but you're like an open book when it comes to something you're passionate about. It's clear in your eyes because they have so much fondness in them – not to mention they're also insanely pretty."

When he watches you, Yoongi might experience said fondness in his stare. He can't help but want to dote on you now.

"And also"–your gaze lingers on his hand enclosing yours–"I have a thing for nice hands."

"Oh yeah?" A smirk stretches across his face.

You nod, rubbing your thumb over a prominent vein raking across his knuckles. "And I also"–shuffling closer to him, your eyes lock with his–"have a thing for nice lips."

His tongue laps out, wetting them. "Do you?"

A low hum leaves you, and then you close the distance, lips pressing against each other in a languid kiss.

Yoongi doesn't think he's ever going to get tired of this. He's like putty in your hands, your interlocked limbs lodged in between your transpiring chests mimicking how close he holds you to his heart. With his other hand, he trails a line along the underside of your jawline, cupping your chin to deepen the kiss.

It's not long before you break it off, grinning against his lips. "You're a really good kisser, by the way."

At that, a puff of air escapes him, brushing across your cheek.

"I'm serious," you encourage him. "Your lips are so soft, but your hands are rough. It's kinda hot, actually."

He laughs at that, a wholehearted laugh that echoes off the walls. You're one of a kind. "You're a charmer – and also not too bad yourself."

"Also," you continue, "I can't believe this was your first time. Like it seems impossible after all that."

The man loses himself in another fit of laughter. You seriously need to stop fueling his damn ego. "It's true though."

"Liar."

"Nope."

"It makes no sense."

"I did my best. That's all."

"Oh, that you did." A dark chuckle passes your lips. "I'm not gonna lie – I like that bold side of yours."

"Don't get used to it." Before you can barge in another smart remark, Yoongi places a chaste kiss on the apple of your cheek, As he regards you with intent, he gently brushes your tousled hair behind your ear. "We did things kinda backwards, didn't we?"

"What do you mean?"

"We straight-up jumped into things – which I don't regret, so don't take this the wrong way. But it all happened so fast." The man pauses, watching your chest rise and fall as you laugh at his antics. "I didn't even have the chance to properly look at you. Like–" Lifting up the blanket, he's met with your naked frame, soaking in the lines of your body like a sponge. "–holy fuck!"

Now it's your turn to erupt into bellowing laughter. "You're an idiot." You send a playful jab to his chest.

"No, but for real." He drops the blanket back into place. "I'm new to all of this, relationships and dates and stuff. But I want to try it – with you. I really do like you, _____."

"I like you, too, Yoongi." Placing a gentle peck on the back of his hand, you elaborate, "So much."

"Okay, cool." He can't fight off the gummy grin forming on his face. His heart is soaring, leaping into unknown dimensions. He should feel scared entering untouched territory, but with you he feels safe. He feels right. "So, what now?"

"Hm..." Peering outside the window, you proceed, "It doesn't look like the rain is gonna let up anytime soon, so I guess you're gonna be stuck with me here for a little longer."

"Ah, what a shame." Sarcasm drips off his tongue as he drags you on top of him, a tiny squeal escaping you. "Guess we have to find something else to do then."

You catch onto his drift, head dropping down to engulf him in a deep kiss before pulling apart again. His member already hardens though if you notice it you don't mention it. "I need a pit stop first – pee, clean up – and then I'm all yours."

Yours. Yoongi likes the sounds of that.

"Are you hungry at all?"

He's fighting the urge to reply with a lame joke about being hungry for you though his grin might give him away. "Starving, actually."

"By the way"–slowly sliding off of him though one leg stays still draped across his body, you muster him with warm eyes–"this gives me an idea. I think I know why we work so well, and I need to see if I'm right."

Looking at you in confusion, Yoongi lets you continue nonetheless.

"What's your take on pineapple on pizza?"

It doesn't take long for him to respond. "I like it."

"Okay, how about raisin bread?"

He nods without much thought. "Also okay with that."

"Seafood?" you pry further, your head resting on your propped-up hand.

"Namjoon is the biggest seafood antagonist, but I don't get why."

"I know, right?" you blurt out. "Things would've never worked out with him." As you squint down at the man below you, you catch sight of him trying to suppress laughter. "Don't tell him I said that."

