#idk if I'll make another moodboard of him

[ralvezfanatic]

found smth that reminded me of hotch again

[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @wintaerbaer, and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind

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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself

New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again. 

His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.

Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties. 

You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.

“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”

“Want you…”

“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.

“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.

“I want you.”

Truth.

You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.

“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”

If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.

He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.

Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.

“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”

“You were drinking.”

“I’m not drunk. I promise.”

Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.

He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.

You haven’t seen him like this in so long.

Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.

He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.

Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.

Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.

“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time. 

“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.

Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.

His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.

“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”

You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”

Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.

He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins. 

“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”

You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come. 

His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily, 

Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.

This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.

No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.

Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.

He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.

The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.

He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.

Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.

But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.

“Are you clean?” you ask.

It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.

“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”

He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I promise.”

Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.

“How long has it been?”

Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes. 

“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.

For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.

Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”

“Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.

He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.

His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit. 

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.

“You can move,” you say after a while.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”

He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.

You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.

No, this is something else entirely.

I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.

“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.

“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”

“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.

You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.

He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.

How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.

“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.

“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.

“Harder,” you tell him shakily. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”

Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.

You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”

The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”

“Mean it.”

“I do mean it. I love you.”

Truth.

For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.

Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.

“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.

You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.

You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.

“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.

“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”

Jungkook groans at your answer. 

He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline. 

He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so. 

Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.

You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all. 

When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.

He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.

The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.

Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.

When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.

It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.

Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”

You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.

“Anything.”

You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.

“Tell me you can’t live without me.”

He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”

Truth. You know it’s the truth.

Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”

The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.

But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.

He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it. 

He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.

It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.

The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.

You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.

“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”

“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.

“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”

Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.

He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.

Are you gone forever?

Come back quietly.

“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.

The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.

“What?”

“How old are you?” you repeat.

It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”

"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."

His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.

No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.

“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”

Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.

He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time. 

You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.

There’s more to it, and you need to know.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.

You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.

A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.

What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.

Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.

He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.

He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.

Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.

When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.

Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?

Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.

It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.

It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.

She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.

“If you love her, you would let her go.”

Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.

He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.

She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.

Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.

The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.

Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.

He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do? 

She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.

That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.

He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.

July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”

“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.

You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.

“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.

Again with the apologies.

Fuck this.

It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.

You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.

He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?

“Y/N, wait-”

“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”

He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”

You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.

“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”

“What?”

“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”

Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.

It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.

“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.” 

He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.

He might bruise in the morning.

You hope he bruises in the morning.

The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.

You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.

But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.

Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.

This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.

The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.

You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?

“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”

You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.

You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.

“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...

In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.

“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”

up next...

our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted september 30, 2023]

[pup-wolf]

hi!!!! do you think you could make an agere moodboard for Jerome Valeska from Gotham (2014)? :3 totally okay if not!! I'd give a baseline cw for possible blood and scarring when looking up stuff about him, feel free to decline, ty!! <3

Jerome Valeska Moodboard !!!

I've never watched Gotham, but after reading (part of) Jerome's wiki I have decided that I must watch it, and I already know he's going to be my favorite character lol

I think I maybe made this one a bit too colorful to the point it's a little bland in an attempt to make it match so I could go to bed but idk, I had fun making I'll try and make another of him tomorrow, if anyone has any feedback it's very appreciated

But anyways I hope you like it, and I thank you very much for the request !!

[whatthefishh]

omg first of all CONGRATS ON 500 BABES OMG

Second, I want Jake with ALL SIXTEEN of the sinful sentences, but I'll take this one:

“Please, mark me.”

If you want to :) Idk why, but I need some Jake. If you wanna toss the other two in there as well feel free but no obligation.

(also if you felt like doing a playlist or moodboard for A Bit Dodgy I wouldn't stop you but no pressure because one thing is already so much I love you and congrats you hoe)

I LOVE YOU. Have some Steven.

Okay 500 words of jake smut under the cut lmfaoo, love you THANK YOU ❤️

Your nails were digging into his back on every hard thrust, your leg draped over his shoulder. He was starting to huff a little heavier, grunt a little deeper and thrust a little sloppier.

Jake had already made you come once on his fingers, and the way he was grinding into your clit on every push his hips had the next wave already threatening to pull you under. He had come to you a little worse for wear, and on some days he wanted to let out his tension on you, while on others… Well. He wanted you to make a mess of him.

You started with pushing him down on the bed and all but ripping his pants off of him until your mouth found him, sucking him off until he was fisting the sheets and begging you to stop before he came. Quickly flipping you under him, he slid into you ridiculously easy, not surprised in the slightest at how wet you were from just having your tongue on his cock.

Fast forward to now, the air being punched out of your lungs from the heavy slams of his hips and his noises getting louder with every second. Mustering up the energy to encourage him, to really push him over the edge as you knew he needed, you spoke up.

“Come on, Jake, you can fuck me harder. So pretty when you let go for me like this.”

You didn’t sound in control in the slightest, especially with the way he was gripping your hips only to ram his own into them on every pass. His eyes were focused on where you were joined, on where you were soaking the sheets. Your arms trailed down to his pecs, scratching his nipples and making him hiss.

“Please,” he growled at you. You didn’t know what he was asking for. “Please… touch me. Mark me.”

It was said so lowly you almost didn’t register it over the slap, slap, slap of his hips into yours. But his eyes flashed to yours for one desperate moment, you lost the ability to breathe and you know that’s why he said it again.

“Mark me.”

Wordlessly moving forward to latch onto his chest, you obediently sucked a mark into his skin, laving it with your tongue drunkenly. Licking the sweat off his neck you moved your mouth to leave another mark on his collar bone, on the junction between his neck and shoulder, and right under the skin beneath his ear.

You think you know why he asks, but you don’t ask to confirm. He wants reminders of you, when he’s not home and when he’s not in control. The others waking up with no clue as to how they got their love bites and hickies but he knew. He could see from where he was in the headspace and felt some sense of reassurance in knowing he didn’t just make you up.

That you loved him, cared for him. That you were real.

That he was real.

The pressure was at an all time high and after one more grinding thrust on your clit, you came all of a sudden, his groans of pleasure almost drowning out your release. Not like it stopped him from fucking you, though.

“I’m here, Jake, come on. Come, please.”

And he did, he grunted his last few thrusts loudly and sporadically and came so hard his vision blacked out for a second with his head thrown back.

Pulling out and dropping on the bed next to you, cheers heaving as you caught your breath. Your hands found their way to each other and loosely intertwined even as your dumb stare was on the ceiling.

“What if they-“

“They won’t. It’s fine.”

“I just worry sometimes,” you tried again.

“I know, bebita,” he was rubbing his thumb on your hand now. “I know.”

Idk if that makes any sense but I hope you guys understand also Ty for reading love you all

[justalilpearlie]

Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts

Was abt time I did one of these.

Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.

I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)

I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.

I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)

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I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)

I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)

I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...

Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!

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DNI prefferably:

- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)

- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.

- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.

- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much

CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj

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"Disclaimer"

- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref

- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.

- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.

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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)

Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny &lt;3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)

Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3

New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)

That's it folks, love yall and see you around!

[ghostblazewrites]

Melodies Of The Sky Intro

BASIC

genre: young adult, magical realism

status: working on 2nd draft, posting on wattpad

key themes: art, poetry, descriptive writing challenge, celestial symbolism, nature, mental health, sun & moon mythology, music, unlikely friendship, romanticizing life

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STORY

In the heart of an unassuming town, Lavender embarks on a personal journey of self-healing, only to find herself entangled in a myth that spans centuries and generations. Everything begins with an encounter with an enigmatic boy, setting in motion a celestial narrative that may connect to them more than they thought.

CHARACTERS

Lavender (she/her)

Lavender let out a sudden laugh. She was like a princess. She felt like one. Her kingdom was this never-ending field of mayflowers, and her crown was made with her own hands.

age: 15

Kind, unique, and a daydreamer, Lavender finds beauty and joy everywhere she goes. While not having many friends, she loves being around people and she adores deep connections. She’s very creative and expresses herself with art, music, and poetry.

quick facts

INFP

bad ukelele player, but is great at piano

has a gray tabby cat named willow!

morning bird, she loves waking up to the sunrise

favourite colour is blue

Eli (he/him

"You- you have to feel it. The story. You have to play with your soul and your body and your heart and your mind. You have to love each chord." He picked up his guitar. "You have to immerse yourself in a story and forget mistakes." 

age: 15

Quiet, gentle, and compassionate, Eli is a soft-spoken individual who has a talent for music and a passion for poetic words. He is dramatic like Lavender, always looking to make metaphors and poetry from mundane situations. While he seems aloof or shy on the outside, Eli quickly gets adventurous, excited and spontaneous about the things he cares the most about.

quick facts

INFJ

obsessed with the Lakelily myth of 'Eclipse'

has a dog named Luna

loves playing electric guitar

favourite colour is green

trans boy

night owl- loves midnight walks

AESTHETIC

moodboard

FACTS

☾𖤓 i started this book in may 2023, the absolute low of my mental health- it was supposed to be a quick descriptive writing prompt exercise to get my mind off of things...and quickly became this beautiful story.

☾𖤓 music is a huge part of mots- every chapter has a lyric :D

☾𖤓 the plot is pretty vague, i'll probably go into detail about it more in another post but the mystery is why it's so fun!

☾𖤓 third person, in lavender's pov (except for the prologue)

☾𖤓 the story is set in Lakelily, Ontario (no, i'm not just making every story set in canada whattt)

LINKS

pinboard

spotify playlist

wattpad

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hope you enjoyed, if anyone reads this lol!! i'm so happy and proud of melodies of the sky and hope to post the 2nd draft to wattpad more often. if you want to hear more, please tell me idk whether i'm shouting to the void anymore

[starfall-spirit]

hello hello lovely!! Idk if ur accepting prompts and no worries if ur not, but I’ve had a gwynriel idea bouncing around for a while and I don’t really write for gwynriel so wondered if it might work better w you (it’s also a kid fic so no worries if ur only sticking to ur existing ocs)? basically that gwyn and Az after the birth of their first child get far too competitive (bc of course gwyn makes a competition) about if the baby will say mama or dada first, and then one night gwyn walks in to find them both sitting there, Az trying to coach the baby into saying mama? thank u and no worries if it’s not for u :)

One Happy Family Snippet/Moodboard

"You're jumpy this evening, Gwyneth." Her eyes snapped to the High Lord's. Eris was intimidating at times, if not for his power, then for the fact he was difficult to read, always seeming bored or amused by whoever he faced. "Trouble back home?"

Always ready to pounce on weakness, growing allies or not. More than once she had wished Rhys found another way to secure Beron in the war.

"You were made aware of my reasons for needing a replacement these past months. It's not easy to be parted from your first child," she confessed.

"Yes, my congratulations," he muttered, scrawling his signature before gathering the paperwork in front of him. "Make sure this hits Rhysand's desk tonight." She raised her eyebrow. "Please."

At least he could be that courteous.

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I'll have the rest written soon, lovely! Thanks for sending a prompt!

