#if you see this and read all these tags lmk your opinion on what i should do

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(before the post starts: to everyone who follows me for stranger things i’m sorry you have to deal with my random adventures into other fandoms — this is for the marauders fandom so if you don’t care about that feel free to scroll 💞 and also as always fuck jkr)

me: this fic is going to be so fucking full of angst and jealousy and toxicity with rosekiller endgame

also me:

It’s silent for a moment— Barty convinced the Gryffindor’s eyes could bore into his soul if he let him stare long enough. “You’ve never needed to simply feel something, Potter?”

-

[Barty] lowered his voice, a hand almost absently reaching up to the other boy’s face. His middle finger ran down his jawline. “What does [Regulus] see in you?”

“What-?”

“He’s never looked at me the way he looks at you. What are you doing that I wasn’t?”

-

“I can move. Do you want-“

“No, stay.” James laid back down. It was dark, but Barty reached up anyway. His hand started in James’ hair then ran down to his cheek. His middle finger traced his jaw again— like it had that night on the tower. “I can see what he sees in you now.”

me in some tags AFTER i wrote the stuff above:

BRO OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES YOU SHIP IT AND THIS IS HAPPENING

[nereidprinc3ss]

relax

in which spencer helps university student reader de-stress after a particularly exhausting assignment

18+ (smut) warnings: fingering, overstimulation, happy crying, lowkey softdom spencer, slight d/s dynamics, reader is referred to as a girl, ????idk i've never had to tag for smut before lols wc: 2624 a/n: been doing some insane literary cooking. lots of smut AND more fluff in the works (all uni reader... lol... ). idk if i love this but again need to fucking get it out of my word doc so here u go, PLEASE lmk if you like it!!

You don’t even realize the room has gone completely dark until Spencer comes in the front door and flicks on the light. 

“Why did you do that?” you snap immediately, looking up from your laptop screen for the first time in potentially hours, blinking hard as your eyes painfully adjust. Your boyfriend gives you an odd look. 

“Hello to you too...” 

“I’m sorry. Hi. How was dinner?” 

“It was good,” he says, crossing the room to the couch that has been your entire world for the past five hours. You sigh, releasing some of the tension in your shoulders when he leans down to kiss your head and set down a to-go box on the coffee table. “Have you moved since I left?” 

“...no,” you admit, moving your eyes dejectedly to the keyboard.  

“You made progress,” he appeases, leaning over you to angle the laptop upward. Immediately you wrench it away, holding it protectively against your chest. 

“Stop! I don’t want you to read it yet!” 

“I could help you with it though,” he pleads, bracing a hand on the arm of the couch. You look up into his hazel eyes, where he’s definitely playing up the puppy dog factor. His tie brushes your stomach, and he smells like lavender and clove and-- 

“You need to go away,” you realize, snapping back to reality and shrinking into the couch, away from him—trying to escape his all-encompassing sensory presence.  

“Wh- I just got back!” he scoffs, straightening. 

“You’re distracting me,” you accuse, throwing him a baleful look. 

“I’m literally offering to help you.” 

“And I’m respectfully declining because I care too much about your opinion to show you this essay until it’s less terrible. I really just need a couple more hours to finish it, please?” 

Spencer sighs, regarding your pitiful state before moving to sit down next to you. Automatically you move your legs out of the way before settling them in his lap and damn it he’s supposed to be going away. Your iron grip on the laptop involuntarily loosens a little as his hands begin to run back and forth over your legs. No—you must stay focused.  

“Spencer,” you whine, flopping your head back. You let the implied complaint hang in the air. 

“You’ve been writing all day. Your brain is exhausted, and your synapses aren’t firing at a rate that is intellectually productive.” 

“What is the point of having a brain if I can’t even use it half the time!” you almost-shout, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes until you see fireworks.  

The couch shifts and you feel the warm, robotic weight of the laptop unpin you as Spencer lifts it from your lap. “Don’t read it,” you beg, watching through parted fingers as he sets it on the coffee table, and relaxing slightly when he settles back into the couch.  