Yoongi watches you fondly, endeared by your weird antics. He could spend the rest of the day with you like this, he concludes.

"Soft or hard peaches?" you continue your interrogation.

"Easy," he hums out confidently, his hand wandering down to grab a handful of your ass. "Both. I don't discriminate."

As you let out a flustered chuckle, you shake your head at his move. "You're lame, but you're right. They each have their pros and cons."

He spanks your cheek lightly, causing you to gasp. Don't get used to it my ass. Yoongi enjoys catching you off-guard.

"Okay, last one – and probably the most important one." You make room for a dramatic pause. "Crunchy or mushy cereal?"

His eyebrows turn into squiggly lines. "Mushy."

"Oh?" Your lips take on a circle shape. "Is this where we part ways?"

"What, why?" Yoongi pouts, sounding more desperate than he intends to. "Kendrick Lamar says it has to be soggy. A 60:40 soggy to crunchy ratio, to be exact."

"Who are you going to agree with? Kendrick or your potential girlfriend?"

Girlfriend. His brain rewires as soon as the word leaves your lips. Did you really just call yourself his girlfriend? Well, potential girlfriend. Talk about catching off-guard. "Y-you, of course," he gulps.

"Good boy." You playfully pat his cheek, pecking his lips. "I'll see what I can find in the kitchen."

This is an entirely new ballpark for Yoongi – the pet names, the compliments, the display of affection. He's still in awe when you finally set foot on the floor, even more so as you stand tall in your bare form.

"Do you want music?"

"That'd be nice actually."

"Anything else?"

The male ponders for a second, the edges of his eyebrows rising further into his forehead. "Maybe you in that Lola costume?"

"You're such an idiot."

Yoongi falls flat onto the couch, face-planting into one of the throw pillows. "Remind me to never play again when it's like 80 degrees outside."

"You never learn, do you?" Seokjin peers over at his roommate, one leg propped up on his thigh as he picks up a slice of mango from the small plate in his hand, practically swallowing the piece whole. "It's not the first time you say that."

The air hangs heavily in the room, sticky and thick, a few open windows contributing next to nothing to a – very much needed – natural air circulation.

"Yeah, but this time I mean it." The words come out as a muffled mess, the younger one's face still buried in the soft cushion when he feels several light taps on his butt.

"Come on, get up. You have guests around."

With a tired groan, he pulls himself into an upright position, reaching out for the person who disturbed his peace yet whose voice he loves so much. "You're not a guest though. You pretty much live here."

"She's talking about us, dude," Hoseok chimes in from the other couch, chugging almost half of his Sprite in one go.

Shooting a deadpan expression Hoseok's way, Yoongi explains, "You're barely guests either. You hang out here every other day."

The younger one doesn't respond to his friend's attitude, already used to it after two long decades of friendship.

Yoongi's eyes soften again as they land on the foreign yet well-known hands he's holding, pulling the person attached to them down onto his lap.

"Ah, you're all sweaty!" you whine, wriggling from side to side in Yoongi's grip as his arms remain wrapped around you.

"No, lemme hold you!"

"Take a shower first!"

"Usually you don't care."

"Okay, but today I do."

Your quarrel continues for a little longer when Hoseok clears his throat. "It's like you guys traded places."

As you give up and finally settle down in your lover's lap, you regard the man on the other side. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Hoseok sets his empty can down on the coffee table, leaning in closer, "not in a million years would I have imagined this dude"– his finger points at Yoongi–"to be so lovey-dovey with someone, and you, on the other hand, to be the opposite."

"Are you saying I'm soft?" Your boyfriend speaks up, his eyes narrowed into thin slits.

Hoseok nods his head, picking up a slice of watermelon from the plate in front of him.

Looking down at the male whose fingers are still interlocked with yours, you sport a bright beam. "Aw, babe. He says you're soft for me." You unclasp your hands to poke his cheeks only to cup them instead when he tries to escape. Ultimately, Yoongi stops fighting against your touch, letting you press a light kiss onto his lips.