[shirogane-oushirou]

AAAAAAAAAAA RO!!! BESTIE!!!! YOUR TAGS ARE DESTROYING ME RN /POS

I just had to send you an ask in response because oouughghghhhh... my feels... 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

I actually never realized how much I look like Java until I put our faces next to each other on that moodboard!!! The resemblance between us is so uncanny - but maybe that's why they've been giving me such good gender vibes lately ☺️ Amber resembles me quite a bit as well according to another friend, which is awesome to hear as an aspiring non-human shapeshifting critter!! Seriously, I'm so thrilled that you guys see it, too!! My gender euphoria levels shot THROUGH THE ROOF when you told me that...!!!

YOUR COMPLIMENTS ON MY PHOTO TOO... *SNIFF*... 😭🫂💖 I really love how my glasses look on me!! Last time I went to the optometrist, I tried to pick frames that I felt suited me, and that happened to take me into the men's section!! My mom was a bit confused by it, but those frames spoke to me right away 🥰 I didn't care that they were supposed to be frames for prescription sunglasses!! Besides, my lenses tint in the sunlight anyway so 😎✨️✨️✨️

I saw the tags you left on my art comm too, and I SO AGREE WITH YOU. I TOTALLY GET IT. I have a ton of Rockstar gifs and screenshots saved to a folder, and I adore the shit outta them all, but... ever since I discovered my guy's gender identity, if he doesn't have scruffy facial hair or a fuzzy chest patch, or those soft, hairy limbs... or his precious top surgery scars that he's so proud of?? He feels kinda like a different Cookie to me LOL

Basically, if he ain't hairy, transmasc or genderfluid, then he ain't my husband 😌💖✨️✨️ I think my version of him really suits the voice he has in C.R.K too!! A rough, rugged old man with passion and energy to spare, but who's finally starting to settle down a bit, too... he's not quitting the rock scene, not by a long shot - but he is a bit more inclined to blow things off and disappear if Java needs him (or if he misses them enough ☺️💖). He's an absolute menace in such a playful way, and I'm so attached to him, honestly... my handsome rock beauty 🥰💖💖💖💖

AAAAAAAAAAANYWAYS. This has been my involuntary Rockstar Supremacy ted talk!! Thank you for attending since you had no choice 🤣 /lh

And as always, I appreciate your tags and comments on my stuff!! I get so happy and flappy when I see that you rbed my stuff cuz I get to read all your awesome thoughts, hehe 🤗✨️

♡• @rockstars-babe •♡

NO IT'S SO REAL THO!!!! i pogged when i saw your face next to java's akjsndfkjnsf like?????? oh they're LITERALLY just reffie ok ok ok LMAO. and i can definitely see you in amber too!!!! idk i just feel like your s/is fit you so clearly despite having such drastically different designs, it's Wild!!!

god, i really need to take that approach when i start looking into getting new frames sometime soon ;;; that's such a nice way of thinking about it. like. if you're going to put that much investment into something you're expecting to wear for a number of years straight, may as well get some that are cool as shit KJNDFKJN and have the most comfortable vibes, gender be damned.

it's so odd, bc i've mostly known rockstar through you, and 90% of the time it's been CRK rockstar... but as soon as you really 'discovered' him, it's like a switch flipped ksjndf. it just fits him so well!! and i'd especially trust that view from someone who knows as much about him as you clearly do, from all of your talk about the new game >:)

and the voice thing!!!!! that's so odd too!!!!! when i was doing that "give me a series and i'll find an f/o" ask game, i listened to a couple of his voice lines for curiosity's sake. and his voice was like... it felt like it could grow on me, but his visual image and his voice were just a little... out of sync? if that makes sense? they weren't quite lining up w each other. but as SOON as you posed the topless comm of him i was like :0 OH. THIS IS WHO THAT VOICE BELONGS TO. JKNASFKJN.

i love reading your gushes about him; you have SUCH passion for him and for everyone who makes up your cookie family with and around him. 😭 it's why i like to really consider what i say in the tags; i want to match that energy! and it's why i look forward to when YOU rb stuff!!! you put just as much passion into appreciating everyone else's ships!! you just have so much passion in general and it's something i admire about you 🥺🥺🥺

(though i would 100% be behind if you decided to not pressure yourself so much KJNSDKFJN ;; you're dealing with so much outside of selfshipping, and you should feel able to come on here and Just Chill without feeling like you have to put 200% effort into replies and tags ;w; )

[wiverly]

Hi if you are a fanfic writer can you make one where shanks centtic where he is gatps nephew rouger brother ace uncle dragon cousin and what ive said before on my other account on the post with boa and shanks uhm idk i just need a shanks centtic fic may it be on rogership or redhaired pirates he just needs to be loved and apreciated

Heck you can even write a female shanks because there are only two and i love woman okay uhm all in all a one-shots with in each chapter shanks gets loved bc I love him

And uf you are not a writer and a rtidt instead can you maybe draw female shankd for the fanfic im writing I imagining that female shanks wears her hair in traditional viking braids since i think its canon shanks is scandanavian so maybe some viking tattood and ear silver piercing smokey eye and dresses like elisabeth swann like that but with a hint of viking armot or sum

Oh, thank you so much for all the comments here in the question box and under the various posts, as well as the various kudos. I'm really pleased that you like what I post. ❤️

I'll answer everything here, hope it's not a problem for you.

I'm honestly not a fanfiction writer but I was thinking of starting. I already have some work in progress and others planned but it is very complicated for me since english is not my first language. Not only do I have to have the ideas and implement them, but I also have to translate everything. The times are practically biblical and this is also one of the reasons why a lot of time passes between one post and another, ahahahah. I still intend to produce Shanks-centric content, both relating to the Monkey D. family, Rocks D. Xebec, and other characters, even if it's not fanfiction. Also here on my blog you may find image sets and aesthetic moodboards but no drawings, at least not in the near future, sorry. So I hope my follow-up posts go some way to satisfying your desire for more Shanks content, even if I'm not what you asked for.

Thanks again and if you or others would like to write to me again here in the question box I would be really happy, it's always nice to be able to share your passions with others.

P.S. I hope my english didn't suck too much, hahahahah. 😂

[voidselfshipp]

Pacific.Rim f/o's x me Moodboards

Cw: suggestiveness. (Use of the petname "da.ddy" as a reference to herc)in hercs moodboard (ill leave him as the final one) also idk how to tag that so if anyone can help me out its appreciated, also anger issues mention.

Mako Mori

"Having you as my first friend is truly an honor"

"Shut up mako!"

Trope: enemies (ish) to best Friends.

Song: Best Friend by Saweetie Ft. Doja Cat

Stacker Pentecost

"Only you could teach me how to love the Ocean again"

"Why?"

"Because in its ebb and flow I see your love"

Trope: tall brooding and serious x slightly less serious smol.

Song: The Man I Love By Ella Fitzgerald

Charles (Chuck) Hansen

"Thanks for Sticking around for so long, princess, I know I can be hard to deal with sometimes"

"I'll always be there for you,'sides, you've come a long way"

"All thanks to you, luv"

Trope: Bad boy with anger issues x opposite 'goody two shoes' who also has anger issues (And can control them)

Song: Kiss From A Rose, specifically the cover made by Super Guitar Bros

Yancy Becket

"You're always look so beautiful, Raleigh and I might make you the poster girl for Lady Danger"

"First, in your dreams, becket, second you're such a charmer"

"If I sing that one song that reminds you of me Will you do it?"

"Dont. You. Dare...y'know my heart can handle it. Wipe that stupid grin off of your pretty face!"

Trope: Effortlessly charming with a heart of gold x tough looking softie, who gets easily flustered.

Song: Strawberry Blond by Mitski. Alternatively, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor or Dandelions By Ruth B and My Type by Saint Motel

Raleigh Becket

"I honestly have no clue how you can love me sometimes"

"Rals. Youre a blonde haired blue eyed golden retriever of a Man, how couldnt I love you"

Trope:Emotionally constipated Man who hopes to find love and is a golden retriever x trust issues having sunshine

Song: My Type by Saint Motel, Dandelions by Ruth B, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor.

Hermann Gottlieb

"And thats why this calculation should give me the exact result for-- did you understand anything?"

"Nope. But im trying my best only because its you and I love hearing you talk"

"..."

"Hermann?"

"..."

"I think I broke you"

Trope: Awkward but sweet nerd x a little less awkward but sweet nerd (who cant understand math for shit)

Song: Genius, by Labrynth

Newton Geiszler

"Sorry I must be talking your ears off...!"

"Ramble away. You did hear me ramble about kaijus for two hours, besides I love seeing how your mind works"

"Newton you absolute charmer..!"

Or

"Stacker I want that one" said Newton after I listened to him intently about kaijus for an hour and a half.

"Newton you cant just call dibs on people"

"buT I WANT HER!,SHE'S LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED"

Trope: hyperactive adhd nerd x constantly tired (probably also has adhd) nerd.

Song: Mary On A Cross by Ghost

Tendo Choi (Quispe)

"Thanks for teaching me some spanish, doll"

"Of course! Glad to help another latino out"

"Ya wanna know whats my favorite phrase in spanish?"

"Sure!"

"Te Amo~"

"teNDO YOU DORK!"

Trope: friends/co-workers to lovers (who Bond over being/descending from the same continent)

Song: Nunca Me Faltes by Antonio Rios, or Youre The One That I Want from Grease. (Mans loves a classic)

(Quispe is not a cannon last name but I think it fits since hes chinese/peruvian).

Hercules (Herc) Hansen

"Thanks by the way"

"For what?"

"For giving me all the love i didnt know I was missing, and for helping me get closer to my son. I love you"

"I love you too"

Trope: Tough guy who really needs a hug x Tough softie who loves giving hugs

Song: Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, or I Was Made For Loving You by KISS

《♡♡♡♡♡》

-> Only mutuals allowed to rb.

[swordwife]

so I was seeing people making moodboards for their selfship kids and figured it’d be fun to make some! mainly because I want to talk about them but hate drawing.  this one is for my f.ire emblem fankid, elias! 

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

who am i ?

pairing: cyborg!Yoongi x human!girl

genre:  angst, smut, futuristic au

word count: 12.6k  |  reading time: 75 min

summary:  The job of a Personal Assistant is to serve their owner, even if the owner is treating them like shit. Yoongi doesn’t mind being used like that to satisfy the woman’s sexual desires, until her younger sister shows him some decency; treats him like a person; befriends and loves him. 

warnings: I honestly don't know if this is dom or switch yoongi but it's something, virgins, vaginal sex, yoongi's d is big, fingering f.receiving, finger sucking (yes this is a hand kink), biting, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of oral, swearing, fighting, mentions of abuse, a little dubious consent -not by the girl though (yoongi doesn't want it but at the same time he is programmed to want it so idk), mistreatment, objectification, ownership, mean sister?

This story is part of the Personal Assistants series. Each story of the series can be read as a stand-alone, but they all compliment one another.

Masterlist  |  Read on AO3 | Moodboard

What do people usually do on their 20th birthdays? Or, at least, what did people use to do back when the landmark hadn't been defined by the legal age to own a cyborg? It's not the age of consent, it's not the age for drinking, or driving, or becoming an independent adult. Perhaps the 20th had always been kind of irrelevant, which is why the Personal Assistant companies chose that one. Now you can have something to look forward to as you get older.

