#happy tete day

[nvrh]

30.12.95 <3

[meroutro]

Paints a picture through his music

Happy v day 

[everythingpavloves]

혹시 홍대 가려면 어떻게… “김태형 생일 축하요” 💜🐻🍓😎🎺🐯💜

[atxn8]

Ver "Winter Bear by V" en YouTube

This will akways be one of my favourite Tete's songs. In love with this song

[gretagerwigsmuse]

rooster jealousy fic 🥵🥵🥵

I want all of them

this probably isn’t what you imagined BUT it takes place in an eventual universe where bradley and smart aleck have kids. and yes in my dreams bradley goes as ted lasso for his first halloween with smart aleck and it kinda evolves into peewee soccer coach bradley bradshaw when they have kids since his girl digs it so much (it’s the fucking mustache i stg) - enjoy???

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"Did you see that? You saw that, right?"

Bradley sputtered, frantically pointing across the soccer field to where you were chatting with Max's dad, Zach.

Fucking Zach. Bradley hated Zach. And his stupid crisp button downs and his smarmy face and his shiny loafers and his ridiculous fucking Shelby Cobra that was in no way safe for a child to ride in, unlike Bradley's family-friendly Land Rover. Plus, his son, Max, was a biter.

But more importantly, Bradley hated the way Zach got so close to you to talk about emerging markets or stock options or some shit like that. Fucking prick.

Beside him, Gil frowned. "See what? Mommy?"

"Yes, mommy," he sassed the five year old, not taking his eyes off you from behind his aviators. Wait, was he - no, he did not just put his hand on -

"- TWEEEEEEEEEET," Bradley blew the whistle hanging around his neck, causing his small battalion of five year olds to immediately freeze where they were aimlessly running on the field. If it also caused Zach to retreat his hand from where it was about to touch your arm then that was just a happy coincidence.

"Alright," Coach Bradshaw clapped his hands together a couple times, rounding up the troops, "good job today everyone - especially you, Maddie S, that flower crown looks dynamite on you, wanna see that energy on Saturday for our game against the Yellow Frogs, alright?"

Maddie S preened under the praise, while the rest of the kids nodded seriously. "We gotta keep that defense tight - that means no getting distracted by Jacob R, okay Emily? Yeah, heard about you at nap time the other day, little grabby for kindergarten, I think? That being said, I think Mrs. Armstrong brought orange slices and apple juice if you all want to head over for your snack - "

They dispersed without another word, except Gil, who was drawing what Bradley thought was a - dinosaur? a dog? he didn't really know - on his play whiteboard. He hazarded a glance across the field to see that you still were talking to Zach. God, your ass looked fucking perfect in your work skirt. How the hell you weren't sinking into the grass with those heels of yours?

"Hey, buddy?" Gil looked up. "Why don't we pack up all this stuff and go get mommy? Think she's talking to Max's dad..."

Gil made a face. “I don’t like Max -”

“- Well, I don’t like his dad,” Bradley muttered, hoping Gil didn’t hear, but the little boy giggled. 

The two Bradshaw men made quick work of picking up all the cones and practice pinnies and tossing them into a mesh bag along with the five or so soccer balls. Gil tried to carry the bag, but ended up dragging it, so Bradley picked it and Gil up and made his way across the field to you. The kid was too old to be picked up, but it made getting over to you quicker - Gil had short legs.

While Bradley and Gil had been cleaning up, Emily K’s dad, Adam, had joined Zach’s little tete-a-tete with you. Of course, none of them had their kids with them. Fucking typical. Emily was probably aimlessly walking around with orange juice dripping on her cleats. Bradley scowled as he approached the group, while Zach tossed him a quick wave. 

“Hey, Brad.” Bradley fucking hated being called Brad. 

“Hmmm, hi.”

You turned around at the sound of his voice and a huge smile lit up your face once you saw Bradley and Gil. 

“Mommy!" Gil squirmed in Bradley’s arms until he put him down, wanting to be let go.

“Hey, little man!” You ran your hands through Gil’s hair as he latched onto your legs in a hug. Suddenly, Bradley was jealous of his five year old and he gave you a longer than probably appropriate for six o’clock on a Tuesday kiss.

“Did you see me? I scored a goal!” Gil exclaimed, dancing on the spot.

You shot a quick glance over towards Bradley to double check. He nodded slightly, knowing you hadn’t seen that part of practice - and not because Zach and Adam had been monopolizing your time.

“Of course, I did! Amazing, as always, did daddy teach you that?” Gil giggled and then burrowed his face in the hem of your skirt when he realized there were two other men standing there.

Bradley took a step back towards you, resting his hand on the small of your back. You leaned into him and gave him a quick smile. “Zach was just talking about setting up a playdate with Gil next week - and then Adam thought maybe Emily could come over, too?”

Absolutely fucking not. The ink on Zach’s divorce papers was barely dry and Adam was - well, Adam wasn’t too bad and he probably had just wanted to see if Emily could have a playdate with Gil. They were in the same class, after all. And she wasn’t a biter. Even if she was a little handsy.

Bradley clicked his tongue. “You know, I think G-man’s a little booked up next week? We got a birthday party and then we’re gonna see Papa at the base.”

Gil looked up at him and his entire face lit up even though they were doing nothing of the sort - well, at least not yet. Clearly, when Bradley called Mav later, he would understand and extend the invite.

“Ahhh bummer. We were just exchanging numbers,” Zach nodded towards you, “so, maybe we can do something the week after?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said politely, “maybe next - ahh - week?”

Zach and Adam frowned at your sudden exclamation, but what they hadn’t seen was Bradley slide his hand underneath the waistband of your skirt and lace panties and dig his fingers into the top of your ass. Or the way he started drawing little circles with the pads of his fingers and dragged his nail down your spine. You swallowed.

He could see the goosebumps rising on your arms. Thankfully, your backs were both to the field and not the mass of parents and five year olds eating oranges.

“We uhh, we can work out the details on - Satur-day?” you stuttered out as Bradley dug his fingers into a rather sensitive knot on your back. 

“Sure, that’s fine...guess we’ll see you two around then?”

Bradley smiled at the two men for the first time since the conversation had started, but his good mood was more attributed to your slightly heaving chest, which he had perfect view of thanks to his height advantage. “Have a good night.”

With a brief glance back at the three of you, the two men set off to find their children - which they should have been keeping an eye on in the first place. Bradley retracted his hand.

You bit your lip and glanced up at him. “So, Coach Bradshaw, you gonna make me stay after practice for some one-on-one training? Promise I’ll try harder..."

“Nah, I got you booked for a private session later.” He leaned forward and kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist, while you clasped yours around his neck. God, you smelled so pretty - he’d take you on the goddamn soccer field right now if there weren’t about twenty parents and five year olds around them.

Bradley only came back to himself and pulled away when he felt a slight tug on his joggers. He looked down at Gil. 

“Daddy? Can we get ice cream since I scored a goal? Please?”

A wicked smile crept across your face. “Yeah, daddy, can we get ice cream?”

Bradley threw back his head and groaned. God, you were fucking killing him tonight. He shot Gil an amused look. “If you can carry this bag,” he nodded towards the mesh bag at his feet, “all the way to the car, then we can get ice cream.”

Gil considered this and then grabbed the bag with his little hands. “Okay, I can do it! I can do it!”

The two of you laughed watching him slowly drag the bag across the grass and towards the parking lot. Bradley threw his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. 

“So, Max’s dad, huh?”

“Hmmm.”

“What do you mean hmmmm! I could see him making eyes at you from all the way across the field -”

“- He was not!” you protested.

Bradley snorted. “And you just happened to wear that tight little skirt to come to practice, huh?”

“Noticed that, did you - Gil, wait until your father and I catch up before going into the parking lot!” You glanced back up at Bradley. “I like when you get jealous, bubs, it’s cute -”

“- Cute!” He scoffed. “Hardly -”

“- Well, I suppose that’s not true, you were practically groping my ass on the field - isn’t that a Title IX violation or something?”

Bradley groaned. “Sweetheart, at least wait till we get home to start the dirty talk.”

“I make no promises - coach.” You winked and then walked ahead to meet Gil, shaking your hips with every step. “I’ll take Gil to Dairy Queen and we can meet you at home?”

Bradley stopped by his car. “You want ice cream, too?”

You turned around and scrunched your nose. “Not really, I actually have other plans in mind for dessert tonight...” Bradley groaned. “See you at home, daddy.”

thanks for reading x

prequel (ish)

[two-white-butterflies]

brooklyn baby | cregan stark

Description: He plays hockey and you're a figure skater. Nothing but pure fluff. Pairing: cregan stark/figure-skater!reader

Cregan was the type of man that falls asleep right away. You were talking to him five seconds ago, but now he was snoring his ass off. A small laugh escapes your mouth seeing his sleeping figure - he 'swore' that he wouldn't sleep so he could spend more time with you.

You try to stand up, but he pulls you down.

"Where you going, miss?" he mumbled, eyes wide open and staring at you. "To get some snacks," you replied - bopping his nose. "Without me?" he gave you the cutest puppy eyes. "Go back to sleep, Mr. Stark." you smile, and he listens to you - eyes closing and his snore returns.

cregan_scotland_hockey: the fairy princess is back at it again 🧚🏻‍♀️ tagged: y/n_olympics

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jaceyjacejace: nice 👍🏻

y/n_olympics: DOMINATING 🔥

"It says that I should fold the cheese in," you continued reading the recipe book while holding a spatula on the other hand. Cregan furrowed his eyebrows, mixing the batter while making sure that you weren't going to burn the house down. "How do you fold the cheese in?" you asked, staring up at the book.

He moves to your part of the counter - reading what the recipe entails. To his agony, there were only three words on step 3.

fold. in. cheese.

"- fold in like you'd do to clothes?" you frown and he shakes his head. "Wait, let me try." he hums, and you gently move out of his workspace. He lifts the spatula 'folding' the cheese in. "It says that it should have a thick consistency." you continued reading and his face pales - the sauce was watery.

"Do I keep 'folding' in until it becomes thick?" he questions and you browse the book for any suggestions, but there were only three fucking words. "Where did you buy this?" you turned to look at him and he shrugs, "I bought it from Jace's aunt," he answered - Helaena was strangely giggling while handing him the book. "Is she a chef?" you inquire and he shakes his head.

"She's one of those fortune tellers on tiktok." he informed, prompting you to facepalm. A laugh escapes his mouth seeing that you were staring at him 'the office' style. "So do we continue folding in the cheese?" he joked, earning a small giggle from you.

y/n_olympics: I suddenly can't tie my laces 🥴

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cregan_scotland_hockey: anything for u madame 🌹 - y/n_stark: 🫦

joffreyplaysminecraft: hi aunt y/n 😁 - y/n_stark: Hello joff, how's mom? 💙 - cregan_scotland_hockey: why do u call her aunt and me tony - y/n_olympics: Tony Stark 🤷🏻‍♀️

Everything about Cregan was pure happiness - even gossiping became fun with him. "Remember the guy we were laughing about on reddit?" you ask, sitting beside him with a latte on your hand. "Yeah, the cbat guy?" he asked, browsing through his phone.

"Apparently he's Aegon." you dropped the bomb and he suddenly exploded into a million laughing fits. "Aegon, Jace's uncle?" he giggled, wiping the fake tears away from his eyes. "Yep, I heard it from his ex-girlfriend - because I showed her the tiktok video." you laughed, slapping his shoulders lightly.