He can't help it, the way his cheeks flush a light shade of pink and a hint of a gummy smile takes over him, so he sends a quick peck onto your bare shoulder before hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

"Did I miss anything?" Namjoon joins the rest of you in the living room, one of his hands occupying a cold beer while the other carries a six-pack composed of the same ones.

"Yoongi is soft," you announce gleefully, uncaring of how your words could be perceived.

Namjoon's eyes widen at your statement, and on the recliner next to you, Seokjin chokes on a piece of mango. It takes him a good ten seconds to come down from his coughing fit. "Can we please"–one last cough comes to the surface–"stop saying people are soft without giving any further context?"

"I don't even think I wanna know at this point," Namjoon grumbles, setting down the six-pack on the coffee table before crashing onto the cushion next to Hoseok.

Shrugging your shoulders, you rest your head atop your boyfriend's. "By the way," turning to the youngest, you interrogate him, "how are things going with Kris?" A mischievous smile stretches across your face.

"Oh..." Namjoon scratches the nape of his neck, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "I don't wanna say too much, but I think things are going great." His smile is impossibly wide although it's evident he's trying to suppress it to the best of his abilities. "Thanks again for introducing us."

"You're welcome. And from what I've heard–"

"Did she say anything?" Namjoon interrupts you, enthusiasm written all over him.

You crack a small smile at his antics. "Well, lemme just put it this way – she wouldn't say no to taking the next step."

The eldest lets out another light cough. "What's with all the sexual innuendos today?"

Mustering Seokjin with disbelief in your features, you clarify, "I meant asking her to be his girlfriend. Where's your head at, dude?"

"He hasn't gotten laid in a while," Hoseok states nonchalantly. "Do you have more friends you can hook us up with?"

"Yah! You're just as deprived, if not more."

"That's why I said us, man. Calm down."

With a shake of your head, you divert your attention back to Namjoon, drowning out the chaos in the background. "Anyway, I'm glad things are working out between you two. I think you'd make a cute couple."

"Agreed." Namjoon smiles with a small nod of his head. "All of this trouble had one good thing coming out of it at least – well, two." His hand motions towards you and Yoongi.

At the mention of the past events that changed the trajectory of some for you, Yoongi wakes up from his mental slumber. When he peers up at you, you're already looking at him with a fond smile.

"Yeah." Your smile grows in size. "I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out at the end." Unfurling your arm from around Yoongi's shoulders, you lean forward to grab a beer can, opening it with a crack sound as you plop back onto his lap.

His arms immediately find their way back around your waist again, holding onto you tightly despite your initial protest about his sweaty state. Namjoon has seemingly started engaging in conversation with the other two, so your boyfriend has your undivided attention now. "Can I have some, too?" he asks as he watches you sip on the drink. When you bring the can to his lips, he sports a pout. "That's not what I meant."

With a roll of your eyes yet a contradicting smirk, you bend down as you press your lips against his for a fleeting kiss.

"One more?" he pleads.

You comply with a chuckle.

"...One more?"

"And you're trying to tell us"–you give him another peck–"you're not soft."

"Shut up." His signature gummy grin appears at the thought of how infatuated he is with you. It's been a roller coaster full of new discoveries and experiences, but looking at you Yoongi realizes as long as you're there he would do it all over again.

[hobbitsnapes]

YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

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Imagine being Deaf and wanting to feel Dean’s throat as he speaks but he takes it the wrong way

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Deaf!Reader

Words: 419

Warnings: This was a unique request for me. Please know that this was just my interpretation as I do not know how it feels to have hearing impairment. On that note, I don’t want you to ignore any mistakes I may have made or written something that is rude or impolite or just wrong to those who have hearing impairment, PLEASE POINT THEM OUT so that I can understand how to be better! Xx

Request: Hi!! This one's weird but can i request an imagine for Dean W where the reader is deaf and likes to feel people talk by putting her hands on their throat, and Dean's reaction to her doing it him for the first time? I love your writing and would love to see this written in your style.

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Watching Dean speak was your favourite things to do.

Ever since you had joined the brothers in hunting, they had been very welcoming and always asked questions on how to make everything easier and more accessible for you.

Sam, thankfully, had learnt ASL when he was in Stanford and Cas knew it ever since it had originated in the 19th Century.