Well, the people who are actually interested in sex robots and whatnot, that is. Because for someone like Sugar, the 20th birthday remained rather insignificant. Not that she had reached it yet to see for sure; she simply knew that she would never engage in the act of purchasing something like that. For many reasons. The most obvious one being that she could barely afford the tiny apartment she and her sister had to share if she wanted to attend university and buy food at the same time. Personal Assistants and cyborgs and the like were a commodity enjoyed only by the few. In any case, that was how it was back in 2112 when cyborgs were still rather fresh on the market.

Which is why the 18-year-old girl was so surprised when she saw what her sister was looking up on her computer. "A cyborg?" she squealed.

"Obviously," Candy answered while rolling her eyes. "You really thought I wouldn't get one now that I can?" She was scrolling around the options she was given by the website to order. A kind of "build your own" situation, picking out the skin color, the body type, and more.

"Now that you can?" Sugar mumbled with a raised eyebrow. "How? How are you going to afford this? Do you have any idea how-"

"I'm not stupid, Su!" she interrupted, whipping her head around to glare at her for just a second. "I'm not paying this with my own money." Then she looked back at her screen. "How tall do you say I should make him?"

But the younger girl kept gaping at her and the website. "You're gonna make our parents pay for your sex robot?"

Candy groaned, already tired of the conversation. "What do you take me for? Of course not. There are men out there who are more than willing to pay for it, Su. You're just too young to get that."

"What men?"

"Hm, I won't make him too tall," the girl mumbled to herself as she clicked on the 1,74 m. But she wasn't ignoring her little sister. "Men, Su. Idiots who want to give me a birthday gift with the promise that I'll make it look like them."

No matter what Candy thought of her, Sugar was not that young. Just because she didn't like to do the things that heathen was so used to, it didn't mean she was ignorant or innocent. She knew exactly what the woman meant. What she did in her free time, who she was friends with, what her interests revolved around. She knew, and if she didn't pay her any mind, it was because she didn't agree with it.

They may be sisters and both have sweet names, but the similarities between the two girls end there.

She leaned in closer, peaking at the screen out of pure curiosity. "So you're telling me you know someone who looks like a real-life, old anime character?"

Candy snorted, almost amused by the naivety displayed by the girl. "What do you think, halfwit?" Sugar cowered, taking a step back again. "I'm not actually going to make him look like the man, now am I? The guy is ugly, why would I want a sex toy who makes me wanna vomit?" She clicked away on her computer, going back and forth between the different lips she was considering, before choosing the softest looking ones. "What color hair are you thinking?"

The color of her sister's cyborg's hair was the last thing Sugar was occupying her mind with at that moment. But she still shook her head slightly and answered the first thing that she thought of. "Uh, I don't know... Brown?"

"Brown? Gosh, Su, why are you so boring?" She completely disregarded her, looking at the overwhelmingly big library of different colors. "Hm... I think I'm going to go with something mint-like."

Sugar couldn't care less. She didn't care what the cyborg looked like, she was more concerned with what having him around the place would be like. Would he be walking around like he paid rent, too? Or would he be switched off in a corner most of the time? She had never taken the time to consider whether having a personal assistant was like having a roommate, or a pet, a boyfriend, or pretty much the same as an automatic sweeper. Natural, since she would have never guessed she would be in a situation where she would have to find out.

And why did Candy even want one of those? It must have been all the hype, she must have felt like she was falling behind on the trend. It definitely wasn't because she was so lonely or bored she needed someone to keep her company; the girl was too "busy" to make an appearance at her own apartment most of the time.

She turned to leave the room when Candy called her. "Hey, look. What do you think?" she said as she turned the screen towards the younger one to present the image of what her cyborg was looking like so far.

"What's the point of even asking? It's not like you're going to listen to my opinion."

Candy laughed. "Aw, don't be so bitter about this, Su. You know I'd get you one, too... if you weren't still a baby." She was speaking words that sounded like she was sorry, but her smile looked anything but that.

"I don't want a cyborg," Sugar responded with what she wished was strength, but it came out too weak.

Her sister turned back to her computer to make the final touches, dismissing her with a motion of the head. "Good. Remember your words, 'cause I'm not letting you anywhere near mine."

The young girl rolled her eyes as hard as it could go when she finally left the small room and closed the door behind her. At that moment she would tell you that she didn't plan on it, that she didn't want anything to do with Candy's personal assistant. And, well, she wouldn't be lying. She simply couldn't predict her irresistible nosiness when the man was finally delivered to their place. She couldn't help but peek her head around the corner of Candy's room to witness the first time she would turn him on; she wanted to see what a cyborg looked like, what he sounded like, how he acted.

"Sugar, get out!" her sister yelled at her. "I need to be the only one here when he turns on. He needs to recognize me as his owner."

"Relax, I'm not trying to steal him from you," she scoffed. The cyborg was already half out of his box and she could see his side profile. And she ogled. The hair was indeed mint; very bright, too, falling over his forehead. He seemed to have a small, button nose that shined because of his smooth skin, and chubby cheeks. Sugar was actually quite surprised her sister had opted for such a soft-looking personal assistant. Her type usually spanned from men who looked like child abusers to men who looked like they were abused as children.

But no. That cyborg looked very cute.

Candy came all the way to the door to push Sugar's face out of it. "I said get out!"

And so the girl was left alone on the other side of the door. She puffed, considering minding her business for a second before her curiosity got the best of her, and she pressed her ear upon the wood. The sounds all came out muffled, and she couldn't quite figure out if he was on yet. Until she heard her sister giggle. She bit her lip, turning the knob as quietly as she could because she had to see, too! She was dying to see what the mint-haired boy was like when he was "alive".

She opened the door just enough for one eye to fit between the gap and look inside. The man was standing in front of Candy with his head tilted and what looked like a smile on his lips. His chest was moving, like he was breathing, his mouth opening leisurely to say something like he was thinking about it, one hand rubbing his collarbone like he was nervous... Sugar would have never been able to guess that this man wasn't a real human being. Perhaps the only giveaway would be how handsome he was; so handsome she would immediately doubt if he was real at all.

"Hi!" she burst out. Forgetting she was supposed to be spying. Forgetting she wasn't supposed to get so excited over a sex robot her sister had bought.

The man's head immediately whipped in her direction. Two small, brown eyebrows were lifted high, framing his thin, dark eyes that were wide due to the surprise of another voice being heard. His gaze found hers easily and, almost as if he had just seen an old, beloved friend, his whole face erupted in a sparkling grin.

"Hi!" he was quick to reply, matching her energy exactly, his cheeks turning a light pink. Toy-like teeth appearing behind his toy-like lips, a gummy smile that looked like it had been ordered by a kindergartener. "And who are you?"

Sugar gasped loudly. "His voice is so deep." And indeed it was, profound and husky, contrasting his cute appearance altogether. She tried to open the door more, tried to walk further in, when Candy was all over her again.

"Su! I said- get! Out!"

But the girl peered over the other's shoulder, doing her best to maintain the eye-contact. "Oh, I- I'm her sister. Nice to meet you!"

Just as she was shoved back outside, she managed to hear a "nice to meet you, too," before the door slammed in her face. And then was locked. She sighed, shaking her head and walking away. It's not like she had actually expected Candy to share or anything, so it was easy to go back to doing her own thing. Her spirit of inquiry never died out, however. The personal assistant had seemed more like a man than a cyborg -not that she had any source of comparison- and it was intriguing, to say the least. The more the older sister kept him in her bedroom, out of reach, turned off all day long, the more intrigued Sugar was.

"Why do you have him off all the time?" she asked her within the first couple of weeks, trying to catch a glimpse of the man before the door closed. "What's the point of even having him if you don't use him?"

But Candy laughed as she walked towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. "Oh, sweet, little Su. Of course I use him. I just don't invite you for a show every time I do, you know?" she mocked her.

For some reason, her words annoyed her more than usual. And it wasn't the treatment like she was stupid, she was used to that. Nor the reminder that she wasn't allowed to be anywhere near her cyborg. No, it was mostly the image of her with that darling, lovely-looking man. It was just so off-putting. It made her scrunch her nose up in disgust.

"Oh, I forgot my sunglasses," Candy mumbled with her mouth full. Then she looked at her. "Will you get them for me? They're on my desk."

She nodded. And not because she always listened to her older sister and helped her out- even when she was frustrating. But because she wasn't about to turn down a chance to sneak into her room and get another glance of the mint-haired boy. Up-close this time. He was standing by the closet across the desk with his eyes closed like he was sleeping. Sugar grabbed the glasses and dared take a few steps closer.

He was flawless. She couldn't think of any other person that was prettier than this man; not even anyone she could have seen in her dreams. He looked soft and squishy, his hair smooth and skin velvety. She got even closer, close enough to reach out a hand and carefully stroke his cheek. Feel him under her fingertips. Body cold but still so inviting. And she wanted to touch him more, thought about how unfair it was that he was wasted away locked in isolation and silence.

His eyes opened then.

"Ah!" she gasped, pulling away fast. But the man was quick enough to grab her hand.

"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered. As though he knew what was happening was a secret. His voice at such a low frequency it was almost hard to hear.

"I-" Her voice was caught in her throat. How could it not, when his deep eyes were staring straight into hers, only a breath away? "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Su?" Candy yelled from the kitchen.

Sugar bit her lip with force, her eyes threatening to pop off their sockets. And she shushed the personal assistant frantically, motioning for him with her hands and her face to keep quiet, to go back to sleep, whatever. And she ran back out with the sunglasses in her hands. Her sister did give her a side look, clearly for why it had taken her so long, but she didn't say anything. Just grabbed her glasses and was out of the front door.

She sighed in relief when she was left alone because alone was when she felt most at peace. But the moment didn't last too long. Right when she turned back around, she saw a head with mint hair peeking through the bedroom door. Two eyes looking at her, still, like he wasn't sure if he'd get in trouble if he moved. And she didn't know, either. She didn't know what to say, what to do. Should she tell him to go back and switch off again, as her sister would want? Or should she use this opportunity to explore more about this child of technology? And if she chose the latter, how was she even supposed to do that? How exactly are conversations with someone else's sex robot supposed to go?

"Hey," she finally said. Simple, but a good start nevertheless.

The boy blinked at her. "Hey," he mimicked.

And they were back to not knowing what to do. He hadn't moved at all, not to get out nor go back inside, just kept his eyes on her as if he was waiting for orders. Perhaps he was.

"Do you wanna come out?" Sugar whispered then.

He blinked again, his gaze falling on the front door. "Where did Candy go?"

"To her classes."

His posture was immediately fixed, standing up straight and opening the door wider, with nothing to hide, and after giving her a small smile, he walked out towards the living room. It made her realize that she wasn't the only one who was afraid of seeing him because of Candy. She didn't know what she must have told him in order to get him to appear so much more relaxed when she was away, but she was at least happy he was like that in front of her.

"You can sit on the couch if you want to," Sugar told him with a wave of her arm, knowing now what she needed to do: make him feel comfortable. He followed her proposal, sitting at the very edge, looking around. There wasn't anywhere else she could go, and she didn't want to stand over his head, so she decided to take the spot next to him. He didn't seem to mind.

"So, you live here all the time?" he asked her after he had inspected the room enough and he decided to turn his attention back on her.