"How did he even do that?" he thought to himself while standing up. "Ten tenen ten tete tenten," he sang while grinding on air.

"You are embarrassing - stopp," you giggled, slowly burying your face on the pillow.

"Did you get the ick?"

He was with you in your lowest points. He was beside you in your highest. He was with you everywhere, and in your accomplishments he was the person that you shared it with.

cregan_scotland_hockey: congratulations to the love of my life @y/n_olympics, i've seen how hard you've worked to accomplish this. you've sacrificed days and nights, and i'm so proud to say that it's all been worth it in the end. 💙🌹 i love you madame fairy 🧚🏻‍♀️

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y/n_olympics: Thank u, Mr. Stark 🦸🏻‍♂️

simplyme03: Congrats 🤩

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Ok, something has been bugging me about Dain and his signet, and I want to talk about it for a second.

I was thinking back over Fourth Wing and Iron Flame to see if there were any moments where Vi consented to having her memories read, and not only was the answer no, somethig HELLA chilling popped up when I went back to check the text.

When Xaden explains to Vi that Dain has to touch someone's face to read their memories, her response is "...that's how he always touches me" (Fourth Wing, 450). I get that Dain's signet is secret and he can't just TELL Vi what he can do when he catches her immediately after she crosses the parapet, but one of the first things he does in that scene is take her chin (Fourth Wing, 32) in his fingers. He establishes a pattern of behavior, normalizes his touching her face as a habit. And yes, it could be argued that not touching her face would also give away his signet somehow, but as the person with knowledge, Dain is responsible for the ethics of using and setting patterns around his signet. He either had to just...NOT touch her face, which child be justified by not wanting to make her look weak or come clean. But Dain "my heart is a rulebook" Aetos does neither. And what does THAT do? It puts Vi in a vulnerable as hell position with someone she thinks she is safe with.

Even take the rebellion and Athebyne out if the equation for a sec. Vi almost certainly has memories that are just simply private. Not a massive secret, not a liability, just HERS. And for a huge part of the book, she is just letting Dain touch her face, potentially opening up memories she doesn't want him to know about to his signet. That is a power dynamic so absolutely fucky that I don't have words for it. And then we circle back to the reality that Dain did cross the line and try to take memories by force in Fourth Wing--and succeeding the one time we know about got Liam and Deigh killed. And this is just the main example that we know about. I'm not ruling out that there were other examples still to come to light; we have three books to go in this series.

I honestly also wouldn't have put it past Dain to do a quick memory check when he holds Vi's face at threshing before he kisses her (Fourth Wing, 191). He was NOT happy with Xaden for interfering, and I suspect he wanted a look at what happened without Xaden's input. This is purely my theory, there's no real textual evidence, but I am sus. He also cups her face again the day after threshing (Fourth Wing, 203), which is actively a worse choice I'd he slept on it and THEN checked her memories. I also find it wildly suspicious that the next time Vi sees Dain, she is with Tairn, who actively threatens Dains life if he comes within arm's reach of Vi (Fourth Wing, 215). We know Tairn knew things Vi didn't, so was he already preventing rebellion info from sliding to leadership?

Vi herself doesn't put a hard boundary on the face touching until Dain gets offended by Xaden accusing Amber of violating the codex and goes "gimme" (Fourth Wing, 244-245), but she sets it...for a while. The math on the Athebyne thing works out to Xaden telling Vi that's where he goes on page 391, and then Violet Goddamn Sorrengail gets nostalgic for Dain at the celebration with the king and everyone's parents and let's Dain cup her cheek again on page 405. Which is really goddamn tight timing when you think about it, because he touched her face at the beginning of this party, she and Xaden have their little tete a tete on the parapet, sneak off to have great sex for the rest of the night, and the next morning they are assigned to Athebyne. So Dain literally had to corner his Dad at the party and then Colonel Aetos probably spent the rest of the night changing the war game assignments and setting up Xaden's group to be killed.

Dain Aetos likes hard rules, but not ethics. This just gets even more screwy in Iron Flame, once Varrish gets his hooks in Vi.

If one wanted to be more generous than I'm feeling, one could say that Varrish was being polite about trying to get Dain to read Vi's memories in interrogation class (Iron Flame, 228-230), but honestly the motherfucker just saw an opportunity and rolled with it. And here is where Dain having the codex shoved far enough up his ass that it comes out his mouth is actually a win, because he rules-lawyered the spirit of the codex to refuse an order, but goddamn it was a close thing. This man was REACHING FOR VI'S FACE before he stopped himself.

I'm not like...surprised that Varrish isn't teaching our boy ethics, but I'm a little surprised Vi never called Dain's ass out for his lack of ethics regarding his signet. It's possible I read the Arrows of the Queen trilogy a few too many times though.

What Dain noticeably doesn't do the SECOND time Varrish drags him into an interrogation session with Violet is hesitate. Like he so fails to hesitate that VARRISH of all people has to remind Dain that he actually was taught ethics (Iron Flame, 316).

I think he deserves to experience everything Vi shows him, but the fact that it took THAT MUCH to get his head out of his ass? Yeah, no, we are not doing a Dain Aetos redemption arc.

Because when it comes right down to it, Dain was a) a shitty friend, b) absolutely godawful at ethics and morality, c) to married to rules for his own good, and d) knowingly put Violet in a vulnerable situation vis a vis his signet. Like...its a WAR COLLEGE. You're not running around touching people's faces on the regular anyway, just DONT. TOUCH. HER. FACE. Not before she knows about your signet at the very least, and probably not without her explicit consent after that, because here's the thing: at no point in Fourth Wing or Iron Flame did Dain EVER explicitly ask permission to touch Vi. He just DID it. Right from the beginning, after parapet, at threshing, and at the party, he just put hands on her without asking. And then in Iron Flame he's ordered to explicitly against her will, and as much as I love a good rescue, it does not excuse the massive ethical and consent breaches that have become a PATTERN with Dain.

So those are my thoughts about Dain, his signet, and ethics. All I can say is, I am still extremely not here for a Dain Aetos redemption arc.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 18 - Lingerie & Bondage]

Pairing: Shutter Sounds!couple

Kinks: good boy!Tae, GFD!Reader, lingerie, artistic bondage, erotic photography, body worship, praise, making out, sweet love making, she rides him, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 3.7k

a/n: Taehyung in lingerie is now burned into my mind and it doesn’t want to leave me. i also wanna state that this is the life. as much as i love brat!tae THIS right here is the life. i wanna treat him so well, holy moly he is so nngng i want to give him the entire universe 💛

Taehyung is feeling himself. You know that he is because he is moving in this distinct, almost sensual, way he always moves in when he likes how he looks. You love how he looks too. You love it so very much.

“What do you think?” he asks, turning to you with his hips doing a little swing to the right. 

You let your eyes wander up and down his body. He has no makeup on and his hair was down in the front. Dark and with slight waves in them. The light of the setting sun shines into your bedroom. Deep, deep golden with just the slightest hint of orange at its edges. He looks so handsome in this light.

His waist was accentuated by a customised corset. White in colour with lace between the boning, which lets the golden colour of his skin shine through. It ends right under his pecs, accentuating the shape of them. Matching panties keep him modest, keeping his cock well supported while covering just enough of his butt to really highlight how voluptuous it was. His long legs are highlighted by white stockings, held up by delicate garters and with a lace edging. 

And to top off the look, Taehyung borrowed your favourite rope. White satin, floor length and with an edging of impressive rows of white fake fur. It makes a sound as Taehyung moves, wrapping his legs into mystery behind the layers upon layers of fabric and sitting perfectly on his shoulders. 

“Do you think I'm beautiful?” he asks, moving his arms in a way that would make the long sleeves dance prettily from side to side. 

“You are the most beautiful”, you say without hesitation, making Taehyung giggle and sway from side to side cutely, “go on, do a little swirl for me.”

Taehyung obeys happily, swirling for you and ending it with a curtsey.

“Wow Tete, you’re such a pretty boy. Look at you, do it again. Please”, you gush, heart spilling over with adoration for him.

Taehyung does another swirl, stretching his arms from his body to give the sleeves the space they need to really shine. He ends it with a slight dizzy wobble to the side, cheeks deep pink and eyes sparkly.

“Gosh, you’re the most handsome”, you exclaim adoringly, clapping into your hands.

“Thank you so much”, Taehyung giggles and skips to you in happy steps. He stops right in front of you and plops down on your lap. Like this his feet are dangling over the edge of the bed and his butt is sticking out, back arched oh so prettily.

He scrunches his nose up and giggles, hands resting on your shoulders for support.

“You're such a cutie”, you say, running your left hand from his lower back up to his cheek, cupping it softly. 

Taehyung leans into your palm and flutters his eyes closed, cheeks puffing out in a happy grin. He fits so perfectly into your palm. As if he was made just to be held by you.

“Gosh, what should I do with you now that you're looking so pretty, mhm?” you ask him, tracing the boning of his corset. It bends right along the curve of his waist, accentuating just how perfectly he was shaped. 

“Maybe I'll make you sit on bed so I can look at you for the rest of the day.”

“That sounds fun”, Taehyung murmurs and giggles.

“Yeah? Think you can do that or do we have to make sure you don’t flee?”

Taehyung knows exactly what you wanted to say with this statement, shifting on your lap with a little moan slipping past his lips.

“What are you imagining?” he asks quietly, widening his eyes cutely. He likes it so much when you explain to him what exactly you are planning to do to him. It turns him on quite a lot.

“Well, I was thinking that I could take your pretty wrists”, you say, pulling his hands from your shoulders to hold his wrists. You kiss each of them on the inside, right where his skin is the most sensitive. Taehyung exhales shakily because of it, hips rolling over your lap just once. “and I could wrap them up in pretty rope and tie them to the bed. What do you think?” you finish your sentence, tracing his wrists softly.

“I’d like that”, he whispers, eyes glued to your lips. He loves the way they move when you talk. It makes him want to kiss you over and over and over again.

“Yes? You’d like that?” you ask, eyes flitting up to meet his’.

“Yes, please”, he says, nodding his head shyly.

“God darling, that makes me so happy to hear”, you say, eliciting a giggly nose scrunch from him, “now come, let’s get you all tied up”, you say, standing up with him in your arms just so you climb onto bed and place him right in the middle of it.

Taehyung lets himself fall happily, head hitting the sheets first before he lowers his arched back sensually. He moves his legs, rubbing them together which unravels his rope just enough to finally expose those pretty stockings to your eyes.

You slip your hands from his back, running them down his torso until you reach the knot of his rope. You open it slowly, tugging the fabric to the side to finally truly reveal his lingerie.

Taehyung squirms sensually, very clearly posing just for you. His eyes are glued to you, his breath is held in excited anticipation.

“You are seriously so pretty”, you praise, caressing his pecs before feeling up the upper edge of the corset, “my handsome prince”, you whisper, leaning down to kiss his neck.

Taehyung moans softly, tilting his head to give you easier access. His eyes fall close instantly, his lips part. Kisses on his neck always get him so good. They tingle like nothing else.

“I adore you so much”, you sigh, kissing a path down to his right collarbone.

“Hah”, Taehyung lets out, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He really hopes that you will mark him up.

“My Tete”, you whisper, doing what he craves so much. You suck a hickey onto his collarbone, doing it so well that Taehyung has to arch his back and make the sweetest sound. You release his skin, soothing the tender skin with a kiss. Now a purple spot adorns his golden skin, marking him as your artwork for the days to come. 