Dean, however, had a long way to go to be fluent, but he always made sure to grab your attention first and then clearly, but slowly spoke as he looked directly at you even if he was talking to Sam or Cas. The effort he made was invaluable.

You smiled as Dean was talking to you and Sam about a witch and how much he hated them like alwats. His gaze was fixed on you as his lips moved and you interpreted their movements.

You often wondered if Dean’s vocal cords vibrated more than Sam’s, curious if his voice was deeper than his younger brother’s.

Today was a good opportunity to know. Dean was sitting next to you in the library chair while Sam sat opposite to you two.

Not thinking much about it, you extended your arm towards his throat.

His reaction was not what you had expected. Focused on his lips when you had reached out, you didn’t see his eyes widening in confusion and panic until his mouth had fallen open in surprise and his hand had caught your wrist in defence.

Bewildered, you gaped at his younger brother for an explanation. Sam told Dean to leave your hand while facing you so that you could read his lips.

Then, he shifted to sign language to explain that his older brother had thought you had wanted to strangle him.

Holding your hand up near your forehead, you bent your index finger so that the tip of the index finger touched the pad of your thumb and flicked your index finger so that it pointed up to sign that you understood.

You motioned that you wanted him to tell Dean what you had wanted to do. Sam, usually being the interpreter between you both relayed the message properly

Nodding at him, Dean repeated the sign that you had done a few moments before to tell you that he understood now as well and spoke that you were welcome to do so in the Bunker only but you had to let him know first.

You beamed as you gently placed your palm against his Adam’s apple and now, you knew that Dean indeed had a deeper baritone.

Feeling Dean speak was now your favourite thing to do.

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Pride and Prejudice (Prologue)

Summary: You are Draco’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, rejection letters, mention of workplace discrimination

Word count: 992

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Another rejection letter. 

It was sad to say, but you were already used to it. You graduated from Hogwarts two years ago, and you’ve applied for many different jobs, but the results were all the same.

A big part of the reason why they turned you down was simple. It was because the Malfoys had a reputation of being death eaters, even though your family was never part of it. 

A knocking on your door pulled you back from your pity party. Your mum came here to inform you that Mrs. Weasley has invited your family to dinner at the Weasley’s tonight.

You knew your family had been friends with the Weasleys for years. When you were little, you would often go and play at the Burrow with your family, but the dinner parties became something only the adults would participate in when you started school. So why were you also invited today?

“Is it gonna be a formal dinner?”

“Not really,” your mum smiled, but you found her smile weirdly suspicious, “but do wear something pretty.”

Something told you that this dinner wasn’t just a regular family friends gathering. Could it be that Mr. Weasley was going to help you find a job? Still having no idea what kind of dinner it would be, you slipped into your white dress, which was not too casual and not too formal.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley welcomed your family at the door. Stepping inside, you realized the inside of the Burrow has changed, but it still emitted the same warmth, just like you remembered. 

You soon realized someone else was sitting on the couch, doodling something on a scratch paper. You recognized that he was one of the twins, and Mrs.Weasley confirmed it by calling him Fred, so he must be the older twin. You knew there were seven kids in the Weasley family, so why was he the only one here?

The dinner seemed like a usual dinner between friends, but you could feel it in your guts that something was up. Finally, after your mum mentioned your unsuccessful attempts at finding a job, you got your answer.

“You know, dear, I know exactly how to solve that problem for you.” Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly at you, “It’s quite easy, actually. If you and Fred get married, you’ll be Y/N Weasley instead!”

You replied with a polite smile. You didn’t know that Mrs. Weasley had such a peculiar sense of humor, but oddly, she looked serious. And your parents looked serious, too.

You let out an awkward laugh, trying to diffuse the sudden seriousness in the air, “I’m sure it’s a great idea, but I just met him today. I don’t think we-”

“That’s not true! You two used to play together all the time when you were little!” Your mum interrupted you.

You looked at your mum all confused. What she was talking about was almost two decades ago. How could you still remember anything from it?

You glanced at Fred, finding it odd that he didn’t have anything to say about this. But he was looking down, probably not paying attention to all the craziness at the table.

“Fred, what do you say?” Mrs. Weasley saw you looking at Fred and asked the question for you.