It was kind of sad, how he had been closed off in that tiny bedroom all this time, so much so that he didn't even know who else lived in the house. It didn't seem to be one of his concerns, however. But then again, he was probably programmed to just follow his owner's orders, not to have his own opinion on things.

When she nodded to his question, he had another one for her. "And your name is Su?"

She chuckled. "No, no... It's Sugar. Candy is just too lazy to speak two whole syllables."

The man laughed. It was a beautiful sound, light and shy, and it seemed to tickle her skin. His cute smile on display again. It made her feel more at ease, too.

"She doesn't like names in general, does she?" he mumbled as his laugh died out slowly. And at that moment she realized she didn't know his name. Well, she knew his industrial name, had seen it on his package when he had first arrived: U-N71. But Candy always called him cyborg, or robot, or something like that.

"What does she call you?" she asked him. He had to have a proper name.

"U," he simply said.

She wasn't sure she got it right. "Yoon?"

"No, just U." His lips pressed together until his mouth had formed a straight line. It looked like he had to smile but didn't want to.

Sugar frowned at the boy. She tried to remember the few times she had heard her sister call him. A few "hey you, switch off," or "You stay in there." And it made her face pale.

"Do you mean Yoo as is the pronoun or the letter of the alphabet?" she asked him.

The boy turned his eyes to the side as he thought about the question, and then just shrugged. He shook his head, too, when the girl was still looking at him for an answer.

She exhaled loudly, not believing her sister's actions. She hadn't given her personal assistant a name! Sure, she didn't actually see him as a person, just a possession, but still, naming your cyborg is common knowledge. Even if you see him as a robot, as a pet, as whatever, how can you not have a name for him? Can you call someone a man, before you can call him a person? And can someone be a person without a name?

"I thought she was calling you Yoon!" she said exasperated enough. "You know, like, because of the first two letters on your industrial name." But no. Not only had Candy not even bothered to come up with a real, human name, she hadn't even bothered to call him by his code.

"Ah," the boy simply said. "Maybe that is what she's doing." Of course he was trying to excuse her, he probably didn't know how to do anything else. But he didn't have to do that in front of her sister; she already knew her better than anyone ever would. Which is why she knew that's not what she was doing. It was so obvious, she should have realized earlier; just because she had seen that code on that package and thought of a name for it, it didn't mean that Candy did the same.

"I actually thought your name was Yoongi," Sugar murmured, more to herself. But the machine-packed being could pick up even the softest words with no problem.

He frowned and then grinned at her. "Yoongi? Why?"

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Isn't that what your code says? U-Ngi?"

And then the boy laughed even harder. She didn't understand what was going on at first, felt like she was being made fun of. But he waved his hands around, almost like he was trying to shoo away any concerns of hers. And then they landed on her lap, trying to hold her. "Those are the numbers seven and one, not the Korean letter 기."

Sugar's whole face burned in embarrassment. "Oh-" How had she made such a mistake? She pulled away, a need to hide from his eyes and his touch overwhelming her. Or hide in general.

"I like it." His voice was low, reassuring. It immediately calmed her down. So she looked at him, and he was giving her a sweet smile. "Yoongi... I like it." The more he spoke, the more the heat all over her face became friendlier. "You should call me that from now on."

That last part of his sentence made her smile. Because it was an implication, a promise even, that the two of them would get to talk more. From then on.

And so it was. Sugar wasn't afraid to switch Yoongi on when she found herself home alone anymore. And it seemed all Yoongi did was wait for those moments, too. The moments he would be allowed to hang around outside the room, the moments he would be able to talk to a friend, moments he would spend with her. In the beginning, Sugar didn't understand why anyone would ever buy something like that, but it was becoming increasingly easier to. Perhaps she couldn't understand it from Candy's point of view -perhaps she never would- but having Yoongi in the house certainly didn't feel weird anymore. It even felt very necessary; someone to be herself around the way she couldn't around her own blood relative.

Candy wasn't using Yoongi that often after a couple more months, probably having gotten used to him already. But that also meant she wasn't as strict when it came to keeping him all to herself. Like she didn't care that much anymore. Sometimes she forgot to turn him off and let him wander. Sometimes she didn't even yell at Sugar for talking to him. And oftentimes she didn't even come back home to see either of them. That didn't mean she was treating him any better (like a person and not an object, for example) but it at least meant that there was more room for the younger girl and the cyborg to exist together, as people, alone.

But the older woman still got mad when she would take note of it.

"Sugar!" she yelled when she walked through the front door one day to find the two of them giggling on the couch. See, they had gotten a little too slack, not even checking the clock to hide away when Candy was supposed to come home. Conversation between the two being so easy that time became an illusion.

Sugar popped up immediately. "We were cooking," she offered the practiced excuse without missing a heartbeat. "I turned him on to help me cook. The food is-"

"He is not a cook, Su!"

Yoongi gulped. "Actually, I can do anything-"

"What have I told you about touching my things?" Candy scolded her sister, not satisfied and completely ignoring the personal assistant. Like he wasn't even in the room.

"Your things?" the girl mumbled. She could feel Yoongi's eyes boring at the back of her head as she took a deep breath. "He's not a thing."

"Whatever." Her sister just rolled her eyes, dropping her bag on the floor in order to take her jacket off. Then she leaned to look at Yoongi, finally acknowledging his presence. "You, go into my room and switch off." The man, still seated, didn't move or say anything right away. He just glanced at Sugar as if he was trying to figure out what to do. "What are you looking at her for? I'm your owner," Candy exclaimed. "Now go."

He didn't dare look up again; just lowered his head and walked into the bedroom. The image alone boiled Sugar's blood. She had gotten used to seeing the man smile, and the grumpy face didn't suit him at all. How Candy had managed to get him to look miserable any time she was around, it all made her head spin with anger.

"I don't understand why you're so obsessed with me not being around him," she spat out, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And I don't understand why you want to be around him in the first place," her sister countered, walking right past her. "He's my sex robot, Su. If I had a vibrator, would you hang out with that, too?"

She gasped. "That's different," she quickly argued. "And you know it!"

"No, I don't see much difference."

It shouldn't surprise her that much; Candy had displayed just how she felt about Yoongi from the very beginning. She liked him, but only as much as she liked her purses, too, for example. And she only treated him right as far as she'd also try to keep her shoes clean.  It wasn't just that she refused to see the humaneness in him, but even when it was there, apparent -in his giggles, his ideas, his shyness, or his relish of the little things- the woman was quick to shut it all out. And if Yoongi seemed to be more humane around Sugar, it was like a reminder to take that away from them.

But Sugar could never see it like that. What her older sister called naivety and immaturity, was simple empathy in her eyes. She couldn't not show humanity to someone who seemed so human. And no, not even the way you would be compassionate to a dog or any other living thing; it was more than that. Sugar liked Yoongi more than she liked her sister. In her eyes, Yoongi was so much more of a person deserving of respect than Candy.

And if everything else about him wasn't enough to prove that, it definitely was enough evidence when he cared about Sugar more than his actual owner. Even though something like that would go directly against his protocol, it was undeniable that Yoongi liked Sugar just as much as she did. Undeniable in the way he always made sure she ate well and was dressed properly before leaving the house. Undeniable in the way he listened to her suggestions more than her sister's orders. In the way he carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch and did things for her without being told to.

Candy couldn't even care enough to notice. She was probably too "busy" again with this and that, or more accurately, him and them, to even realize that Yoongi and Sugar spent so much time together. She probably just thought her personal assistant was off all the time she wasn't there. And she especially didn't care what happened to him when she had visitors over. Usually, she just let him stay in Sugar's room to hide him away, thinking he would be turned off the entire time.

Needless to say, he wasn't.

"He's not her boyfriend," Sugar felt the need to clarify when she noticed Yoongi was keeping quiet, looking around nervously, probably paying attention to the sounds that came from the thin walls of the other bedroom.

"Oh, is he not?" he whispered back.

"No, I mean, they never last more than a month." He hummed in reply and then stayed silent. The conversation, or lack thereof, was awkward. A feeling that was rarely felt between the two of them. But she thought she could understand why he was bashful. "Are you jealous?" she asked.

Yoongi looked at her with wide eyes, not having expected the question. "Why would I be?"

"Because she has a boy over even though she has you."

"No," he answered quickly. Like he didn't need any moment longer to think. "I prefer being here. With you."

His words almost made her choke. They were undisguised and unhesitating. And his stare was just the same. The room suddenly felt too small for both of them, like the air was getting thin or the heat was rising; she wasn't sure what it was. But the fact that they were both sitting there, on one bed, keeping as much distance between them as they were allowed and just looking at each other... It felt peculiar. And she didn't know whether getting closer or farther away would solve the problem.

"I just thought-" she tried mumbling, "-because you were..."

"She is not the one I was thinking about," Yoongi said matter-of-factly. Still staring unblinkingly.

At that moment she realized she had read his stance all wrong; he wasn't shy or uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. Yoongi meant it when he said he preferred being there; he would choose being in that tiny room over anywhere else in the world. The only reason he was being so clammed up was that this was all he was able to think about; how much he liked being there with her. And he was struggling with keeping it to himself.

The mint-haired personal assistant was only thinking about this young girl instead of his master.

"Shouldn't you?" Sugar asked in regards to his response, trying to avoid the implications because she didn't know how to deal with them. "She's your owner, after all."

"Yeah," Yoongi mumbled, breaking eye-contact for the first time in order to fidget. He hummed as he thought about what to say, his voice rumbling at the back of his throat. "But you are, too. In a way."

She frowned. "I'm not."

"You're the one who named me."

Her frown deepened. The notion that Yoongi had perhaps gotten confused as to who exactly he belonged to had never crossed her mind. And that was because it was probably not true. He knew exactly how the situation was; giving him a name didn't change the actual logistics of a personal assistant. No, what he had said was more about who he chose to accept as his owner. Against the rules.

"Can you even have two owners at the same time?" Sugar whispered after she cleared her throat to relieve some of the tension that was building up inside of her. Falling for his words and indulging both of their imaginations for a moment.

Yoongi straightened his back, raising his head to look at her again. He was giving her that straight line smile again, hands still fidgeting with his pants and anything else within reach. "I wouldn't mind serving two people." He said it so low it almost felt like a mishearing. "It's not against any rules."

No, Sugar wasn't lying when she had said that she didn't want a cyborg. And she wasn't lying when she had said she wasn't interested in stealing Yoongi from her sister. But right then, if she tried to say that his words didn't immediately fill her chest with an odd feeling of hope she couldn't recognize, she would be lying.

"Really?" she rasped, her face blank as she stared at the man with her fingers tickling. She had never been so aware of his presence before. So aware of his breath coming out a little ruffled, his bright hair falling over his intense eyes, his exposed neck, his strong arms close to her. The curve of his lips. His whole body.

To put it plainly, she had never felt such a strong urge to kiss him.

"But I can't be yours," Yoongi spoke before she had the chance to sort her running mind and decide to do something stupid. He pressed his lips together and took a deep breath- she couldn't know if it was to control his own thoughts or make the rejection somewhat more bearable. But it did seem like he was speaking as more of a reminder to himself. "Because you need to be 20 or older to have a personal assistant."