Then you lift your head, finally locking eyes with him.

He is out of breath and with his pupils slightly dilated.

“Are you mine, mhm?” you ask, caressing his cheek.

“Yes. I’m yours”, he whispers.

“That makes me so happy”, you smile, “now be my best boy and stay, I’ll get the rope.”

“Yes, I’ll stay”, he breathes, voice soft and full of adoration.

“Good boy”, you praise before climbing off of him to get the rope.

You store your ropes in a dresser just next to the window. 1830s, oak wood and with the most delicately done detailing at the edge. You and Taehyung found the piece of furniture on one of the countless antique markets you regularly visit.

You decide to go for the natural hemp rope today, as the soft beige colour of it complements the white of his lingerie. It also looks incredible on his skin.

Taehyung is sitting when you turn back to the bed. His hands are already folded in front of his crotch, now resting between his slightly opened legs. Like this the left sleeve of the rope slipped down his shoulder, exposing his torso.

“Stay just like this”, you gasp, reaching for the middle format camera on the dresser. A Mamiya M645 Taehyung got you for your ten year anniversary last year.

Taehyung visibly straightens up when he feels the camera on him, tilting his head into a position that would make him look even more handsome than he already is. He has been your muse for such a long time by now, that you don’t even have to tell him what to do. He is such a good boy.

The shutter clicks, capturing him for all eternity. White lingerie, golden sunlight and prettiest body. Your boyfriend was made for the camera.

“So handsome. I already love that picture”, you say, moving the film and placing the camera back on the dresser, “thank you for letting me take it”, you add, snatching the rope to finally return to him.

“Thank you for taking it. I feel so beautiful today”, he answers you.

“You are. You are the most beautiful”, you climb on bed, “but then. You are always beautiful. Each hour of every day.”

Taehyung exhales shakily, shoulder sagging not from sadness but from the sheer weight of happiness he feels from being praised. Oh, he can barely keep himself upright, all he wants to do is fall back into the sheets and squirm just for you. You make him feel so incredibly beautiful and important and weak-kneed and good.

“Can I-“ you don’t get to finish your sentence and Taehyung has already lifted his wrists, “thank you. Such a good boy”, you gush, placing the rope around them.

Taehyung blushes, eyes sparkling proudly and glued to your working fingers.

“Do you want to do something new today?” he asks.

“No, I think I want to try the web again”, you answer him, making sure that he is comfortable by sticking two fingers between the rope and his skin. When you are happy with the distance, you tighten the rope to finally begin the pattern.

“I like the web. It’s really pretty”, he says, skin prickling each time the rope glides over it as you wrap it around his left forearm.

“Yes it is. Especially when you look so pretty in your lingerie”, you say, giving him a flirty smirk. One which flusters Taehyung greatly and he ends up looking down at his lap with red cheeks. He is so cute.

You finish the pattern on his left arm easily, securing the rope by wrapping it around his wrists once. Then you braid down his right arm, making sure to never go too tight. You thought of the pattern yourself. It was supposed to resemble a netting of symmetrically placed rhombuses spanning down the side of his forearms so you still see the pattern when he lifts his arms above his head. You haven’t done it a lot yet, but reached a point where it feels easy to do.

“That feels really good”, Taehyung says when you place the rope especially delicately around his arm.

“Yes? That’s good to hear”, you answer him, guiding the rope back up on the other side of his forearm. You secure the last pieces around his wrist, ending it with a little bowl for no other reason than that Taehyung is your greatest gift, "done. Take a look."

Taehyung turns his arms so he can look at the finished webbing, eyes lighting up in awe.

“Wow this is so pretty”, he gasps, “thank you so much. I love this so much.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, “gosh, thank you. I really like it too”, you answer him.

“Should I lie down now?” he asks.

“Yes of course. You are really such a good boy.”

Taehyung lies down, making sure to wiggle into a pretty position just for you. He lifts his arms above his head, giggling because that makes the sleeves of his rope hit his face.

“Gosh, look at that. You’re getting smothered”, you chuckle, freeing his face by pushing the rope aside, meeting his glowing face.

“Thank you”, he whispers, eyes flitting to your lips.

“Of course”, you breathe, eyes landing on his lips, “it’s what my pretty boy deserves…gosh Tete, I really want to kiss you.”

Taehyung swallows heavily, fixing his head so you could reach him better.

“Kiss me, please”, his voice was barely there.

You climb atop his lap and cup his face, claiming his lips in a sweet kiss seconds later. Taehyung sighs and so do you, kissing him with all the time in the world. Time isn’t real when you are with your love. Time is a foreign concept when you kiss your darling. Time isn’t of importance when you can taste your sweetheart’s sweetest lips. It’s just you and him, lost in an endless kiss and sweet touches.

Tonight is no different. You kiss him for such a long time that the sun has long set behind the buildings of your city. The traffic has calmed down, now only the occasional purring of a passing car can be heard outside your bedroom window.

When you finally lift your lips from his’, they feel tender and sensitive. When you finally lift your head, you realise just how affected the kiss has gotten you. You are wet, soiling his lap with it. And Taehyung is hard, having slipped out the legs of his panties as the small amount of fabric couldn’t possibly hide all his length. It is still strong enough to keep it pinned to his thigh however, making it grind against his own skin and riling him up in the process.

You finally open your eyes, meeting his. His tied hands are behind your neck as Taehyung always loves holding you when you kiss. His skin looks almost silver now that the bluest hour of the day has started.

“The sun has set”, you whisper, voice heavy in arousal.

“I know”, he answers you, voice raspy.

“I didn’t even notice.”

“Me neither.”

“Tete, I’m really horny”, you confess.

“Me too”, he says and squirms, “my dick’s out.”

“Mhm?” you sneak a glance down at his exposed cock and the struggling panties, “oh dear”, you crack up, “dear god look at you. Those poor panties.”

Taehyung snickers, “yeah right? I felt it happening but I didn’t want to stop kissing. It feels really weird now though.”

“Yeah? Should I free you?”

“Yes please.”

You shimmy down his lap until Taehyung can lift his butt and help you pull the panties down. You are extra careful not to hurt his cock, placing the clothing on the sheets beside you afterwards. You smooth them out and look back at his cock. It is finally how it is supposed to be, standing loud and proud and begging for attention.

“Look at you. Can I touch you?”

“Yes please”, Taehyung begs, rolling his hips against nothing.

You shimmy closer and sit down on his lap, wrapping your fingers around his cock to stroke it slowly. Taehyung drops his head and moans, lips parting and eyes falling closed. He arches his back, arms placing themselves above his head naturally. He knows where and how to place them instantly, having done it so many times before, that it is muscle memory these days. It is the sweetest muscle memory he owns, next to falling to his knees and posing for you. Taehyung loves those two very much as well.

His tip feels wet under your fingers, his skin feels hot and soft. His balls feel just that tiny bit tightened, letting you know that kissing you brought him to the point of desperate sensitivity.

“God damnit Tete, I have to confess something”, you say, massaging his leaking slit.

“What?” he sighs, squirming prettily just for you.

“I don’t know if I have to strength to tie you up and look at you.”

Taehyung peels his eyes open in question.

“I think I want to ride you instead.”

Taehyung moans, pulling a face of desperation.

“Can I?”

“Yes”, he almost yells in excitement, “yes please. I’m begging you, please ride me.”

His eagerness makes you chuckle just as much as it turns you on.

“Thank you, darling. That makes me so happy”, your voice trembles as you speak, soaked in desperate arousal.

You let go of his cock and climb off his lap just so you can get rid of your own panties. You place them right next to Taehyung’s, smoothing over them both before climbing back on his lap.

You shimmy yourself right above his cock, grabbing it by its base to align it with yourself. You give him a smile, one that Taehyung returns gladly.

“I love you”, you say, sinking down on him slowly.

“I love you too”, he croaks out, eyes rolling back before fluttering closed. He arches his back, “fuck”, the word leaves him in an aggressive whisper, followed by a shaky intake of breath and an arch of his back.

He bottoms out, sitting oh so deep and nice inside you. The sensation runs through your entire body, starting in your pussy and creeping its way down to your toes and up to your head. You shiver visibly, hands falling to his corseted waist for support. The boning feels hard under your fingers, his body heat seeps through the lacing.

“Tete”, you moan, closing your eyes in synch with starting to rock your hips back and forth, “oh Tete. My Tete”, you sigh, shifting his cock inside you oh so perfectly with each movement.

Taehyung answers you in a blissed moan, head rolling to the side and body feeling like it is burning up in the hottest, most amazing flames known to mankind. He knows that kissing makes him sensitive, but tonight he feels especially sensitive. His cock tingles each time your warm walls grind against him. The tingles spread all through his body, making his toes curl and his fingers grasp each other.

The bluest hour is slowly drifting away as you and Taehyung ride on the sensations. Just as you didn’t notice the sun setting, you barely take in the shifting of colours in your room or the change of noises outside. Now even less cars pass by your windows and the jazz bar way, way down your block is opening up, filling the entire street with the melodies of tonight’s artist practicing for later.

You don’t think that you will ever recover from tonight. Neither does Taehyung. You have nights like tonight often and yet whenever you experience them again, it feels like the first time. It is intense and leaves you breathless, but not in the sense that the roughness of the fuck is exhausting, but rather that the sensations are leaving you so emotionally vulnerable that it is hard to breathe. You don’t mind this state. There is no other person in your life, who makes it as easy to be vulnerable as Taehyung does.

“Darling?” Taehyung’s terribly exhausted voice reaches you in threats.

You force your heavy eyes to open. His face is glowing, his skin is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, his arms are still stretched above his head.

“Yes, darling?” you answer him with just as an exhausted voice.

“Kiss me please.”

You lower yourself to your elbows and claim his lips in a deep kiss. Taehyung moans, placing his tied arms behind your head. Like this he can keep you close and kiss you with his entire heart. 

He sits differently inside you in this position. More angled, grinding against your favourite spots even better. You have no idea how you manage to keep kissing him, because all you really want to do is gasp for air and sigh his name.

“I love you”, he whispers between kisses.

“I love you”, you answer him.

“I love you”, he says again and you answer him without hesitation.

“I love you”, the words never lose meaning with him. Perhaps they even gain meaning each time they are said to each other.

“I, I love..you”, Taehyung sighs.

“I love you too”, you answer him, cupping his face. You can feel the corset against your tummy and the fur of his sleeves tickles your back. The sensations are so wonderful.

“I can’t hold it much longer”, he confesses and exhales shakily. It has been too long. Time is catching up with him. Time well spent, but still time which turned his body sensitive.

“Neither can I. I’m really sensitive”, you say, meaning it with your entire being. Each time you rock your hips and his cock grinds against your sensitive spots, you fear that this would be the one finally throwing you over the edge. Only Taehyung can get you like this. Only Taehyung and his perfect cock can fuck you so well that you feel like screaming in sensitivity.

“How long?” he asks.

“Not long.”

“Can I help?” he offers.

“No darling, no just stay like this”, you say and close your eyes, “darling it’s…I’m…”, you tense around him, grinding his cock over your favourite spots once again.

“Oh god it’s happening, isn’t it?” he croaks out, tensing his tummy in preparation. He knows that feeling like nothing else, that very distinct tensing of your walls you only do when you are climaxing.