“Yeah, sounds great.” He answered without even looking up. 

“Brilliant!” Your mum exclaimed, “You guys could get married tomorrow morning!” 

“The sooner, the better!” Mrs. Weasley cheered with her.

Fred finally looked up with his eyes widened, “Getting married? Who’s getting married??”

“You and Y/N, of course. After you two get married, she’ll be a Weasley too! So those shallow people won’t turn her down because of her last name!”

“No! That’s not happening!” Fred shook his head furiously, “If she wanted to be a Weasley, you could adopt her. I don’t mind having another sister.”

“Fred!” 

You kept your polite smile, but you have already rolled your eyes a hundred times in your mind. Like you would ever want to marry him! Yea, he was quite good looking, but he’s also an irresponsible and immature troublemaker. Even if you wanted to marry someone to get a job, Fred Weasley would be the absolute last option.

~

After the strange dinner, you finally confronted your parents when you got home, “Were you serious about that?”

“Y/N, dear, I thought it was a brilliant idea! The Weasleys are so kind, and they are our old friends.”

You realized your mum was so invested in this idea that she couldn’t hear anything opposing it anymore. You were suspecting that your mum already started planning to marry you to one of the Weasley boys since you were little. 

So you turned to your dad, who seemed slightly more rational on this matter. But he said, “Y/N, we know it’s unfair for you. This world is unfair, but now we’ve found a loophole! Besides, if you don’t like that boy, you can always divorce him after you get the job.”

Your mum glared at your dad, and she took your hand, “I think Fred is a brilliant young man! I heard that he opened his own shop when he was only seventeen, and it was a success!”

“Whatever, I just don’t like him.”

“Y/N, don’t be so proud.”

~

“Why is it me!” After your family left, Fred finally asked the question.

“Because you are the only one in this family who’s still single,” Molly answered without looking up from her dishes.

“Mum!” Fred protested, “Charlie is single, too!”

“Charlie is in Romania. It won’t look real if Y/N is so far away from her husband.”

“If I knew better, I would move to Romania, too,” Fred mumbled.

“Fred!”

“I heard that those old money families were very into arranged marriages. Guess they are just the same.”

Molly finally turned to face Fred and replied seriously, “Believe it or not, it was actually my idea! So put your prejudice away!”  

~

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[risjime]

with: iwaizumi; gn!reader

wc: 0.9k

content: fluff, a look back to the beginnings on your relationship, set in highschool

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hajime’s birthday became something special to him in of the last few years. no, it wasn’t because he was getting older and learning to appreciate his years. nor was it because of the fact that it was one of the few days he broke from his steady diet, and allowed himself a few slices of cake. rather, it was because of his senior year in high school, and it being the day he began falling in love with you.

it’s the day before hajime’s birthday, and you’ve just walked home with him and tooru after volleyball practice. "see you tomorrow, boys!" oikawa waves goodbye as you walk into your house, a bright smile plastered on his face. hajime turns to his best friend with a curious expression, "why do you keep inviting them everywhere we go?"

tooru raises a brow in response, "y/n is fun, why wouldn’t i?"

"yeah but to my birthday? do you… have a crush on them?"

he closes his eyes, a small smirk forming as he lets out a tsk, "i don’t, but… why are you asking? hmm iwa-chan? do you have a crush on y/n?"

"shut up dumbass, i was just curious," hajime mumbles as he looks away, allowing oikawa to swiftly change the topic.

it’s the night before hajime’s birthday, and he’s been thinking about you non-stop since he got home. his earlier conversation with his best friend runs through his head, do you have a crush on y/n? could that be the reason he constantly asks you to sit in at their practices, despite the fact you’d only moved to aoba josai the previous semester? no, oikawa couldn’t possibly be trying to play matchmaker for him. unless... was it maybe you that had a crush on him? and oikawa was trying to help you out since they were close? did it even matter? he certainly wasn’t looking for a relationship. he’d have to let you down easy if that was the case.

it’s midnight, and hajime feels lucky that his birthday is on a saturday this year, and that he’s be able to spend it with all of his friends. he looks down at his phone, smiling at the text messages as they appear on his screen. he takes note of your name, questioning why your simple “happy birthday hajime!” seems to stand out against the several other messages.

it’s the evening of hajime’s birthday, and he’s getting ready for his dinner party. he remembers his earlier call with oikawa, who promptly told him to dress nicely. he opts for a simple navy dress shirt, along with black dress pants, and a silver watch. he takes a quick look in the mirror before leaving his house. arriving at the restaurant, he meets with his friends at the entrance. “is that cologne iwa-chan? for a special someone maybe?” oikawa comments, causing mattsun and makki to snicker behind him.