"Right," Sugar mouthed, her shoulders slumping and whatever feeling was growing inside of her left her body in the form of a long sigh. "I still have a few months to go for that." About seven to be exact, since it had been almost a year since the man first entered their lives. "So you can't, like, at all? You're not allowed?"

"It is something that is impossible for me to go against."

"Right, of course." She wasn't even sure why she asked. This wasn't her personal assistant, she shouldn't even be asking things like that. "Not that- not that I wanted to- I wasn't asking because I-" Her face was beginning to warm up and it felt like there was nowhere to escape from Yoongi's gaze. He was just staring, waiting to hear what he probably really wanted to, but she would never admit.

The bedroom door next to hers opened, and they heard Candy sending her company off for the night. Sugar didn't even have to say anything for Yoongi to know what he had to do; he rushed to the corner of the room and closed his eyes- she didn't know if he actually switched off or was just acting like it. Two seconds later the door next to him opened without even a knock as a warning. Even though she was expecting it, Sugar still jumped a little as if she had been caught red-handed. As if her sister would be able to read her mind, see her blush, or hear her racing heart as evidence of something that hadn't even happened. Something that she was just guilty of thinking about.

"What are you doing?" she asked her with a gesture. She was just in her underwear, not shy to appear like that in front of her sister.

Sugar bit her lip, looking around to see if she had anything close-by that she could pretend was what she was occupying herself with, but there was nothing. "I was just about to go to sleep," she said then, picking up the covers to lie under. Candy's eyes fell on Yoongi, looking at him as if she was suspicious of something. "Did your friend leave?" Sugar asked to cover the silence and get her mind off.

"Yes. I'm gonna grab him now-" she replied as she took Yoongi by the collar, "-you know, to finish what that useless moron couldn't." She snapped his fingers in front of his closed eyes. "Hey, robot. Wake up." It was almost sad that Yoongi knew when he was being called on even when she wasn't saying his name; he opened his eyes and greeted her. "Come on, let's go." She pulled his collar until he was walking right behind her.

Sugar forced a smile, along with a fake chuckle. "Great. Have fun! Goodnight." Candy didn't bother saying anything back as she left the room, but just as the door was closing Sugar was able to catch a glimpse of Yoongi's eyes over his shoulder. Wide eyes with a frown.

Well, there was nothing she could do about that. Even if he didn't want to leave. Even if she didn't want him to, either. Right after she heard the other bedroom door close, Sugar grabbed her pillow and screamed into it as silently as she could, yet still releasing all the frustration she had. She screamed and cried and howled while punching her pillow and her wall and herself. She hated all of it. The fact that Candy was a straight-up bitch, the fact that Yoongi was a cyborg who had to follow orders, the fact that her sister could do anything she wanted with him and she couldn't even talk to him freely, always whispering, always hiding away. She hated that Yoongi wasn't hers. And she hated that she couldn't control time to make herself 20 years old faster.

Time is ruthless. It never yields to anyone's pleas, no matter how desperate. It always goes by excruciatingly slow, or alarmingly fast; always doing the exact opposite of what you need it to do. Like it's laughing right in your face for wishing the universe to be different. As if someone as small and insignificant as you could ever tempt time itself to do you a favor. But sometimes -just sometimes- external things work so as not to control time, but perhaps make the time you must pass, be at the very least pleasant.

That was the case when Candy found herself an assistantship in a hospital that she had to take if she wanted to graduate. And that took up more or less 10 hours of her day, and it would last 6 months. Which meant, basically, that Sugar and Yoongi could truly enjoy each other's company for the first time. And so time went by a little easier. Everything was a little easier with him by her side.

It still was just a distraction, however. No matter how many movies they watched together, how many meals they cooked, how many games they played, how many cuddles they shared... It was still hard to part in the evening. It still made Sugar roll around her bed in exasperation, unable to sleep, because her man was next door instead of in her arms. Some nights he would be able to escape and he would sneak into her room to see her. And he held her not in the way he wanted to, but in the only way he was allowed to.

And Sugar was just counting down the days for her birthday. She wasn't sure what it would mean, how things would change- if they changed at all. But she could tell Yoongi was counting down the minutes, too, so she thought perhaps that meant something.

There used to be a time when she thought there would be nothing consequential about that day of her life. Yet there she was, waking up with the brightest smiles on her face that one morning. And running to find the man switched off with her hands slightly trembling.

"Good morning, Yoongi," she whispered to him, fingers grazing his cheek. He always looked so good, but for some reason, at that moment he managed to look even better. So much so Sugar was struggling to control her urges, even when she wasn't exactly sure what they were.

"Good morning, my Sugar," Yoongi rasped before he even opened his eyes. When he did, he grinned as if he was beholding your beauty for the very first time.

The girl bit her lip, trying to hide her similar expression, even though there was no need. "It's my birthday today."

Of course, he knew that already. "You turn 20?" He knew that, too, but he still asked like he was trying to believe it, to make sure it wasn't a dream. But Sugar nodded frantically, chuckling a little. "And where's Candy?"

"At work."

Yoongi let out a breath with a hint of a chuckle, nodding a little, as he took a moment to appreciate his eyes wandering all over her. And then he held her face with both hands and crushed his lips on hers. Lips just as soft as she had always imagined. Tongue even softer as it caressed her own. But he didn't stop there, pressing on her in a need to get as close as possible, until she stumbled back and her body was flushed against the wall. She moaned into the kiss, arms traveling up to wrap around his neck, hands grabbing him by the nape and by the hair. And the torture they had both been on for the past year and a half was over. Kissing him like that was all she had ever needed.

"Wait," Sugar said, out of breath, when he released her mouth long enough to kiss down her neck. "Isn't this wrong? Doesn't it go against your protocol?" Because even though she was 20 now, he was still her sister's personal assistant. And personal assistants were supposed to be the most loyal.

"Oh, very much so, yes," Yoongi laughed and went right back to kissing her. Because he couldn't care less. He was able to kiss her and that was all that mattered.

It all became too heated too fast, as he had her pinned on that wall, grabbing her thighs so that she could straddle his waist, his hard-on straining his pants and pressing on her in a way it made her stomach clench. It wasn't even surprising when they had waited for this for so long; neither was interested in taking their time. Before you knew it, he was carrying her to her bedroom and on that bed, undressing her eagerly. Only pausing to admire her semi-naked body under him and the blush on her cheeks.

"Is this your first time?" he asked sweetly, a hand stroking her arm in a reassuring way. Because he needed to know how he should act for her.

"Uh..." Sugar hesitated, not having expected a conversation about it. "I guess it depends on how much we're talking about doing."

"Everything," he stated as he took his t-shirt off with a casual move. He licked his lips, leaning closer to her face to inspect her reaction. "You don't understand how long I've waited for this, Sugar. I'm going to give you everything I can right now."

"Oh," she gulped, squirming a bit around. Not that his words scared her or anything; on the contrary, they turned her on so much. But Yoongi still held her gently, kissing her slow and steadily.

"Don't worry," he whispered against her lips. "Don't be nervous. It's my first time, too."

Sugar pulled away abruptly. "What?" she called out, looking at him with wide eyes.

Yoongi looked at her with his classic smile with his lips pressed together, his chubby cheeks poking out further. He knew exactly why she was confused. With a side look and a sigh, he murmured his explanation. "Candy only uses me for oral."

But that still didn't add up. "What?" How was something like that possible? Sugar had been dying to get her hands on him, dying to do everything her mind could come up with to him. And the girl that had the chance to have him all this time didn't even take full advantage of that privilege? It was so unbelievable it almost hurt her mind to think about it.

And Yoongi shrugged his shoulders a bit, looking down like he was suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "I don't know," he muttered. "I guess it was all she wanted me for? I mean, she did order me with custom-made tongue technology and fingers..." He looked at his hands with a sad expression. Probably thinking that admitting this would make Sugar see him in a lesser way.

But something like that would never happen. She grabbed the hand he was inspecting and brought it close to her face. "Your fingers are very pretty, baby," she whispered, reassuring him that she liked him just how he was built. She pressed a kiss on his knuckles before she made eye-contact and slipped his index and middle fingers in her mouth.

Yoongi gasped at the feeling. "Oh, that feels nice." He pushed them further in, letting her wet them and suck on them earnestly, as he made quick work of ribbing her panties. Sugar's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she moaned around his digits when she felt his free hand land on her center. Rubbing her hard. Getting right to the point.

She released him from her mouth with a pop and Yoongi immediately brought that hand down, too, helping with the slick to slip on her clit more easily. He watched her face contort with pleasure, seemingly not being able to get enough. He still couldn't believe that it was her moaning his name under him instead of his owner. Of all the times he was thinking about this exact thing, he could have never guessed it would be so amazing.

"Sugar, tell me what you want," he asked then. Still needing orders to function properly. "Do you want my fingers? My mouth? What do you want me to do for you?"

The girl whined, her body arching to grind on his touch, legs trembling a little. "I want to do whatever you want, baby," she moaned. With some effort, she managed to focus her eyes on his and she kissed him deeply, almost getting lost like that again. Then she pulled away to take a breath. "I don't want you to work for just my pleasure, Yoongi. What do you want to do?"

He stopped. And for a second she thought she had said something wrong. But then he grabbed her face with both hands to swallow her lips up as he moaned in the kiss. "I want to fuck you," he admitted with a whine. "I want to fuck you so hard, but I'm scared of hurting you."

She was quick to shake her head. "No, no, please," she whined, griding once again up to him and this time pressing her naked pussy on his clothed boner. "Please do it for me."

His hand flew to his crotch, grabbing himself through his sweatpants. And he was ready to free his cock and plunge it straight into her, when he drew back all of a sudden. "Oh, shit, I forgot-" he cursed. His fingers found her core again, and with just a hint of hesitation, he pushed one past her folds. His hand shook a bit as he started to thrust in and out of her as if he wasn't sure he was doing it right. Sure, he was literally made for this, but something was messing with his head and he wasn't acting out of some premeditated directions. All he knew right then was how much he wanted to feel those hot, wet walls of hers engulf his dick entirely, and he barely even noticed anything else that was going on.

But those fingers were just as good as they looked; they had Sugar gasping for air in such little time, even she couldn't get herself to the edge so fast during all those times she had tried to alleviate the need for this mint-haired man on her own. "Yoongi! Yoongi!" she was whining, again and again, trying to get his attention since he seemed to have fallen into a trance. She bit down on his neck, hard enough to get him to shout. "Please, Yoongi, no more of that. Just fuck me already. Please, I've already waited for so long."

He frowned at her, his fingers drilling deeper inside her, causing her mouth to drop open. "I need to stretch you out, little one," he explained in a low tone. "This is your first time and I'm nothing easy to handle."

But she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She bit down his shoulder this time, making him hiss until he had to pull her hair to get her off him. "I said fuck me right now!" she demanded.

Yoongi's gaze turned darker. "Fine," he budged, clearly unable to say no to her. Retrieving his fingers and his whole body, he pushed his sweatpants down until his dick was revealed. And that's when Sugar realized what he meant; it wasn't too long but it was definitely very thick, with a big head that was fuming pink and dripping. "Is this what you want?" he asked with a smirk when he noticed her stunned reaction.

But she nodded immediately, licking her lips. It didn't scare her one bit. In fact, it made her stomach clench harder, her pussy walls pulsing around nothing. "Yes, please."