“Yes”, you press out, “ah Tete, oh god”, you moan and feel the tight knot in your stomach burst.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, breaking instantly as well. He couldn’t possibly prevent it, not when he is so sensitive and you are so incredibly tight.

And so you and him ride on the high together, wishing for it to never end whilst burning up in the sweetest flames. Truly, highs like tonight are like nothing else. So intense, both emotionally and physically, that only one of it is enough to satisfy the both of you.

You claim Taehyung’s lips in a sloppy kiss once the most intense part stopped. Taehyung kisses you back just as sloppily, feeling dizzy and high. He won’t ever forget this.

“Holy shit”, you rasp, “Taehyung, my love, holy moly.”

“Yeah”, he agrees, shivering just as much as you do.

“I, I don’t know what to say. This was…”

“…incredible”, he finishes your sentence, peeling his eyes open.

You meet his gaze, heart fluttering like crazy and chest spilling over in love for him.

“I love you”, you and him say at the same time, giggling like little children because of it.

“Jinx”, you snicker.

“Jinx”, he chuckles.

“What are the odds?”

“Yeah right”, he smiles, “you’re so beautiful.”

“I’m so sweaty.”

“I know. Me too.”

You smile, cupping his cheek. Taehyung leans into the touch, eyes softening in love.

“Gosh Tete, you are so beautiful too”, you whisper, tracing his cheekbone, “should we undo the rope and then cuddle for a bit?”

He nods his head, “we shouldn’t forget to pee though”, he says, making you laugh.

“Fine. Ropes first, then pee and then cuddles. Sounds good?”

“Yeah, sounds good”, he says and chuckles.

[know-it-all-and-all]

Cathin First Day.

Caine “and remember to all be… oh” Caine sees a new member behind the others.

??? “this can't be true… it can be” the girl began to say in a low voice

Ragatha “oh… pomni do you think she is going to be ok?” whispering

Pomni “I don't know…”

Zooble see that Ragatha didn't do the usual thing of trying to calm…

??? “I HAVE BEEN ISEKAIDED WOHOO!!!” The girl began to jump and laugh like she just won the lottery “NO MORE JOB FOR ME! IM FREE IM A PROTAGONIST OF MY OWN ISEKAI!”

Jax “cool another freak” gets punched by Tether “softly”

Tether “don't call my mom Freak” Jax and Tether began to yell and insult the other in the background.

Gangle knows the term so is Coiom so the two of them reach the girl.

Gangle “Hi, first of all you are taking this pretty well, And secondly is not really isakai, is more like trapped in a digital space”

??? “HO! LIKE LOG HORIZON OR SAO?”

Coiom “log horizon… kinda, our brains are in danger though, with all the abstra-'' Gangle shut him off before he finishes because Harley was getting in the room.

Harley “hi~ good morning to you all~ … oh is that a cat lady? Cool she looks like uncle Jax” Jax and Tether stop fighting when the girl arrives.

Jax “she doesn't look like me!”

Harley “yes she does, look she has two ears a long neck and a Cheshire cat like grin”

Jax “she doesn't have… to close” the girl was almost touching Jax for how close she was, he can see her green almost scary big cat eyes behind her hair.

??? “So are you the main love interest of this anime? You look like…” she was interrupted by Caine.

Caine “as much as I want you to keep going with this “love at first sight" moment, darling I need to give you the tour of the circus” he grabs her and disappears out of thin air. Everyone was looking at Jax like he just spawned a second head, minus Harley she was smiling happily “maybe I have another auntie now” she was thinking, and everyone can read that of her expression.

Jax “stop smiling like that!”

Harley “But Uncle Jax, this is amazing, you will have a girlfriend finally!"

Jax “she is not going to be…

”Tether “yes Harley she has the decision to choose widely too”

Jax looks at Tether with an angry face.

Jax “what are you implying with that Lego [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%]”

Tether “oh nothing, just the Truth, a good looking girl like that would never fall for the likes of you” the both began to see each other with an angry glare, but Harley stopped them.

Harley “stop! Tete everyone deserves love! And uncle Jax be a little open about this perhaps this can help you with the thing you say to me abo-” Jax put a hand on the mouth of the little girl.

Jax “they don't need to know that ginger plushie” Caine gets back with an even more happy cat girl.

??? “This is amazing, I love this place already, cameras everywhere and daily episodes? Cool!” She does a little dance.

Caine “happy to have such a positive attitude darling, now do you want a name?”

??? “WAIT! I CAN'T REMEMBER MY NAME!” everyone expect this would freak her out “COOL IS LIKE I JUST REBORN HERE!” Every member facepalm, less the children.

Caine “yes and your new name can be anything, *proceed to tell the terms of service*” What are you thinking?*

??? “Umm… well I'm a Cat now… and I always like Catherine as a name… so Cathin? How does that sound?*

Harley “that sounds lovely”

Cathin “aw thanks you little one, nice to meet you all I'm Cathin the cat, hehehe it sounds so cute” Everyone was so stunned to say absolutely anything.

Caine “oh right, almost forgotten, the adventure of today, well Cathin is here now, so I would explain the adventure again ”Zooble groans in the background, Coiom leaves the room in the direction of the call center with Tether and Harley, Ragatha decides to stick for the adventure today.

Caine “the adventure of today is… “Hunt the Wakaljak” *began to manically laughing* the digital forest is now the new territory of the wild and big Wakaljak and you all have to find it before the night when he would be more dangerous”

Bubble “and how will they fight him?”

Caine “well that's easier to answer them…”

Bubble “and what is the…” he popped after Caine touched him.

Caine “you all have weaponry for this adventure, a comically large swords and bows and Kinger will have his shotgun”

Pomni “I don't think he should have that back Caine…”

Caine “shut up! And remember to all of you be together, the Wakaljak like to hunt lone or par members, now have fun my little Superstars” he disappeared again.

Cathin run to pick a big sword, her smile was big and amazed “this is like a monster hunter quest, I feel like being in a Raid in a MMORPG!” Jax picks a bow next to her, and she rests her head on his shoulder “and we can kill it together cutie” Jax takes a step back.

Jax “no so fast kitty, I'm not interested in whatever you are looking for”

Cathin “aww playing hard to get, cool I like the chase”

Jax “get the [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%] away from me”

Cathin “oh wait… [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%], [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%]” she began to laugh “what is this? 4kids censorship? Ahahhaha”

The members are now outside in the digital forest.

Pomni “this remember me the time we do a rpg episode, it was fun"

Ragatha “yeah… we all coordinate pretty well back there, curious that Coiom left”

Gangle “He and Storky are teaching Martin little things”

Zooble “Tether talk a lot of how clumsy he is, I still didn't see him, how he is like?”

Ragatha “he is a cute little bean, he sure is confused sometimes, but he means well”

Cathin is seeing all that interaction with interest “so this is a Yuri anime as well… nice less competition for you” she gets closer to Jax.

Jax “move! I'm not your boyfriend!”

Cathin “aw you break my little heart”

Jax ”good, now [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%] off”

Cathin “meany, but I still love you~♡♡”

Jax frown “you don't know me, you just came here! What are you, a child?!”

Cathin “nope I'm legal teehee~” Jax start walking faster, but Cathin easily emulates his rhythm, but he gets faster, so she does the same, before they can hear the rest of the members yelling at them they are running deep inside the digital forest.

Some minutes later the both of them stopped breathing heavily.

Jax “just leave me alone”

Cathin “can't do that hon, a heroin need alone time with the love interest” He realizes that they are alone in the digital forest, doing the exact opposite of what Caine told them not to do, and he is already too exhausted to keep running.

Jax “oh… [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%]” a big shadow cover the both of them and Jax nervous look up, a corn like monster is looking at them with sharp fangs, jax began to freak out.

Cathin “woah… I was hoping for something much worse than that, ok sexy let's kill… hot stuff?” Jax is below a tree fallen trunk trembling “really?”

Pomni “Jax! Cathin! Darn it, they run so far"

Zooble “why are we preoccupied for them again?”

Gangle “is her first day Zobs… even if she is taking it well, maybe is a coping mechanism” Ragatha looks nervous but Pomni gently takes her hand, and Ragatha relaxes slowly.

Kinger is in the front pointing his shotgun at anything that call his attention, the other four trough “give him a shotgun is a really bad idea”

Jax “get out of my hiding spot!” Jax is still below the tree's fallen trunk, Cathin is next to him because she doesn't want to fight that thing alone.

Cathin “if you came out and help me kill that thing maybe~♡♡”

Jax “NO! [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%] Caine and his stupid made out names for his adventure’s monsters, he knows! He [#$ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ!%] do this on purpose.

Cathin “So you are scared of a big corn monster?”

Jax “I'm not scared!” Cathin closes her distance and touches Jax's shoulder with hers

.Cathin locks eyes with Jax “well… Some say that love can be born from a dangerous situation” Jax heart skips a beat “and we are alone in a forest being hunted by your worst nightmare… at least you have me with you” her voice was slow and subjective, she put her hand on top of his “just the two of us” she said resting her head on his shoulder “isn't this romantic?”

Jax has a lump in his throat, his heart rate began to run a marathon, he is scared of how she manipulated his feelings so we'll, this girl is dangerous, more dangerous than the corn monster outside, “god help me” he trough.

Kiaaa appears a second “nope” she disappears.

Kinger is following the trail, he for some reason remembers something similar, the humidity in the ambient, the smell of gunpowder of his shotgun, the sound of the wind moving the leaves, and the comfy chat between friends, he is focused, he sees the trail of his prize.

Gangle “kinger is acting a little odd today”

Zooble “babe he is always odd”

Pomni “no I noticed too, he is not trembling, he seems focus”

Ragatha “thank god I was not the only one noticed, I thought I was…”

Gunfire makes the four of them jump, and the next thing they see is Kinger with the Wakaljak defeated next to a “smiling” Kinger in a hunter pose.

Kinger “take the photo darling I kill a big one… darling…?” He seems lost again, almost like searching for something or someone, Zooble tiredly sighs.

Zooble “hey I take the photo”

Kinger “oh thanks sports!”

Cathin see the rest of the members and taking the hand of Jax and take him out of his hideout “ok sweetie the danger is dead” he almost fall but she grab him before he does, now they are face to face almost kissing, but Caine appears.

Caine “well done everyone the adventure is over! You won!”

The next thing Jax knows is that he is on the floor and Cathin is walking next to Caine.

Cathin “nice episode ringmaster, I hope for the one tomorrow.

Jax “h-hey…”

Cathin “huh… what? The episode is over, I don't need to keep acting, what do you believe? Hahahaha pathetic, you are just an attempt of Tumblr sexy man, maybe you are the love interest of my character in the adventures, but don't get near me freak” and leaving a stun Jax she leaves in her way to the tent, the others are looking amazed at the whole scene.

Jax “WHAT THE F….

TBC.

I hope you enjoy this as I was writing it.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din let's out a little more than he should

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Well hello gorgeous people, I'm posting this earlier than usual because I'm going to get my hair did and then I'm busy. Last day of vacation before I go back to work on Monday. Unfortunately, I didn't get as far with my writing as I wanted to during my vacation. Mainly because I was enjoying reading, sleeping and chilling way too much. But it's all good, because things are brewing in this head of mine.

Hope everyone has an amazing first 2024 weekend.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: tension, accusation of using someone, dealing with anxiety, misdirected anger, I think that's about it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER TWO

My eyes glanced over Din one more time before I turned back to focus on Gorgu. 