“you told me to dress nice, i assumed i should probably smell good too,” he brushes off the comment, adjusting his collar as he turns to the hostess, “we’re just waiting for one more person.”

“ah there they are,” oikawa smiles as you make your way over to the group.

with a sweet smile, you hold up a small gift bag to him, “happy birthday hajime!”

he’s a little taken aback, but accepts your gift with a soft “thank you” before the group makes their way to the table.

oikawa falls back to hajime’s pace, whispering a playful, “i wonder what it is.”

but, that wasn’t exactly what was on hajime’s mind. he was more taken aback by the fact you got him something. you got him something. it felt special, and he was slowly starting to realize why.

he was trying his best to resist, really, but he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off you. there’s a certain glow in the way you speak with makki beside you. there’s something radiant about your smile. he can’t help the small smile that starts forming on his own lips.

it’s nearing night on hajime’s birthday, and he’s excused himself after the dinner for a moment alone on the restaurant’s balcony. something about him seemed a little off, so you decide to head out to check on him. you find him leaning on the ledge, looking out at the city lights surrounding him. “you doing okay?” you ask softly, stepping forward to stand beside him, “your mind seems like it’s been somewhere else tonight.”

he hums quietly, “i guess it kinda has.”

“mm what’s got the birthday boy’s attention?”

he looks down to you for a second before turning back to the scene, his eyebrows furrowing, as he debates whether or not to tell you. you look up to him curiously, about to reassure him that he doesn’t have to say anything, before he lets out a short, “you.”

he looks back down to you, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. the two of you stand there, looking at each other just like that for a moment.

“i uh- i don’t really know what i’m feeling to be honest, but you’ve been on my mind since yesterday, and... i just can’t stop thinking about you,” he speaks hesitantly, and you can hear his voice lightly quiver, so you place your hand on top of his on the railing.

“i think i feel the same way about you hajime... we can um- i guess we could go on a date and... see where it goes from there?”

he smiles softly down at you, “yeah, okay.”

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[dianapana]

SH Day 2: Fashion Statement

Modern AU, OOC

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Bullies exist everywhere you look, in school, at work, on the street and most of all, on the internet. Countless bullies hide behind the anonymity the internet provides them in order to bring down strangers for no apparent reason. But there is always a reason, jealousy, an inferiority complex, a superiority complex, or plain and simple the bully is a pile of trash and no one should call it a human being. One of the worst things one can do when being active on social media is read the comments, because no matter how many positive comments there are, one bad comment outweighs them all. Scrolling through my Instagram I see the perfect example of this issue. Hinata is barely an acquaintance, I have not seen her since middle school almost a decade ago, she’s not active on any social media, or at least she wasn’t until today. The picture in front of me brings back all of my past thoughts of her, how pretty her face looked, how refreshing and pleasant her lower voice tone was; out of most people I was aware of at the time, she was one of the least annoying. The only thing that bothered me at times was her meek demeanour, how easy she’s fold under the pressure of bullies; and it would appear that she had not changed in that particular category.

The picture was there, I liked it, I looked through the comments, I saw all the negative ones, I saw them misgendering her due to her short hair and baggy clothes, I saw them calling her names; and then there was nothing, because the picture no longer existed. Much like in school, the bully applied pressure on her, and she caved in on herself and chose to hide.

I wish I had taken a screenshot of the picture to post myself, but that would have been an invasion of privacy. She looked older and more mature, her hair was much shorter than in middle school, almost a buzz cut. She had always worn baggy clothes, but her style developed to streetwear, all in all, the picture was, in my opinion, a work of art. But as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. I can’t explain why it bothers me this much the fact that she took it down, but it just does.