Yoongi chuckled. He pinned her legs away, making room for him to settle right in front of her entrance more comfortably. "Alright. You should tell me if it hurts." And then he slowly pushed his tip inside.

Sugar was already moaning, but he could tell by her heartbeat that it was only from pleasure. He paused, letting her get used to his girth, no matter how much he just wanted to start thrusting already. Then he offered up his fingers to her mouth again, letting her suck on them and taste herself to hush her a bit as he gradually dipped further in. And he worried about what she was thinking of when he manage to bottom out, when she was crying around his fingers.

"God," she whined and Yoongi was ready to pull out and hold her softly. "Oh, God, it feels so good."

"Does it hurt?"

"Only a little." Her body squirmed beneath him. "Please move."

But when he did, she was screaming again, and he halted. "Are you okay? Do you want to stop?"

"No!" she groaned, moving her body around to try and get some friction. "No, stop stopping! It's worse when you're not moving."

"Ah..." Yoongi breathed. But he followed her words like orders; giving her swallow thrusts at first, slowly, and then picking up the pace when her sobs began to sound less like pain and more like a thrill. After that, it was hard to tell exactly what he was doing, completely lost in the feeling. Sugar was sucking on his fingers again and all he could think about was how he couldn't wait to fuck her mouth next. After making her cum as many times as she asked for, of course.

Which were a lot. The girl couldn't have enough of his dick inside her, already addicted from the first time he rubbed her just the right way to make her building orgasm snap, gushing her juices all around him. Which they both agreed was the best feeling ever. If he pressed a hand on her belly he could feel just what spot he was hitting inside of her, and it had him cursing under his breath. Still unable to believe he was fucking this girl just like he wanted to.

He turned her around without a warning. Had her on her knees and elbows as he stroked her ass with a smirk. "You like my dick inside you, little one?" he asked.

"So much," Sugar moaned, pushing back on him because she already missed him.

Yoongi smacked her right asscheek sharply, making her gasp, her heartbeat instantly picking up, betraying how much she liked the feeling. It made him smirk. "Do you want to feel more of it?"

And she nodded fast. "Yes! Yes, give it to me." Her voice was straining with want. He spanked her once more before he thrust back into her, hitting spots he couldn't before, making her scream out and hold onto the bedframe. The new position not only allowed Yoongi to drive deeper inside her but also gave him the freedom to move faster. He fucked her like that until her arms and legs were too weak to hold her weight. Then he fucked her some more while she just lay there. And when the hours had passed and he had made sure she was completely satisfied, he asked for permission to finish in her mouth.

Such a sweet mouth. He loved seeing it covered in his cum.

"Happy birthday, baby," he told her when he cuddled into her, for as long as they had left.

It didn't matter how long they had left, though. It felt like they had all the time in the world from then on. They could enjoy each other to their fullest every day, any time they were alone. She could ride him on the couch while they were supposed to be watching a movie. He could fuck her in the shower or on the kitchen counter when she tried to do anything other than giving him attention. She could sit on his face after a tiring day. He could spank her when she was acting bratty.

All in secret. All hurriedly, only at specific times, against all the rules.

Candy didn't notice anything different. Not even when she was done with work and spent more hours at home. She never noticed how they stole quick kisses when she wasn't looking, or how Yoongi sneaked out of her room to go sleep in Sugar's arms. She still used him every now and then, pretty rarely at that point, and the man would always go find Sugar afterward with a pout. Begging to hold her tight because he didn't want her sister to be the last thing on him before he switches off for the night.

"She may be the owner of my body, but I hope you know that you're the owner of my heart," he told her, again and again. And she knew.

Perhaps Candy hadn't noticed what exactly had changed, but she had definitely realized things weren't the same anymore. And for that, she took it out on everyone, since she couldn't pinpoint what was bothering her. She was meaner to Sugar, treated Yoongi even more like he barely existed enough to be able to hear her, and even unsuspecting passerbys of her life got to struggle with her unstable moods. Sometimes she disappeared for days on end; sometimes she didn't leave her room at all.

But the moment it all crossed a line for Sugar was the day she got back from her classes to find the house quiet.

"Candy?" she asked first, like she always did, to check the territory. But she had no response. "Yoon- Yoongi, oh my god!" she exclaimed when she saw the cyborg on the floor of her sister's room. She ran to him, dropping to her knees right in front of him to look better at his injured face dripping blood. "Are you okay?" she shrieked, holding his head strongly, trying to assess the damage. "What happened? Did Candy do this to you?"

Yoongi groaned, trying to escape her hold, trying to look away in order to hide his wound. "It's fine," he rasped, a hand wrapping around her wrist.

That just meant she was right. It made her shake from anger; anger at her sister for laying a hand on this man, anger at Yoongi for still defending her, anger at herself for being away and allowing something like that to happen. But she couldn't understand why. Sure, Candy had never displayed proper handling of her personal assistant, but hitting him seemed like an extreme, even for her. She never even hit Sugar. But perhaps that was because she saw her as a human being.

"Why did she do this? Did she find out about us?"

Yoongi shook his head, his face scrunching up as he still tried to hide away from her gaze and her care. "No, no..." he explained. "She didn't mean to, it was an accident."

"What accident?" Sugar wasn't believing him. "Where is she now then?"

"She just wasn't in a good mood and I- I made a mistake, it was my fault. I'm sure she didn't want to really do this."

But she still wasn't buying it. There was no way it was his fault. "What mistake?" What could he possibly have done to warrant this kind of behavior? She was certain it was all bullshit.

But Yoongi still shook his head. "It's fine, Sugar. You know cyborgs don't feel pain."

"Oh, shut up."

She took care of him, physically and mentally. Because maybe the bloody nose and couple of bruises weren't something too big to fuss over, but the trauma of your owner being violent to you had to be. And it was Sugar's job to fix that. It was her job to hold him close and remind him how loved he was. How great he was. How he was the best thing in her life.

The sister didn't show up for days again. Perhaps because she knew she would get a serious scolding if she did. Or perhaps that didn't even cross her mind, she was just busy doing her own thing. That seemed more likely; hurting Yoongi had probably never even occurred to her was wrong.

"What the hell, Candy?" Sugar yelled at her when she found her on her computer again one day. "Where the hell have you been?"

The woman didn't even bother looking up. "What do you care?"

The girl growled under her breath. "What did you do to your personal assistant, huh?" Yoongi was switched off, in the corner. "You know you can't hit him."

Candy rolled her eyes, groaning in irritation. "What is your issue here, Su? He's mine, I can do whatever I want with him."

"No!" she cried. "That's not-"

"He's too old, anyway," she interrupted. "He barely even works properly anymore."

The words made Sugar stammer, blinking at the older woman while she tried to wrap her head around what she had just heard. "What? What do you mean by old? He's not even 3 yet."

"Su!" she called out louder, as though the volume of her voice would get her to understand better her pointless view. "He is such an old model, I think I need to get a new one."

Sugar just gaped at her. Truly, at that point, how could she still get shocked by her sister's behavior? Wasn't it obvious enough already that she only viewed Yoongi as a device? A gadget that was in fashion before, but the trend had already evolved. And so Candy had no use of him anymore.

"You're-" the girl gulped, still trying to control herself and understand what was happening, as her hands trembled in the effort. "You're telling me you'll buy a new personal assistant?"

With just a quick move, that website was pulled at the front of the screen then. She had already been looking around. "Well, I have to. Don't I?"

"And what about the one you already have?"

She just shrugged her shoulders casually. "I guess I'll throw him away."

Sugar jumped. "What? No! You can't do that!"

But the sister just waved her arm around, annoyed. "Ah, Su! I already told you, he doesn't even work right. I might be able to get some money out of him, but I don't know."

"Candy, you can't!" she kept yelling.

And she kept ignoring her. "Do you think he can be recycled?"

The word hit her like a punch in the stomach. Frantic, she grabbed her by the shoulder to turn her abruptly around and demand her attention. "God damnit, Candy! You- you can't just throw him away. He is not a thing that you can just get rid of. He is not your fucking vibrator and you can just get a new one when you're bored. He is a human being! I mean- I mean not exactly, but he is a person. And if you want to get another one so bad, fine, do it. But just let Yoongi stay. Don't fucking throw him away like he's nothing. Let me have him. If you don't want him anymore, I can have him!"

Sugar was left panting, glaring at an open-mouth Candy. The longer she stayed silent, however, the more she regretted her words, knowing instantly that blowing up on her was a mistake that would soon haunt her. She could tell just by the way her sister's eyes narrowed like she was killing her in her mind.

"Who?" she finally said in a high-pitched voice. "Yoongi who, bitch? You named him?"

Of course. Came back to bite her right away. Sugar stuttered, not sure how to fix that mistake. "I-"

"You fucking bitch," Candy said with a sinister laugh. "I knew it. I knew you liked that fucking cyborg."

Her eyes ran to the man in question, wishing he could help her. But he would probably be unable to go against his owner, anyway. "No, I- I don't like him," she tried to lie. "It's just that-"

"No, because you're always all over my stuff!" Candy ranted. "You just want what's mine, Su, you always have. And you can't mind your own fucking business for once."

"I don't want your stuff! He's not stuff, that's what I'm trying to-"

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You don't give a fuck about cyborgs. You're just jealous he's mine and not yours and you're trying to get back at me."

Sugar's whole body was vibrating. "No, you fucking bitch! I don't want your stuff. Go ahead and get a new fucking cyborg if you want to. I want Yoongi, okay? Just don't throw Yoongi away."

She laughed in her face. "And what? Let you fuck my sex robot? I don't think so!"

"Too late for that!"

She knew she shouldn't have said it. It really had slipped her mouth before she even realized what she had done. But it certainly worked; it made Candy shut up completely. Though it also made Sugar fear for her life. Hers and Yoongi's. The woman was just staring at her, obviously trying to grasp the extent of the younger's words. When had it happened? How long had it been happening for? Exactly how much had her own sister and her personal assistant been mocking her, deceiving her, backstabbing her?

Without another word and just a death glare on her face, Candy picked up her phone to type away. Which confused Sugar at first.

"Wha- what are you doing?"

But then she started talking to whoever was on the other side of the line. "Hey, what's up? Yeah, so, remember the personal assistant I was telling you about? Could you come to get him, like, tomorrow, maybe? Yeah? Cool, thanks, dude. See you."

She was stunned. She couldn't, no, she refused to believe what was happening. Even though she knew very well that Candy was capable of the absolute worst, she held on to that single shred of hope that this was all a joke. A sick gag to mess with her. Shaking her head, begging of her.

But her sister just gave her a smug look. A look of revenge. "Best case scenario he gets reset and sent into a brothel," she taunted. "Maybe then you can visit him sometime."

There were so many feelings running through Sugar at that moment, that her mind couldn't decide which to display. And so she froze. She wanted to scream, cry, fight, murder. She ended up doing the second one; closing herself off in her bedroom and sobbing until it was hurting her chest and she thought she would die of heartache. She didn't know what else to do, she didn't know how to fix this. Candy was staying next to Yoongi like she was guarding him, and in less than 24 hours she would give him up to his end. And even if Sugar wanted to find a way to save him -run away with him, change Candy's mind, set him free somehow- there didn't seem to be a plan that could work properly.