Truthfully, I’d been surprised when he agreed to leave Grogu and I here, especially since it hadn’t even been a month since I joined them. 

However, he reminded me that a neighbour, a good one, was the difference between life and death out here in God’s country. It was a phrasing Din made sure to repeat at least twice a day since I joined him on the ranch, to help me realize and understand why having neighbours you could count on made all the difference. Seeing him willing to take off and help his neighbour simply reinforced his strong sentiment.

Kuiil no doubt appreciated the help from Din, especially when he almost lost his livelihood, because his flock of sheep took off, it was something that could’ve been detrimental to him.

I understood why he had to leave, but seeing as I was still new in taking care of his own livestock, granted it was only two horses, a nerf and nunas, it was still nerve wracking to be responsible to look after them. Din was gracious enough to write out detailed instructions on what needed to be done during the time he was away, which eased my anxiety somewhat, and really he wasn’t in the mood to have a tete-a-tete when he gave me the instructions, he was too annoyed and upset to discuss if he should or shouldn’t leave.

There was not much to discuss anyways when he still had that same attitude, I ignored his comment about Grogu’s lunch and paid attention to the adorable child eating his pancakes. 

“That’s no fun, right Grogu? Having the same lunch twice in a row?”

“Yup, Annie”

He wasn’t exactly comfortable around me, despite the amount of time we had spent together, but he was slowly opening up. He stopped hiding behind his father whenever he saw me, which was a huge step forward. He even liked it when I sat beside him during meal times. However, during the two days Din was away, I did notice he started to answer my questions more, which I believe was slowly helping us to grow more comfortable around each other.

“Okay, how about …” I looked in the fridge quickly, “how about a grilled cheese with veggies and fruits for tomorrow? Sounds good?” I asked as I took a seat beside him, eating my breakfast, as well.

He simply nodded as he ate his pancake, humming contentedly as we both danced while we ate, it wasn’t the best etiquette to have at the kitchen table, but if it allowed him to open up more to me and feel more comfortable, I was willing to do the little things I could.  

“You don’t have to do that.” 

Din’s miserable voice washed over them, as his eyes glanced from Grogu to Ann overtop his mug. He didn’t know why but something about her was starting to irritate him, or maybe it was just the exhaustion he felt from helping Kuiil round up his wayward sheep that was making her more irritable than usual. Either way, he wasn’t in the mood for her happy persona or the fact she somehow grew closer to Grogu while he was away.

“Do what?” 

I asked as I finished my tea and breakfast. I grabbed the empty plates and took them to the sink. He still hadn’t answered my question, as I packed up Grogu’s lunch that I made the previous night. I double checked Grogu’s backpack as I put his lunch bag inside, making sure he had everything ready for class, “Grogu, where’s your homework?”

“Grogu, get your homework” Din stated as he motioned with his head for his son to leave. His annoyance was at an all time high and he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. 

“Patu?” Grogu tilted his head as he shrunk back a little into himself. He knew his father could have a temper, though it was rarely seen, but somehow Grogu felt he may have done something wrong. 

Din noticed Grogu’s reaction, he leaned over and ruffled Grogu’s hair, and cupped his son’s cheek reaffirming that he was fine. He gave him a subtle smile, “It’s alright buddy, just get your stuff.” 

He watched as Grogu nodded and headed off, leaving him and Ann alone in the kitchen. There was something he needed to make very clear with her, and he didn’t want his son having to listen in to this particular conversation. As soon as Grogu was out of ear shot, he took the opportunity focusing his glare at Ann.

“Listen, I’m going to say this once and only once. I appreciate your help Ann. I’ll admit since you joined things have been going smoother, and I appreciate that you stepped up when I had to be away, but there’s something you need to keep in mind”

Silence filled the kitchen as I looked at him, there was something about the way he was keeping himself constrained that made me get my back up. I’m not sure what exactly triggered him or made him so irritable, but I felt as though I just walked through a minefield. Somehow, I was very close to setting him off, the wrong word or question and it seemed as if his self-control would evaporate. I took a deep breath and pushed away my nerves. Keeping my voice steady as I locked eyes with him.

“What’s that?”

“You’re. Not. His. Mother.” 

Din’s voice was laced with warning as his hand clenched around his fork, “You’re here to help, got that! So don’t use my son to try and get close to me. Understood!” 

As soon as those last words left his mouth, he saw how taken aback she was, and for a split second, he could have sworn there was a look of utter pain and disgust across her face.

My hands clenched around Grogu’s backpack, it took all of my strength, all of my patience, every last ounce within me, not to recoil or run away. For the first time since my ex, I actually wanted to yell at someone for saying something stupid and accusing me with an ulterior motive. In my head, I screamed, ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!’ But at this point, it wouldn’t have helped either of us. I took a moment, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and counted to ten to steady my nerves and quell the beginnings of anger in my heart. 

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[breadcheekstete]

My Roommate is a F33dee

(vm¡n // f33dee tæhyung)

th always wore baggy clothes. Especially those that make him look extra small even when he is next to jm. He never gave much mind into his roommate’s fashion, 'till he saw him shirtless. Who was gonna tell that under his oversized hoodies would hide a belly?

th had a round face, but overall, he was tall, enough to make the trick into thinking that maybe he just had some baby fat on his cheeks like jm did. And he never changed in front of jm nor in their room, he always went to the dorm showers to do so, which was a bit odd if you ask him.

You see, jm wondered about th's body since they were assigned to share their dorm room. He ate a lot since day one, yes, but his friend jk did too and he's very lean. At first he thought it had something to do with being practically strangers. Now that they have a proper friendship, jm just thinks he's shy about his body.

But a few months into the term, th's habits started to… change.

jm should have seen the signals.

Today, he came back earlier from the library and was about to rant about how this teacher is driving him nuts with his dreadful way to teach when he sees th jolt startled. He's sitting on his bed, a 1L bottle of sprite in hand and his phone in front of him. “What's that?”

th hiddes the bottle behind his back. "Oh, uhm… It's for a challenge I wanted to try... Nothing important."

jm closes the door behind him and sits next to him. "I'm curious."

th slowly reveals the bottle again and clears his throat. "Well I was going to film it, but I don't know how to do it by myself," he says. He looks at jm, but adverts his eyes before he asks, "Can you film me?"

jm was a bit taken aback, and th seemed like he was starting to regret it, but as he said; he's curious. "Okay." He takes the phone and looks at TaeHyung uncaping the bottle. "Isn't 1L too much for one person, though? Shouldn't you, I don't know, just chug a smaller bottle instead?" jm asks, a bit worried and a lot impressed.

"Go hard or go home," th responds with a wiggle of his eyebrows and gestures to jm to start recording.

jm is proven wrong when th reaches half of the bottle with ease in one go. He wonders where all of that is going, when th pulls back and rests a hand on his bloating torso. He never did a chugging before, but he's sure that that's a lot of bloat for just half a bottle.

His thoughts are short-lived when th interrupts them with a string of belches. They burped in front of each other before, but not quite like this, and Jimin is embarrassed to admit that it does something to his tummy.

"I– bWooOOOUuuUrP fuck… –uUUuRp huh.." th groans and complains, tapping his chest for more trapped burps as he gasps for air before taking the bottle onto his lips once again and chugging as fast as before.

"Easy, Tete, take it easy," jm reminds.

th belches around the bottle and with a grin he continues.

He's almost done when he pulls back again, this time, he leans back onto the pillows and his hoodie raises a bit, exposing his bloated belly. jm freezes, and th, oblivious to all of it, rubs his underbelly and presses next to his belly button to help the burps out.

"You can –BwOooUrP do it, come *hic* on," th mumbles, encouraging himself. And with that, he gained the strength enough to finish it all with a loud belch that surely was heard in the whole hall.

He takes his phone and thanks jm for recording him. jm can't articulate a word after what he just witnessed, so he nods and excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of his increasingly obvious boner.

happy hollidays (ôㅈô)/ ! take this little treat from me in these festive days, you'll see more of it soon so enjoy and wait for me 🖤 !!

[babybratzmaraj]

Fairytale:Lovely Day

Starring: Yourrage as Javion Davis

You as Yourself

Part 2

Summary: Today was the day! You were picked to be your favorite streamers assistant/manager! but when you get there you see that its nothing like sunshine and rainbows.

Warnings: Contains Foulllll language (not much but still, cussing is in it), maybe awkwardness but thats the point!, dual pov so the pov will switch.

A/N: HIIIII!!! its bratz😁 my first series on hea! this is a slowburn but trust, we shall be whores soon! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it♥️ P.S. @megamindsecretlair surprise!!!! P.P.S marshawn is stilll coming, i promiseeee

You scrunched your face looking down at your phone with your best friend of 3 Years, Megan hitting you with the same expression.

“The fuck?! You should be happy like I said! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have and you gone take it!”

Today was the day you got flown out to Dallas, Texas! The beautiful, high-in-rent, ghetto city that everyone loves to go to, party or just to live for a fresh start. You rather stay in your bed and rot but Megan wasn’t finna allow none of that shit, especially when it's your first day on the job.

“Bitch, I’m just sayin’ what if I’m wasting my time? What if he don’t like me?” You threw the question in the air with an irritable look shot back at you, fixing her lips to speak but pushed out an exhausted sigh. “Ho, if you wasn’t a qualified candidate, you WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN PICKED!” she finished harshly making you giggle. “Trust, if that or those mu’fuckas ain't want you, you would not be up at 5 a.m packing, late as fuck I may add, getting ready to fly out.”

She was right, you did not think you were actually picked, that was until he sent your plane ticket confirmation information, it struck you like a big ass semi-truck, panicking since you didn’t prepare, until now.

You closed and zipped your carry-on bag and tossed it on the floor, flopping on your bed that you will miss oh so much, almost grieving it until Megan snapped you back to reality.

“Wanch, if you don’t get your ass outta my face! who knows what the fuck came outta those cheeks.”

You chuckled, reaching near your butt to grab your phone. “Listen, just because I let my food cook and give me all my nutrients, don't mean you gotta hate!.”

“YUCK!” Megan slapped her hand over her mouth, stopping herself from gagging. “Getcha nasty ass off my mu’fuckin’ modernized pager with a beautiful touchscreen.” She spat with disgust, hanging up the phone, you burst into laughter and continued your practiced routine of getting ready.

You checked every spot to make sure you put things in their collective places, leaving no stone unturned. Once completing your examination for the fiftieth time, you grabbed your glasses off of the nightstand and put them on her face, immediately annoyed that they were back dirty after you cleaned them. You didn't have enough time to even attempt to clean them, you had to say your teary-eyed goodbyes and hop in your uncle's truck to take you to the Detroit Airport, getting out of the way of traffic for both the highways and people also trying to reach their flight.

“Oh my baby girl, leaving me to go to that state,” Your tete wailed, swinging her arms around before wrapping them around you, squeezing you tightly as your other two cousins joined the group hug.

“If Yall don’t get yall grown asses off that lil girl? Y’all killing her softly.”

“Yeah!” you agreed with your uncle, “And one of yall grabbed my back titty, so when I come back, all’s y’all’s getting yall backs kneaded.”

You stepped out of the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport to the Texas heat smacking you in the face, already regretting flying out here, but it wasn’t your dime that got you out here on, you can’t look bad on your first day, you just got the mothafucka!

As you step further into the hell-like heat, a black SUV swerves in front of you, coming to a full stop. A short stuffy man popped out of the driver seat and crossed around the car with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yous the new assistant?” The man asked, shoving his hands out of his pockets to greet you.