I hate all the entitled fucks that think people own them anything. Females do not own them femininity, males don’t own them masculinity and gender non-conforming people don’t own them an androgynous appearance. Gender and fashion style are different issues, they can reflect each other or not. People use clothes for various reasons, as art, as means of expression, or they use them to hide. We talked about this during one of my courses in gender studies in university and it fucked with my brain how many people, young people that are supposably ‘woke’ heard that for the first time. I was shocked how many were unaware of things that I consider common sense.

I have the urge to reach out, assure her that the shit those incompetent fucks commented is the furthest thing from fact. Maybe I also feel guilt, because I was aware she was bullied in school and never helped, my apathy always made me so sure that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t my issue to fix, it wasn’t my battle to fight, and this isn’t either; but I’ve also learned to understand that being quiet might not be as hurtful as actively attacking the person, but it’s damn near close enough. So, I click on her blank profile and shoot her a short message. ‘the pic looked nice. U didn’t have to delete it just cuz some ppl don’t know what style is’

It was partly to comfort her, and partly to prove to myself that I’ve become better even in the slightest. I press the lock button on my phone and the screen turns black, I put it screen down on my bed and leave the room trying to fool myself and the universe that I don’t care if she replies or not.

I return to my work desk, continuing this charade, I am actively trying to not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it. There is something about a 24-year-old Hinata looking the way she does, yet listening to haters, that just doesn’t sit well with me. I’m still in deep thought about the issue when my laptop dings, letting me know I received an email. I half expect it to be Hinata, but it’s work-related and my focus turns to that for the time being. Work keeps me busy for the remaining of the day, enough to push the whole issue out of my mind for real. In a blink of an eye over 9 hours have passed.

I wasn’t able to fully finish everything I wanted, due to some issues but I have to call it a day, since I worked overtime quite a lot. I go back to my bedroom and pick up my phone ready to order some delivery for the night when I see that Hinata responded.

“That was very thoughtful of you, thank you for the kind message.”

“I agree that I shouldn’t let myself be brought down, but it’s devastating in the moment.”

“I’ll try again.”

Her last message makes me click back on her profile to see that she reposted the picture with the caption saying ‘fuck you’. A sense of pride flows into my body, and I can’t fight the urge to comment as well, ‘fuck them all’. I go back to our little chat.

“Im glad u decided to post it again.”

I’m trying to formulate a compliment that doesn’t sound weird, I don’t feel like we are close enough for me to call her beautiful or pretty without it sounding like I am flirting, stunning sounds extreme, sexy and hot feel somewhat disgusting; yet all these five adjectives describe her, because she is beautiful, pretty, stunning, hot and sexy. I’m in the midst of this internal battle when I receive a reply.

“I am too. Thank you again”

I don’t feel like I deserve thanks, so I decide not to write back ‘you are welcome’, but I still want to compliment her so I click back to look at the picture, seeing whether having the picture in front of me will help. I’m lowkey annoyed when I get a notification that I have a new message from her, I am hell bound on finding a compliment and she is hell bound on stopping me. Either way, I click on the message, but upon reading it, my annoyance dies.

“I’m actually in Konoha for the first time in forever. I was thinking…if you maybe want to meet up? I’m here for a month, let me know if and when is a good time for you 😊”

Under normal circumstances, an invitation to ‘hang out’ from any former classmate be it elementary, middle or high school would annoy me further and I’d turn it down immediately. But for some reason, the idea of meeting Hinata after so many years, seeing what she is up to, interacting with her now as adults, makes me oddly enthusiastic. I reply before I can overthink the issue.

“Sure, we can meet, I’m free every Wednesday and throughout the weekend.”

Her reply is almost instant. “That’s perfect! See you Saturday” Reading her message makes me forget what day it is, so I have to look at my phone’s calendar; Saturday is the day after tomorrow, in less than 48hs I will see Hinata. My feelings are conflicted, they lay somewhere between nervousness, which is new, and giddiness, which is even newer. In order to calm myself, I do what I always do, set a goal. By Saturday I’ll have an appropriate compliment for the picture and her, it will have more impact if I say it face-to-face anyway, yes that’s the reason I want to see her, so I can feel as if I completed this little mission of mine, no other reason…