Or at least a plan with no faults.

It was when the sky had started to get a dull blue, a little bright, at around 5 am that morning after Sugar had spent all night weeping, and thinking, and failing, when she reached a point that there was nothing left inside of her to get out. An expressionless face, an almost apathy to whatever was going to happen next. She opened her sister's door, quiet as a mouse, pulling Yoongi out successfully without waking her up. And she didn't hesitate to steal him, get him in the other's car to drive him as far away as she could get before the sun was totally up and there was no more foggy twilight to conceal them in their illicit activity.

But she knew very well that she couldn't just keep going, forever. Not when Yoongi was still Candy's personal assistant. He would always go back for his owner- he was unable to do otherwise.

They stopped under a tiny bridge in the middle of a field. He was a little confused as to why, but Sugar made him get out. She avoided his eyes in fear of breaking her strong facade in front of him and giving her plan away.

"So, what happens now?" he asked and she couldn't ignore him.

She was looking down at their feet, fidgetting around as she cleared her throat to try and sound more certain about what she was about to say. "I'll let you go. You will leave now, I'm sure you'll be able to survive on your own. You are a very capable guy." All of that was true.

Yoongi was trying to catch her eyes, her off-beat heart making him wonder whether she was acting like that because she was nervous or because of some other reason. "What about Candy?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'll just tell her you heard our conversation and escaped. She might not believe me- she probably won't. But you don't have to worry about that, I'll be alright." She couldn't help but glance at him. But the way he was looking at her, with that frown and that pout, made the situation that much more difficult. So she turned away, wanting to get back into that car. "But-" she added, "-you have to stay away. You have to promise me you will never come back."

They both knew that was impossible. Which was the first thing that made him suspect her.

"Will I be able to see you again?" he asked, still trying to figure out where this was going.

He heard a sob caught in the back of her throat, but when she looked up she had a smile on her lips. A clearly fake one. "Maybe not right away. You know, until things die down we shouldn't risk it. But later, perhaps, we can find a way to meet in secret."

It was the second thing that tipped him off. When Sugar kissed him, seemingly as a form of goodbye, and he felt her hands sneak up on parts of his body she had never touched, he knew immediately what she was up to. He pulled her back, holding her at arm's length. "What are you doing?"

"I- I have to," she sobbed at him.

"No!" he yelled the way he never had. "No! Sugar, you can't do this."

"I didn't want to either-"

"I won't let you!" He was panicking, holding her back as she was fighting to get close to him again.

"Yoongi, it's the only way!" she cried. "It's the only way for you to be free."

"No, I don't want to forget you," he cried, too. His hold on her arms intensifying, his fingers pressing on her flesh hard enough to bruise. Like he was too scared she would slip right through them. And she would. "I refuse to forget you," he mumbled, the words coming out drowsy as he watched the tears race down her cheeks.

Unbeknownst to him, his reset had already started.

Sugar was finding it so hard to find the words to speak as she felt his grip loosen, noticed his eyes unfocusing. "It's going to be alright, Yoongi," she murmured, a hand caressing his cheek and petting his hair. "You won't even remember this pain in a bit, baby, you will be just fine."

"No..." It was getting harder and harder for him to form a sentence.

And Sugar kept on sobbing. "I love you so much, Yoongi." And when she kissed him again, he was so far gone already, his lips barely worked against hers. But he still managed to whisper his last words.

"I refuse... I refuse to forget you..."

And with that, he was off. His eyes closed, his breath halted, his whole memory erased. His torture had ended and now only remained Sugar's. Her knees buckled and she found herself on the ground, the chest pain returning right away as she howled out her sorrow. As the image of a vacant Yoongi in front of her made her unable to stop wailing. And she cried, harder and harder, feeling her stomach tighten and ready to throw up. She didn't want to leave. She didn't even have the strength to get up. But the personal assistant had already begun to turn on -with his factory settings- and she needed to get away before that happened.

She didn't know how a cyborg would act and survive in a situation like that; the whole purpose of their existence was to serve someone. So what would Yoongi do when there was no one to serve? She could only hope that it would work out for him. Having no owner had to at least be better than having Candy as one.

So Yoongi had to wake up with no one around. No one to be his owner. Perhaps then he could belong to himself.

So she got in the car and drove away, hardly able to see in front of her due to the tears clouding her eyes. And she still wept over the wheel, her heart feeling like it was about to bust. She paused farther away, on top of a hill, since she couldn't help but look back. One last time.

The mint-haired boy had opened his eyes and was looking around, obviously confused, with a black cat rubbing against his legs.

At least he had company. Sugar went back home with no hopes of ever seeing him again. She endured her sister's wrath for days, but nothing could hurt her anymore. And nothing could be done. Yoongi was gone forever, completely impossible for them to find him or for him to find them. And the only thing that consoled her and got her through the next days, and months, and years, was the hope that he was better off.

Sugar was the only one who got the short end of the stick. Because even years later she couldn't forget, and she couldn't recover, and she couldn't move on. She kept looking for him, even though she had no idea where in the world he might be, with whom, or what his name even was at that point. The only information she had on him was his mint hair- if that hadn't changed yet. Her heart always skipped a beat whenever she saw someone with hair like that. But it was never him.

Well, not exactly never. It had been almost five years when she saw a mint-haired boy, and with a better look, she recognized Yoongi's chubby cheeks and gummy smile. And two seconds later he was lost in the crowd again.

Sugar nearly lost him as she was frozen, unable to believe what she had just seen. But thankfully her legs started working before the bus doors closed and she managed to get on. Only a few steps away from him. He clearly didn't remember her -and how could he- paying her no mind and not even noticing someone was staring at him. And she didn't know what to do. She couldn't just go up to him; what would she even say? No, she just wanted to look at him a little longer. Happy to see he appeared in good shape. Healthy and content, like he never was while he was her sister's toy.

He had his lips pressed together in a line, and the familiar expression brought tears into her eyes. She wanted to hold him, and kiss him, and talk to him so bad. But she was just a stranger to him.

Yoongi got off the bus, and Sugar followed. And then he got into a hotel, but she stayed back. The sign stated that it was a "Personal Assistant friendly" hotel, so she had to assume he was staying there. Which meant he had no house to live in. Which meant he had no owner. Maybe it should make her feel a bit guilty, but knowing that he was existing on his own only made her happier.

She went to that hotel every day, for weeks. She never got in. What would she do, ask the receptionist for a mint-haired cyborg? They would just throw her out, and with good reason. But she was able to catch a glimpse of him every now and then when he walked in and out, and it was enough for her. Knowing where he was, knowing he was alright, and even seeing his cute face just a little was more than enough to get her through her days. Even days that were terrible, days that it was bitterly cold or pouring outside and she had to wait in front of the entrance for hours to see him.

"Excuse me?"

Sugar froze. Stunned as she recognized the low, coarse voice coming from behind her. Her eyes widened to their fullest, she didn't know if she would pass out from fear or thrill, but she was definitely going to.

"Can I help you?" Yoongi pressed on, taking a step closer to her.

"Ah, n-no..."

"Come inside, you're getting wet," he mumbled, one hand pressing on her back to guide her in the building. And she jumped at the contact, but let him bring her with him. "Do you need a room?" he asked when the two of them were in the comfort and warmth of the small lobby. Just a few lights on and no one around but a chunky, black cat that was sleeping and purring on the front desk.

She shook her head, her voice still struggling to come out right. The cyborg raised an eyebrow, then casually walked behind the counter.

"I've seen you outside quite a lot," he told her. "Is there someone you're looking for here?"

Sugar gulped. "You- you've seen me? No, I..."

"Did you lose your personal assistant and think they might be here?"

She was quick to shake her head. "No! I don't have one of those!"

And he frowned at her, almost offended. "Alright. No need to say it like that." Unaware she actually meant she could never have anyone other than him.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, tilting her head as she watched him, seated on that desk. "Do you work here?"

"I own the place."

The words made her heart flutter; the side of her lips twitch. She couldn't be more proud of him and how far he had come, from being a cyborg belonging to others, to an independent person with a business. And the verb that he had chosen... Yes, she was so proud Yoongi owned something instead of the other way around.

"Oh," she rasped, another sob caught in her throat. "That's very impressive, Mr..."

"Suga."

That broke her even further. Completely dazed, she blinked at him. "What?" she mouthed. Had he just said what she thought he had?

But the man spoke even clearer. "My name is Suga."

Her head was spinning, unable to wrap around his words. And her fingers and toes tickled as she got goosebumps all over her skin, her legs feeling weak all of a sudden. Her eyes filled with tears instantly.

"That's- that's a nice name," she choked out. And she wanted to cry but she did her best to stay composed in front of him. "Did someone give it to you?"

The mint-haired boy frowned again, pouting a little, too. "No, I named myself. Why?"

He couldn't possibly know why, but she did. She knew why he had chosen that name. Why it couldn't have been a coincidence that it was probably the first thing he thought about when he woke up. Why it filled her heart and chest with a loud, unknown emotion, and she couldn't stop the tears streaming down her face anymore. Why it felt like her agony was finally over.

Because he had truly refused to forget her.

[laissez-fire-oh]

CUPCAKEEEEE! I LOVE THOSE PENDANTS they are so cute 😭❤

Also, thank you for the game. I love them all. Can I please ask for an fs reading? (Its in one of your celebration games) <3

The rules in that game stated that we have to write a few lines for your fs and send you a few pictures which represent us -

Your future spouse might ask for your opinion a lot. It's simply because they'll find you more creative than them. They can stress or worry a lot sometimes. Another thing which I am seeing here is that they like listening to you talk and following you. 😭 aww this is cute. Following you as in, "I'll go where she goes". But not in a pushy way. Your person is religious. They strongly stand on their ground and do what feels right. They might like studying history too. They are honest. Truthfulness is important to them. So much so that they can even be a lawyer or maybe do a government job. Someone who follows rules and laws because they know how essential they are. They are affluent. They know what they are talking about because their social skills combined with their confidence and determination is absolutely amazing. They know what they are doing. Your future spouse also thinks quite a lot. They listen to their heart when they need to learn more about themselves or get in touch with their emotions. Not a very materialistic behaviour but someone who is hardworking. Your person might love to cuddle while sleeping :"3

A song that I channeled for you -

Okay that's all I am getting for now bsbnssj. Now onto the ask. I tried making a moodboard which I think might represent me somehow -

Please take as much time as you need with this and honestly, ignore it if it's too much. Take care of yourself and your energy and stay hydrated. Ilysm. Byeii ❤

Pumpkin omg this 😭😭 thank you sm for the exchange, I am sorry I made a bit of a mess and had you also work for me 😭💔 Btw I love him already🥺 lol. I got also in other readings and pacs that he may be honest, thoughtful, affluent and be good with communication and hardworking, skilled and determined soo huge confirmations luv! Thanks! Cuddly when sleepy ngl I kinda felt someone hugging me the other night and it was cozy<3 I wasn't scared even if I probably should have? Lol Idk. But this too is a confirmation, I got in pacs they like to hug and I am gonna be okay with that ofc! Also following me and asking me for opinions aww 🥺 soo sweet ❤ they will have to teach me history tbh cause I am generally pretty bad at it haha! But thanks love, also the song (James Arthur 💕) is soo lovely😭 I can't find any other words, sorry but thank you sm for this, for your time and energy!! ❤❤🍩🧁🫖

Now, to you. Gonna try to give you an insight, cause I got the same guy (brown hair and tan, a very light beard, the amazing jawline and smile, kinda tall) and probably your second date together.