“I am,” You accepted his greeting, ignoring how sweaty his hands were, ready to dip your hand in a pool full of mini sharks, which you now remembered was Prinahs. You were so caught up in correcting yourself, that you didn't notice he already put your carry-on in the trunk of the SUV. “Ma’am? We gotta dip before we won’t have a decent arrival time.”

You hurried yourself into the back of the SUV, feeling relieved that he had the air on, it was hotter than a mothafucka in Dallas! 81 degrees hot in Dallas.

Even though your southern roots grew strong, you came from the mitten state, Michigan. Home of the Buffs, Coney Dogs, and the most unique sound nobody can copy, but it was always cold as fuck. You hated the cold, the snow, the sneaky black ice that could sneak attack you and turn you into a medlife subscriber, you always complained but you knew you were never going to leave, until today, which you still couldn’t believe on the way to your new job.

You watched in awe as you saw the big freeways and highways as you flew down the interstate, seeing all the big tall buildings and seeing all different kinds of cars flying by, it almost distracted you from the knots and flips and shit that was happening inside your stomach.

“What made you want to apply to be Jay’s assistant?” The man spoke, waking you from your fear-induced trance.

“I got the random urge to apply, my best friend would literally sell me to the cartel if I passed up this opportunity.” you laughed, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

He nodded, taking an exit off the highway onto a regular street. “The name’s G by the way, Jay’s uncle.”

Uncle? You’ve been watching his streams and youtube videos, even his Instagram story when he posts little shit. You had never seen or heard of this uncle, and you almost felt betrayed by this new information.

He chuckled at reading your face which showed you didn’t know this man from a can of paint. “He protects the people who wants protection, one thing I appreciate best from him.” G smiled as he continued to express his deep gratitude.

You two talked some more, unaware that you were just now pulling into the secluded driveway, anxiety quickly eating you up to the point you felt like you were going to throw up. You wiped the sweat off of your hands on the seat in front of you as you whipped your phone out of your pocket, swiping till you saw ‘Bestie Miss Westie’ contact. Connecting the call to your AirPods you looked out of the window as you enjoyed the lovely scene of a front yard he had, grass freshly cut, the bushes trimmed down to waist level, the flowers complementing the house very well.

“If you callin’ because you missed your plane, I’m- who car you in,” she spoke but quickly changed when she saw the dark blue roof above you.

“I’m almost at the house, finna shabooya my tinks.” you confessed, removing one airpod as your best friend cackled loudly in your eardrum.

You two had code names for phrases, others may think you two were weird but it's simple because bitches are nosey, ‘shabooya my tinks’ translate into ‘I’m finna shit myself’

“Bitch if you shit yourself before you meet him you will foreva be called shitty booty by me.” she laughed as you tried your best not to pull out one of your many laughs.

The SUV stopped and the rumble of the truck shook still, signaling that we were here. G gave you a look to signal you to open your door, almost having an accident when a nice dark-skinned woman smiled a Steve Harvey smile.

“Lemme call you back.” You whispered, hanging up the phone as the lady popped open the door.

“Sorry honey! I’m just so happy to meet my new friend!.” she exclaimed, holding out her hand to help you out of the SUV. You popped out of the SUV and were pulled into a big hug by her, getting the wind squeezed out of you. ‘I feel at home already.’ you thought when you heard G shout from the side of you,

“Let go of that girl! we just hired her, Shanae.”

Shanae is Javion's assistant/manager, whose place you’ll be taking while she goes on maternity leave, but luckily she won’t be leaving just yet, she’ll be training you until her little one breaks her water. Jay wanted her to be on leave now but it would have been too cruel to leave you with no tutorial, so she stayed.

“Shut up Gerald!” she hushed him as he brought your luggage around to you two, holding his heart like he was just betrayed.

“I ain't even did shit, you see how I get treated?” he scoffed as you three laughed, walking towards the front door.

Walking into the house, the cold breeze hit you dead in your face, cooling you off in an instant. You threw up your index finger, telling them to wait on you as your body readjusted to the drastic change in temperature.

When you cooled down enough, you opened your eyes to the rest of them in the dining room, waiting for you to stop being weird and join them.

You sped walked to the dining room table and there he was. Javion Davis, leaning on the wooden chair staring military knives through you because daggers wouldn’t be the word to describe it.

His hair was a mess as he just hopped out of bed for this meeting, his eyes hanging low confirmed it. His body was sculpted perfectly, his lips pouted and juicy enough to kiss, his abs protruding through his tight white t-shirt, and his dad pajama pants sagged just right so you saw his Rick and Morty Ethika boxers, he looked so much sexier in person.

You brushed your thoughts out of your head and sat across from him, taking off your Nipsey Hussle bomber jacket and tucked it behind you, leaving you in your black shirt and naked arms.

They greeted you again with open arms while Javion kept it cold and short, spoke in short words and sounds like ‘hm’, ‘yeah’, and ‘fine with me’.

When the meeting finished, he walked out of the dining room ignoring your attempts to get to know him. “Ignore him honey,” Shanae reassured, handing you a glass of peach tea with ice cubes in it.

“You didn’t have to love, I coulda got my cup.”

“Baby I know you shy, I could tell by your body language.” She spoke

“Is it that obvious?”

“Deadly. You can stay comfortably shy as you please around me, I used to be exactly like you.” she reminisced thinking about when she was first starting.

True she was his friend since high school, but a whole new position other than one of his main viewers? Scared her shitless, but she got used to it as she was a natural at being a manager.

She told stories of how crazy this job can get but how she would never trade it for anything in the world and other stories from her childhood and how she met Jay, turns out y’all had a lot in common than you thought, feeling more at ease with the future of this job. She led you to the room you would be staying at with your bags already placed on the bed along with a note from Gerald.

‘Good luck suga, if you need me I'll be here,’ with a sorry excuse of an arrow pointing to his number below. You thought it was a nice gesture so you tucked the note into your pocket and whipped out your phone. “You need anything?” Shanae asked, waddling inside the room.

“I should be ok, thanks anyway.” you politely declined her offer. You didn’t want a pregnant woman to do a lot of unnecessary movements, you’d feel guilty having a pregnant lady do manual labor even when she says it's no problem.

“Okay sweetheart, and don’t worry about Javiontaion, he a asshole but he means well. Enjoy your room!” she finished, closing the door behind her.

“Why the fuck do I need a new assistant? My current one is perfectly fine.” he tossed the question towards his uncle, taking one last puff out of his blunt before putting it out.

“Boy, for someone who swear they nonchalant, you give too much of a fuck.” he shot back, leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Unc, I don’t know this bi-” he started but quickly corrected himself. He rubbed his hand down his face, rubbing them together before resting his elbows on his legs.

“I don’t know lil ma from a lick of shit, my assistant is fine for right now.”

“Keyword, right now.” she chimed in, pushing the door open a little. “What happens when my water breaks? Who is going to keep you level-headed? Handle your financial situations and shit? Make sure you make your meeting on time? You can’t even remember to wash the damn dishes!”

He sighed an irked sigh wishing he didn’t have to have this conversation for the millionth time before you came here. You weren’t the problem, he just didn’t trust people well, especially being this close to him and all in his business, for all he knows you just tryna rob him blind and dip, Hell, even sending you the information to get down here was a hassle!

“Y’all know how I am, I can’t warm up to shorty as fast as y’all want me to.”

“We planned this 5 months ago nigga, Im finna bust at any given moment.”

“Not to mention,” G chimed in, “If she was like that, I would have not brought her ass here, to the place you lay yo head at.” and he wasn’t lying. G always had a knack for feeling bad vibes from someone, it's how he was able to sniff out a few of his friends who were just using him and his kindness.

He sat there staring at the ground still thinking how he was going to warm up to you, he didn’t want to but for the sake of everyone else, he was going to attempt.

“Fine, but don’t think Peter Pan finna sprinkle his magic dust and imma love her ass overnight.” he gave in, earning a squeal from Shanae.

“I’m telling you, he does not like me, Meggie.” You sighed laying on the purple blanket, feeling her stress seep into the bed.

“What now?! what told you he dont like yo ass.”

“He literally only spoke in baby dick words.” You pointed out, “No full sentences, no actual greeting, not even an eye roll or a smack of the teeth. Ian get SHIT.”

“Baby, you are a stranger in his house. I know you want someone to like you offrip, but for some people that just ain’t possible.” she said motherly, popping a Reese into her mouth. “He gone warm up to you, but you gotta be patient, which won't be a problem since you so damn shy.” she giggled, making you jerk your head back.

“Wanch!” you chuckled at her sneaky drag, “Why can’t we have one good conversation?”

“Because when are we normal?” she made known, you both just laughing y'all little hearts away, It was never a dull moment with your bestie and somehow you just felt like she was going be your sane person on this adventure.

[everythingpavloves]

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☆.｡.:*𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑵𝒐 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - 𝑲𝑻𝑯.｡.:*☆

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Taehyung x Reader

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: All your life you’ve been sick with a weak heart but through it all is your loving boyfriend Taehyung. He reminds you why you love him after a scary surgery and he takes care of you and babies you relentless

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3,070

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Reader had heart problems so that’s what the surgery was for, mentions of death but NO ONE dies, hospital talk and such, pretty angsty tbh but don’t worry also very fluffy and a happy happy ending!! Probably some medical inconsistencies, I’m very sorry

𝒂/𝒏: EEEEEE this was a request and I really hope you guys like it!!! If you want a request please submit some! I take fluff and angst, NO SMUT and I’ll do drabbles, headcanons, and OT7 reactions!

You never one to take things for granted. For you, what mattered were the small things in life, the almost forgettable moments but once collected enough in the mason jar sitting within your brain, they were little personal belongings that meant everything to you. Instances such as leaning lazily upon your significant other in the morning, sleep and crust still coating your eyes while you both were doing a poor job in brushing your teeth, or buying the strawberry danish that you looked forward to each friday, after your shift at work to end the tiring week with something sweet, or perhaps even just riding the train to classes, listening to whatever new album your favourite artist had released.

You kept all those things close in the confines of your heart as that’s what kept you going, but you realised at the very second you exited the hospital that you would treasure these things even more, if possible, all because just two days ago, you thought you weren’t going to live to see them again the next day.

You were born with a weak heart and as a child it was hard to maintain health due to you being like every other kid; rowdy, curious, and an adventurer. This all took a strain to your heart but it only grew worse as you aged. Everyday you lived in fear of whether or not your heart would give up on you, a scary thought when your anxiety was rooted in abandoning your boyfriend, Taehyung, in death.

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

“Tete,” You huff. “You really don’t have to push me around in the wheelchair. I can walk on my own just fine.”

Taehyung halts abruptly, a deep sigh escaping from his lips. You turn your head to look at him, one hand on his hip, hiding underneath his oversized blazer, the other pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes squinted. “Jesus y/n, you just got out of surgery two days ago. Your chest was wide open, alright? Just cuz your surgery was successful doesn’t mean you have to act like an olympian athlete.”

You pouted, downcasting your eyes to your hands folded over your lap. “Yeah but…I don’t wanna be…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish your sentence.

“Uh uh, none of that, I know exactly where your mind is going.” He scolds, pushing you once more out the doors of the hospital. “You never were and you’re never going to be a burden. It’s my duty and honour,” he expressed dramatically in a haughty accent, “as your loving and exceedingly handsome boyfriend to take care of you.”