It may be summer cause I see them wearing a white shirt, rolled up sleeves to the elbow, and probably shorts or trousers, not sure if dark or light tbh. They have sunglasses on (they are removing them though) and are smiling at you, cheering you. They were waiting for you - maybe you reached for them somewhere? You are meeting near the sea, it is a very lovely day. I see flowers, I think they bought you some or you are wearing a dress with some flowers on. They want to walk and talk, you both feel more relaxed, like if you were both more sure abt yourselves. I think your talk is gonna last long cause I see you two also at night, and he is kinda blushing in the dark, soo sweet! He may confess to you (I thought about them asking to marry you but the mood seems different tbh, still cute though🥺).

You were probably walking on a jetty btw, I also see some paitings so maybe there was an exhibition, and he invited you cause he knows you like them or maybe he was involved? I think half and half.

They might have been also some time away from you, so yeah maybe they travelled for work but you still kept in touch and now you reached for them. I think they felt your first meeting wasn't very good cause he was anxious and probably you too, so he wanted to make a better impression this time. I think you are gonna have fun but also talk about important things to each other. I got a few songs that guided me and goodies as well. Oh! I got libra and sagittarius as signs, and also moon, but I take it more as a confirmation for the night time than related to the sag sign (I got sag right after moon tbh). I also got they might be foreign, but it could be also that they trabel abroad for work.

They may feel like you don't like them much or scared that you will or have found someone else while being away tbh. Thete might also be a trip by car involved, but I cannot see it, sorry 🥺

But I got this song, so... 😅 yeah maybe they wait for your reply to their confession.

Hope you liked luv, please take care and stay hydrated❤❤

[thebigoblin]

K, L, and M!

Hiii!!! *flails because WOW hello greatest moodboard creator I've ever seen*

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Dammn going right for it with the first question huh?

Okay, I have 3 answers for you - one is written and posted already, and 2 are only ideas in my brain as of now.

1. It's a Katana

Okay, so this is one my older works (I say old, but it's like, 5 months old ajjsjsjskabsb, but to be fair, I think I've become a better writer since than???) and I absolutely love it!! It also just got a comment on it but before answering that amazing human back I gotta reread the fic lmao 😂😂 BUT to answer this particular question, this is the angstiest idea because this features Void!Stiles, and Derek feels and some pack feels?? Ig. I don't really remember. But I remember thinking this was pretty angsty, so....

2. The prompt fic I am working on for @ilovepeachystuff. (I'm sorry Ik it's been 2 months 😭 but I WILL get around to writing this!!!) So, this fic is about Stiles and his self-worth issues, with nods to his mom's death and some other childhood stuff that's made him feel like people don't listen to him. I promise it has a happy ending tho!! Working title is Listen.

3. This is a Petopher fic idea!!! I was inspired by Blank Space by Taylor Swift. I want to write this fic for @tw-songevent but idk if I'll finish it tho. So, basically, the idea is that Peter is a playboy who meets Chris and makes Chris fall for him. BUT. In doing so he falls for Chris too, which was not in the plan. It's supposed to be very angsty, Chris falls in love first and when he finally gives into that feeling, he learns about Peter's plan. And then, when Peter is out of Chris' life (and Allison's... this is a human au where Chris just got divorced from Victoria), Peter realizes that he has fallen in love. The ending is supposed to be Chris being like, Allison needs stability, and Peter has been in both their lives enough that she sees him as a permanent fixture in her life, so the two of them remain sorta friends. But in the ending, Chris finally gives in to the idea of actually dating Peter. (I'm sorry if it sounds confusing but it's all very clear in my head! Lol)

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

WHY YOU GOTTA COME AT ME LIKE THIS!!!

Okay so firstly: Sorry for yelling at you 😂 and second: maybe twice? Like, when I write, I usually go back over the lines a few times before proceeding further. So that's one. Then when I go to post them to ao3, I try and read through the whole thing at once, catch any mistakes if I can. That's two. Ik it's not much, but hey, fic writing is for funnn so *shrugs* (also can someone tell my brain I write fics for fun?? It can have errors, damnit! It doesn't have to be perfect 😭)

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Ooh, ooh, ooh!! I can't share what it is, but one fic is being written for my Sterek Secret Santa Giftee and I love what I have written so far! Hmm, then, the prompt one for @ilovepeachystuff, and then another prompt, this one for @deepestbelieverstranger. She asked for Sterek leaving together after Monroe, so that's what it is. I'll share a few lines from it!

Stiles shakes his head, winces when the action pulls at his neck; Monroe had her men throw him and Lydia in a too tight cell, the only point of comfort the steady presence of Lydia beside him, and the ever dimming hope of a rescue from Scott and the others.

Derek comes closer, the way he's been doing since Stiles cleared his name with the FBI. Rough, yet gentle hands bring warmth to his neck, take away the pain. Stiles breathes out in relief.

Scott hadn't come. Not to rescue them, at least. Wrapped up in his quest to save everyone, Scott had done what he thought he needed to do, unthinking of what losing Stiles and Lydia would mean in that very quest. Scott might be the True Alpha, but he is not the one leading everyone. So, essentially, Scott hadn't come. Not for them. But someone else had.

Derek and Parrish, an unlikely duo; one a savage beast, and the other the stuff of nightmares to the savage beast. And yet.

I do not have a title for this yet, and I haven't written much more in this one, but I hope I can soon!!

[khaleesiofalicante]

Yay I'm here!!

I missed a couple of hours, cause guess what?? I finally cut my hair!! Lexi's style!!! I'm so happy!! 😆It feels so good (although I had to take a shower cause returning home it started raining and I got all wet) anyways, lets dive into the pain:

Alec scaring the living hell out of David never gets old 😂

"But real strength was not in surviving the presence of pain. Real strength was in suviving the absence of love." Could David stop being perfect? Me heart cant handle it🥺

Someone among them!!! Shit.

The seelie queen was assassinated??? Wow

"David had to admit, he looked damn good with it." I shouldnt be laughing😂😂

Yessss. David is so precious I cant-

"It hurt David so much that he couldn’t give that to his boyfriend." My baby... 🥺🥺

“I’d like to take care of the New York institute,” David said now. “Because Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild took care of me.” (I leigh screamed. Please... I love him so much its not healthy...)

This conversation is giving me 5 more years of life 💙💙

"The memory hurt. But not for long. It was replaced by another man. A man with golden eyes." I may have teared up a little bit 🥺🥺

"David hadn’t known love can literally change the world – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood changing the world for the man he loved." jdhehwlb THISSS. Like, he WILL be remember like this!!!

"All I ever wanted was to be like you.” I'm literally speachless...

“To be entirely honest, I did all of that for Magnus.”😂 And we love you for that Alec!!!

THAT QUOTE!! I REMEMBER THAT QUOTE!! (the one about being a hero) I even have it on my notes cause I loved it 😂

Now that I'm analyzing it... This doesnt give a good vibe... "He wanted to be the one the hero went to hell for"... Maybe.... You know what?? I'm not going to think more cause I'll get worried

“What’s that?” the Consul frowned, pointing at his neck. By the angel! David was going to have words with Max when he saw him again. “Uh,” David said. “Mosquito bite.”  (lmaoo😂😂 David, he is the inventor of bad excuses that have to do with necks!!! Thats not going to work!!)

"I came to check on how you were doing.” tysm for reminding me my love for Simon💙

Ok, but they are so right!!

OH gods!!! He noticed the hickey!! 😂😂

“But I have been to hell - and I know it’s real,” Simon Lovelace said, his eyes cold. “And when we find out who hurt my family, I will send them there myself.” (Dark!Simon has so much potential, just imagine!!)

Wuuu, second pov!!

“I did have a latte,” her mother said with a straight face. Georgia didn’t find that funny. (Sorry for laughing...)

I relate to Selena on a spiritual level

"She wondered if all siblings were like that – where one was the sun and the other was the moon." I LOVED THAT COMPARISON!

Maryse??!! OMG. That scene was so heartbreaking but beautiful!🥺 Like... The comfort Maryse gave Izzy just warms my heart 💙💙

“And once I do, I’m going to strangle them with my whip.” (THAT LAST LINES THO! SIZZY ARE SUCH BADASS!!)

Third pov here I come:

"People like Anjali and his Bapak – they were overwhelmingly beautiful. They executed so much power and confidence that sometimes it hurt the eyes to look at them." Yup, they are gorgeous💙💙

A row of colour coordinated file binders. A mug that said ‘Bad Bitch’. A battered copy of A Handmaid’s Tale. (Now I kinda want to do a moodboard...)

Anjali is such a badass who speaks nothing but truth

Sjhsjwnsi I'm screaming!!! My phone is literally connected in the bathroom and I cant stop reading 😂

“I need you to get better, Anjali,” he whispered. “Cause I would very much like to take you there.” (🥺🥺🥺My heart)

He had looked at the most beautiful institute and had been reminded of the most beautiful girl. (ngl, I love them more than I love myself)

“Not everything,” Rafael told her. “I know someone who can help.” (Yup, now I'm scared🙂)

Ok ok, last POV

“Well, now we don’t know that for sure!” Max grinned. “Who knows what they get up to? Maybe there is someone occasional boning in the bone city.” (Jesus fucking christ Max!! 😂)

“Besides, you will be immortal. You can keep an eye on Max.” Max grinned widely at the other boy. “You wanna be my immortal buddy, Jack-Jack?” “Okay now I do have second thoughts,” (the chaotic energy they give together!!)

The London Boys!! I'm so happy!!

Jackson and Max. Thats it. Thats the comment

Idk, but there is something so comforting in seeing Kit and Ty as adults🥺🥺

“If the assassination attempt on Magnus had been successful, we wouldn’t be sitting and talking like this,” Kit pointed out. “The nephilim and downworlders would be at war.” (Yess, if they would have killed Magnus the war would have started. Smart little shits!!)

Kitty be like: Will you☺️go investigate☺️☺️ a case☺️☺️with me?? ☺️

Mavid supremacy only!!

“Everywhere is Paris when I am with you.” My heart, my soul🥺🥺

Max, no!

“Marriage and children…They are not for everyone,” Kit said. “It doesn’t complete a relationship and the lack of it doesn’t make your relationship any weaker. Ty and I are we very happy together. And for us, that’s enough for now.” (OK, but its just feels so nice to have this topic included. THANK YOU!)

“Mina will have your head if you don’t get married. She has been working on a Pinterest board for years now.” (That lil shi. I love her 💙)

Wow. I loved their conversation. Its beautiful!! 🥺💙

I... I... WTF DANI??

SERIOUSLY?? SERIOUSLY?!?!? DANI I JUST WANT TO TALK- And the fun fact!!! Not funny Dani!!!

Now i'll go to sleep thinking about this 🙂

Anyway, amazing chapter, Mavid supremacy, love Alec, Rosewood shiper, and WTF is wrong with the end??? 💙💙

Your love for David makes me so damn emo send help 🥺🥺🥺