You couldn’t help but cackle, a loud breathy laugh came from your throat as you tilted your head back. “What a dork,” you snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, but you love my dorkiness.” You do. “And besides,” He reaches over your shoulder, grabbing your cheek. “I wuv taking care of my widdol babyyyy.” He sing-songs in a honeyed voice.

“Teteeeeee,” you whine, swatting his hand away.

He rubs the skin of your cheek before leaning down to press a kiss to the reddened spot and you smell his tart and spicy cologne. His lips trail over the shell of your ear, his black permed hair tickling your forehead whilst it also hides the loving relief of his eyes. “Let’s finally get you home, darling.” 

You sit propped in Taehyung’s bed, a mountain of pillows behind you and a blanket wrapped around your legs and waist. You hear your stomach gurgle, a long uninterrupted sound. As if he’s read your mind, Taehyung prances into the room, a cloth draped over his arm like a waiter. Upon closer inspection, you realise he’s drawn a French-style moustache over his upper lip in what you hope wasn’t sharpie. You have to stop yourself from laughing at the image of Taehyung leaning over his bathroom counter so he could draw his moustache with intense focus. He stops beside your lounging figure and hands you a piece of paper.

“And what would the mademoiselle like?” He inquires in a fancy accent, standing straight in a cartoonish pose of a waiter.

“What’s this?”

“Your menu, mademoiselle.” He’s trying not to break character and you can tell by the way he pinches his lips together, his neck growing red, and the way his forehead wrinkles inwards.

You decide to give in to his shenanigans. “Ahhhhh, I see. And what would you recommend?”

“EvERy-” His voice cracks and he coughs into his fist and you catch the way his shoulders shake in a silent laugh. “Hmmmm, my apologies. Everything. Every item on the menu was curated just for Mademoiselle.”

“Oh? I sure do feel lucky.”

“As you should be. The chef is…quite smitten with Mademoiselle and hopes to impress her.”

“Consider me impressed. I’ll have the macaroni and cheese with garlic bread, please. And a glass of strawberry juice, if you could.”

In a final flourish, Taehyung bows dramatically. “Of course. Your food will be ready in twenty minutes. Please rest until then.”

As he’s about to leave, you call his name. Your boyfriend’s that is, not the waiter. “And Taehyung? Don’t overcook the noodles again.”

You really thought he was going to stay in character but he proves you wrong. His shoulders slump in defeat and embarrassment and he hangs his head backwards, beginning to whine. “y/nnnnnn, that was just once! God, have some more faith in my exquisite culinary skills.”

With his ridiculous antics just now and his adorable complaining you finally let loose your laughter. It’s raucous and inconsistent with you taking deep breaths in between but to Taehyung, it’s music to his ears and he hopes to hear it every single day for the rest of his life.

“Don’t worry, darling. You get the Tete special so it’ll be extra yummy.” He leaves with a wink and you swoon just the way you did the first time you met him.

For a while you browse through your phone, bored and hungry whilst waiting for your food. But after ten minutes, becoming restless from scrolling, you turn it off and just lay with your eyes closed. Nо matter what Taehyung was doing, he always did it with music. Getting ready in the morning, driving to the Hybe building, cleaning the house, whatever. Silence was rare.

Right now he’s listening to Billie Holiday’s There is No Greater Love. You could hear the various clunks of pots, the sink’s running water, and the rusting of boxes and bags, indicating his ingenious cooking prowess.

There is no greater love than what I feel for you. No greater love, no heart so true.

He’s humming along to the song at first, a low and elegant song that reminds you of those nights where you had laid in pain, writhing, gripping your chest and all Taehyung could do was inject a low dose of morphine provided by the hospital for times like that. When your pain had subsided he would stroke and pat your hair as he hummed songs into your ear with tears brimming his eyes to lull you into a drug-induced sleep.

You sigh wearily, wanting to forget that awful pain, the worst thoughts running through your head, thinking that at any moment, you would pass in your sleep and Tae would wake up without you.

Taehyung’s present tinkering in the kitchen rips you away from these worries. Your boyfriend now sings, a timber baritone that would make for a lovely jazz singer, like the very ones he so idolizes.

You’re the sweetest thing I have ever known. And to think that you are mine alone.

His singing spurs you on even more and you watch out the window to somehow calm your mind. You see the sun, full and bright, casting its warm hug on your face despite the chilly autumn months. You see a few birds taking flight, no doubt somewhere south, somewhere much warmer, perhaps back to their little homes. You hear children yelling and cheering from the park across the street, and you’re happy that they get to be free, hopefully healthy, or at least healthier than you were.

You admire such simple yet gorgeous things, the tiny bits of life that shine individual colours of stained glass onto the world that creates life for what it is. All this creates hope, not just for you, but for other people as well, or at least you like to think so. But if all this was so dear to you, if it’s what kept you sane throughout years of physical, mental, and emotional pain, then why are tears streaming down your face in succession so fast, the saltiness of them make you even hungrier and thirstier. Actual, literal hunger, yes, but also hunger to know what peace of mind feels like.

You cry and think some more and a revelation dawns on you. You cry because you were frightened of losing everything. Your family, your stressful yet exciting job, the anticipation for tomorrow, and most importantly, Taehyung.

You would describe him like your rock, solid and never moving no matter what, no matter the circumstances, but a ship, or a small raft was more fitting. He kept you afloat through everything, and when you couldn’t move yourself any longer and couldn’t escape the impending storm, he kept you safe in his arms, in his hold. When there was no wind for your sails to keep you going, he made sure that you and him screamed, into the void or at whatever creator who made the blessed earth and sky but cursed you, so that the gust of air from your lungs would finally push you along.

Prone to over thinking, you thought you were to leave him behind, maybe suddenly in the middle of the day, on a normal evening on a date, in the middle of the night. You thought you were to see him one final time when the doctors wheeled you away into the operating room. That he would wait hours upon hours in the waiting room, filled with coffee and no sleep, hyped up on anxiety and worry, only to get news that the surgery was unsuccessful.

But you were wrong, and for once, you were happy you were wrong. You had never been more grateful for life and for living than you are now, alive, post-surgery, no longer having to be hooked up on machines and depending on medicine.

Staring out the window, you cry some more but you’re also smiling, knowing for a fact that you look insane. But you don’t care. You’re so happy to be alive that you’re overwhelmed with every emotion.

You’re interrupted when Taehyung walks through the door, the food resting neatly on a tray. With his low voice once more, he sings out, “Order for y/nnn! Hope it’s-” He stops when he sees your emotional state and hurries to place the tray on the bedside table.

He sits on the bottom of the bed, immediately and without any hesitation whatsoever, scooping you into his arms. He cradles your entire body, one arm around the back of your neck to press your face into his neck as he rocks you back and forth. The position is intimate, every inch of your body touching and entwining despite the two of you being fully clothed. It’s intimate because he presses his forehead to yours as if he could read your thoughts. It’s intimate because your hearts are connected, separated only by skin and tissue, almost like he could share your emotions. It’s intimate because your arms and legs are mixed together and you could feel the shared thrums of your pulses, an unspoken vow of being together in mind and in body. It’s intimate because you find out he’s joined you in crying, your tears mixing with his, your pain becoming his. You are him, and he is you, and together you have become one.

He holds you like this while your sobs reach a crescendo, a loud wail at one point but slows and simmers down into broken whines, and finally ragged and laboured breathing.

Taehyung pulls himself apart from you and cups your face with both hands and they fully envelop you. “Are you in pain, does anything hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Why were you crying then, darling?” he asks, wiping away your tears by kissing both cheeks.

“It’s so silly, Tete.” You whisper, falling limp against his hold.

“No, no, it’s not,” he rushes, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “C’mon, it’s not silly, please tell me, darling.” He’s almost begging at this point because he wants to rip whatever’s ailing you away.

“I was so scared, Taehyung.” Your fists clench, somewhat ashamed that you’re being a baby and creating a fuss.

“I know you were but guess what y/n? You were so so so strong and you did so so so well. Not just for the surgery but everything before that. All the hospital visits, meds, all the pain. You were so brave and I love and admire you for that. If I was in your place I never would have been able to do that.”

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes. “Yes, you woulda. Cuz I woulda been there for you too.”

He chuckles lightly, finding it incredible that despite being vulnerable to him, you were ever the fighter. Always had been and always will be. “Yeah? Is that so?”

“Yeah, cuz you were there for me even though you could have left.”

Taehyung’s silent for a few beats, thrown absolutely into confusion and doesn’t know what to say. “Why would you ever think that, y/n? I never, ever, in a million years, would have left you.”

“I know but it would have been easier and I wouldn’t have blamed you…I feel silly for saying that, though.”

“I understand but not even an army could separate me from you. You’re stuck with me.”

You slap his chest and giggle and again, it’s music to his ears, like little chimes playing in the wind. “You make it sound like a bad thing.”

“Well it’s obviously not!” He fakes offence. “You have the most loving and exceedingly handsome boyfriend.”

Normally you would have playfully scoffed at this but this time it’s your turn to cup his cheek. “Yeah, I do, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.” He leans into your touch and his skin warms up with love. “I love you so much, taehyung. I can’t put into words how much I love you cuz you just jumble up my thoughts but all I know is that I want to stay with you for the rest of my life.”

His eyes shine wide and bright as he perks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wanna fight with you over where to eat every week, I wanna get ready for life with you every morning, and I wanna have debates on which kind of peanut butter is better.”

“Crunchy, obviously.” He quips.

“Disgusting. It’s smooth.”

“Did you mean debates like that?”

You kiss his nose, his cheek, his forehead, his lips. “Exactly like that.”

“You know what I wanna do?” Taehyung asks

“What’s that?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and props you back against the pillows, gently placing the tray of food on your lap, ready to feed you. “I wanna take care of you in big ways and small. I wanna help you relax when your stupid boss is being a meanie, I wanna get your favourite snacks whenever you forget, I wanna do everything with you.”

“Everything? Like what?”

He ponders for a moment but he already has a list inside his head. “Take you somewhere nice, let you see everything the world has to offer. See you accomplish everything you wanted to, see you at my concerts, have you with me when I release my first album.”

“Dedicated to me, of course.”

He firmly nods his head, pouting his lips. “As if I’d have it otherwise.”

“Alright, keep going. What else would we be doing?”

He leads a spoonful of macaroni and cheese to your mouth, watching with a small smile as you chew and swallow your food. “Make horrendous concoctions of food and serve them at big dinner parties with the utmost seriousness and see how people react. Dance around the apartment in our underwear at night.”

He stops feeding you for a moment and he looks down at his lap. “Is that it, Tete?”

“No. I want to settle down with you, have children, grandchildren, a big family. I want to grow old with you, all gross and wrinkly but you’d still be the most stunning. I want you in my life now and forever, y/n.”

“Are you sure you want forever?” You jokingly challenge, heaping more macaroni into your mouth.

He leans forward and grabs your face, pressing multiple kisses upon it. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my entire life.”

Of all the things you had come to love in your life, everything small and miniscule, almost unimportant, there’s no greater love than yours for Taehyung, and his for you.

[randomfoggytiger]

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part II): The First Christmas Death

The first time we see Scully engage with her family is in the infamous Beyond the Sea; and it establishes quite a bit about her personal life with the episode opening alone.

**Note**: I recommend reading the Typing posts for each of the Scullys (located in the Typing section here.)

Beyond the Sea

“You gonna leave this up all year?” Captain Scully asks, a tease sparkling in his eyes. 

Scully doesn’t pause her busy-bee buzzing around the kitchen as she answers, “Yep. All year.” 

Her voice is light-- intentionally buoyant and unpolished, making her seem years younger-- and her lips pull up on one side in a smirk.  “Since you always made us take the Christmas tree down the day after Christmas, I’m making up for lost time.” 

She’s teasing back in the same dead-pan: what appears to be a poke is “betrayed” by a twinkle in her eyes. 

Her father wanders in to further their light-hearted discussion,

but drops in a little paternal my- way-is-best-you’ll-see warning: “If your idea of a good time is to pick up pine needles, treat yourself.” 

Maggie wanders into frame, not to be left out of this tete-a-tete-- “As if he’s an authority on having a good time”-- poking back at her husband while reminding him he’s sounding a bit too authoritarian. 

Scully seems to treat her mother with more gravitas than her father, pausing to listen and engage more seriously with the conversation. 

Dad Scully is delighted to be soundly defeated.

The whole family shares a “got ya back” humor, suppressing their smirks and enjoying themselves in a twofold manner: savoring the joke while purposefully not reacting to it, making it a double joke. 

In this scene, Scully glances back and forth between her parents, gauging their reactions and reveling in their good humor-- which, as was discussed in Part I (see here), has been a while for her since she joined the FBI. 

Scully hinders Maggie from helping with a quiet “It’s okay, Mom, I’ve got it”; and, again, glues her face to Maggie’s when her mother responds with an “Oh, okay.” 

Scully is still heavily reliant on her parents’ reactions towards herself to moderate her own happiness: she’s happy if they’re happy, and she vigilantly zeroes-in on their expressions to see if they've been offended by anything. It would seem the disturbance to their familial equilibrium has been newly re-established; and she’s striving to prove to them-- most likely without them wanting her to-- that she’s capable, smart, and able to take care of herself. 

Interesting note: is that she seems more on edge around Maggie than Captain Scully: while he is a no-nonsense Naval man, Scully is still his little girl; and Scully, while affected about his reaction about her job, seems to expect more disdain or anger from Maggie than her father. Or, at the very least, she suspects that the current peace amongst the three of them is largely moderated by Maggie (which proves to be the case.) 

“Okay Maggie, let’s shove off.” 

Maggie looks up, not ready to go just yet; but immediately acquiesces with a faint “Oh.” She’s rallied by her next sentence-- “Okay”-- and turns to wish her daughter goodbye. Scully gives her a warm hug, careful not to get her dirty hands on her mother’s blouse. 

“Well thank you for having us. Dinner was delicious as usual.” 

Scully, it seems, is a wizard in the kitchen.

Scully gives her mom a quick, warm smile before stepping away to mock-salute her father:

For a split second, she sucks her lower lip up, a rush of emotion passing over her face temporarily-- 

perhaps sad he’s leaving so soon, perhaps gearing up to surprise him with her salute, perhaps both of those and something else-- before her adoring smile returns: "Good sailing, Ahab.” 

Her father beams and scoops her up in a tight hug--

“Good night, Starbuck.”

These two are incredibly happy to be in each other’s company: is this a reunion of sorts, or simply a rebalancing after their relationship had toppled with the Scully family schism? The three of them had to be alone together during the holidays since Bill, Melissa, and Charlie were out of the house (and seemingly out of the state) while around the time Scully was recruited. Melissa was there for one Christmas before her sister was recruited; but Scully has been teaching at Quantico since, and was recently requested to be a field agent to the X-Files. That means Scully had her parents (mostly) to herself during med school (four to eight years?) and developed an even more connected bond than did her siblings-- which makes sense why the others drop intermittently into Maggie's life but Scully stays. It would have been incredibly devastating to Scully to have her parents' reject her FBI vocation; and heartbreakingly devastating for her parents to lose the stability of seeing their baby girl often because of a demanding, dangerous job.

Maggie prods her husband to question their daughter about her job,

even though both Captain Ahab and Scully want to avoid that topic

(Scully’s “It’s good” followed by a convulsive swallow rings loud and clear as the predecessor to her “I’m fine”s;

and her father’s lip purse, slight nod, and quick retreat betraying that he both does and doesn’t want to know more about his little girl’s job-- like Captain, like Starbuck);

but more than that, Ahab and Scully display various degrees of the same discomfort and disappointment: he feels unable to bridge that uncomfortable gap without damaging their relationship again; and she feels disappointed that her father didn’t inquire further about her goals and her ambitions, crumpling up her napkin

and tossing it

as an expression of how severely letdown she is. All three Scullys gloss over the moment as the two parents coat-up and shuffle out the door, ready to shove the awkwardness back under the rug.

Maggie, it seems, pushes her husband and daughter out of their comfort zones so that they will reconnect faster-- which doesn’t seem to be working, but is a method she uses with Scully the rest of the series. Scully sees that her father is only asking because he’d been told to-- she doesn’t even have to turn to know that Maggie is giving him cues over her shoulder, that’s just how her parents are-- and she feels more insecure after this scenario than she felt before it: ramrod-straight back, all-business “drive carefully”, 

and gazing longingly after her father, hoping he’ll reach out for a goodbye kiss or even a final goodbye,

which doesn’t seem to be his normal habit as he walks out in silence without fuss or iciness (he is a man of habit after all, post here.) 

Scully again convulsively swallows, trying to shove the weight of anxiety and insecurity off her back; 

but it seems to have affected her so deeply that she can’t fall asleep, curling up on the couch watching late-night tv and perhaps a short nap. (Was this before or after Mulder told her his own sleep woes? Likely not at all; and just another human trait of Scully’s she keeps tightly under wraps from everyone.) 

Scully suddenly opens her eyes seconds before the lights around her flicker, having felt a second presence in the room; 

and lifts her eyebrows, realizing that this person wasn’t a figment of her imagination and that he was her father. 

“...Dad?” Scully asks, voice soft and crackly from sleep; and starts to sit up as the lights continue to flicker on and off.  

It’s particularly endearing that her right knee pops in and out of frame as she uses her leg to prop up on the couch: 

“I thought you guys left. Where’s Mom?” she asks, blearily. 

Captain Scully continues to mouth the Lord’s Prayer, eyes locked on her with terminal intensity (heh.) 

Despite these strange circumstances, Scully doesn’t seem too fussed, just confused: 

her family seems to have abnormal quirks of their own that she takes for granted-- probably why she isn’t disconcerted by abnormal behavior on the X-Files (leading to Mulder’s bewilderment that she can miss obvious clues that the perpetrators are betraying in their behaviors and mannerisms.) 

The phone rings, surprising Scully; but when she looks back, her father is gone. 

(Also: Scully hung ornaments on her lamp, with the rest of her Christmas kitsch shoved on the table where she writes up her reports. It would seem she doesn’t have the surface space to put her decorations on; but she’d rather give up her work desktop than go holiday cheer-free.)

She stares, a little more nervous, as the phone continues to ring and the lights flicker one more time. Finally, she jumps up to answer the call, taking her security blanket with her.  

Scully’s “Hello?”s drops off into incredulous puzzlement when she hears sniffling on the other end of the line; 

but before it can get more horror-tropey, Maggie squeaks out, “Dana?” 

“Mom? What’s the matter?”

“We, um… we lost your dad.” 

Scully listens in shock as Maggie states, “He had, uh, massive coronary. About an hour ago. …He’s gone.” 

She visibly starts to shake as she turns to the chair where her father’s ghost sat, 

anguish temporarily consumed by fear at this unexplainable circumstance. 

There is no comfort in this last goodbye: only terror.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Disclaimers: This post is likely filled with typos. Will ghost edit later.

[userhobi]

 every month of 2022!

link your favorite and/or most popular post(s) from each month this year <3 (it’s totally fine to skip months!) and tag some CCs you love!

thank you for tagging me @sevencoloredstar @kithtaehyung @jiniekook @sopekooks @itsallaboutzayn, you all are such wonderful creators and i love seeing your works on my dash! ♡

january 📆

most popular: TAEHYUNG for GQ, JANUARY 2022 

favorite: all men do is lie 🙄

february 💕

most popular and ultimate favorite: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR HOPE

favorites:

❥ dior hoseok

❥ sope compilation

❥ cutie yoongi  

❥ 18 days of hoseok sets

notable mention: tried out this grid format for the first time

march ☀️

most popular: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARMY’S COMFORT PERSON MIN YOONGI ♡

favorites:

❥ daechwita movie poster

❥ taegi compilation

❥ an angel for an angel

notable mentions:

❥ set that unexpectedly received a lot of attention: pink hyungline

❥ different sharpening technique used: i’m your hope, you’re my hope, i’m j-hopeeeeee ♡

april 🌸

most popular: DAECHWITA X THAT THAT PARALLELS

favorite: TAEHYUNG, PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - LAS VEGAS | DAY 1 AND DAY 2

may 🌧️

most popular: YOONGI: *demonstrates flirting *HOBI: 😂😂😂

favorites: 

❥ a yoongi smile a day keeps the depression away 💛 

❥ DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS

june 🕶️

most popular: POV: he takes up every corner of your mind

favorites: 

❥ irl angel 🥺 - tried a new sharpening technique that i stayed using the rest of the year

❥ this cutie 🥺

❥ cutie 🥺

favorite coloring: 

❥ You did things to me that I just can’t forget 

❥ MY PRIDE, MY HEAVEN, AND LOVE

july (so much hobi content this month! 🥳)

most popular: HOBI ON WEVERSE LIVE 220725 😚

favorites: 

❥ certified cutie 🥺

❥ hobi at his album release party 🥳

❥ HOBI ON “IU’S PALETTE” 🎨

❥ HOBI on “GIVE ME A MINUTE”

❥ giggling cutie 🥺 

favorite coloring: 

❥ before 🥰 vs. after 😳

❥ his hair looks sexy pushed back

august 🍨

most popular + ultimate favorite: Hobi cursing during Lollapalooza 2022 ✨

favorites: 

❥ YOONGI X “OVER THE HORIZON” SPECIAL MOVIE

❥ HOBI on “LOVE GAME” 💘

❥ some sweet words from tiger koo 🐯💛

favorite coloring: 

❥ HOBI | RUN BTS, EPISODE 157 (TELEPATHY PART 1)

❥ HOBI X “JACK IN THE BOX” ALBUM COVER SHOOT

favorite sharpening: TAEHYUNG x “UNFOLD YOUR WORLD WITH GALAXY Z FLIP4”

set that unexpectedly received attention: HOBI ARRIVING TO PARK SOHYUN’S “LOVE GAME” RADIO SHOW ✨

september 🍁

most popular: *ADORABLY TALKS ABOUT WALL-E*

favorites:

❥ shy boy namjoon

❥ cool shade stunner 😎

❥ favorite namjoon hair

favorite coloring: pretty tete ♡

october 🎃

posted a set that was in my drafts since april: TAEHYUNG, PERMISSION TO DANCE ON STAGE - LAS VEGAS LQ VERSION 

tagging: @indigonamjoon @rosebowl @jinstronaut and @userjungkook97 (please feel free to ignore if you’ve done this already)

december ❄️

namjoon brought me out of my giffing hiatus temporarily 😂

when they showed Namjoon how people in their 30′s (apparently) speak to their friends on the phone and asked him to practice it 😂