“Come here,” he says, holding out an arm. Too mentally exhausted to do anything but comply, you pull yourself up just enough to fall into him. Immediately he wraps his arms around you, one hand slipping under your shirt to rub your back in hypnotizing passes. “I think you burnt yourself out,” he mutters. 

You nod into his shoulder, surrendering yourself to his warmth, letting yourself sink into a lavender-clove fog, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into it. The darkness behind your eyes glows an inviting amber, threatening to pull you under...  

But the essay... 

“Stop thinking about the essay,” he demands. 

“But I have so much to do,” you sigh against his jacket, the words coming out muffled. 

“The best thing you can do now is give your brain a rest. I promise you you’re not making that paper any better if you’re exhausted.” 

“I am not exhausted,” you insist, although your eyes are still closed, “I’m just really stressed.”  

Spencer hums, continuing to rub your back.  

“Do you need me to help you relax?” he says innocently. 

Oh? 

One of your eyes opens to peer up at him suspiciously. He sweeps some of your hair out of your face. 

“Because I would be happy to.” A moment passes—him looking down at you fondly; you wondering if you’re picking up what he’s putting down. 

“And how would you go about doing that?” you ask suspiciously. 

“Orgasms reduce tension and stress and improve brain function.” 

Damn. Why did the nerdiest, most un-sexy pickup line ever just turn you on?

You groan, burying your face further into his shirt—mostly to hide any trace of a blush. 

“You know what else would reduce stress and improve brain functioning? Taking an Adderall and finishing my fucking essay.”  

“Angel, you're such a smart girl, and you are fully capable of doing whatever you set your mind to—but I will lock your laptop in my gun safe before I let you look at that essay again tonight.” He speaks so softly, and his fingers are still gently combing through your messy hair... all in all, you put up a good fight, right? Maybe you should just listen to him...

“... fine.” you say eventually, reluctant to give in too quickly even though the idea quickly has filled your stomach with butterflies. 

“Fine?” he says, pausing his motions as you turn your head just enough to look up at him. “Sounds like you don’t really want it, baby. Maybe we should just go to sleep. Or I could take you back to your-” 

“Spence,” you whine, gently grabbing the front of his shirt. Now he’s going to make you beg? As if it wasn’t his idea? Those puppy dog eyes of his are deceiving. 

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he sighs, hand moving from your hair to your outer thigh. 

“Please?” you whisper, dignity forgotten as you look up at him imploringly. 

“Lean back, sweet girl,” he says, helping you adjust your position til you’re lying against his chest, legs sprawled across the couch. Your head lolls on his shoulder, intoxicated by his close proximity. “Perfect. Such a good listener.” 

Normally, you’d be quick to make a defensive remark, but with the way he’s slowly hiking your shirt up, running his hands over your sides so lightly it gives you goosebumps—you're really in no position to argue. Your eyes flutter shut as his hands grow bolder in their explorations, crossing your stomach, fingers just slipping under the waistband of your shorts and skimming over your hipbones before coming back up. 

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, and you nod lazily, apparently losing access to your language facilities after running them dry all day. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem good enough for your boyfriend. “Do you remember when the last time I touched you like this was?” 

Through the hazy blur of your exhaustion, you try to think back. Was it... two days ago? Three? More? 

“Almost a week ago,” he supplies the answer for you when you take too long. What? That can’t be right. 

But when you think about it harder... it is right. It was right before finals week started.  

An errant hand straying up your torso distracts you. “Do you remember what I did?” 

You flush. 

“You... yeah,” is the best you can offer, too flustered to say exactly what he did to your body. That stray hand moves over your breast. Your back arches just slightly at the stimulation through the thin fabric of your bra.  

Thankfully, he lets you off the hook.  

“I made you cum three times, right?” 

“Mhm,” you hum through closed lips, tense with anticipation as he finally slides both hands down to your shorts and wordlessly directs you to lift your hips so he can pull them all the way off along with your underwear. 

“You’ve been so busy lately, huh. Working so hard.” 

You unconsciously drop your bent legs open, brain too foggy to be insecure about how utterly bare you are—allowing him to slowly rub up and down your inner thigh. 

“I’m gonna make you feel good, honey. I don’t think three times was enough for such a stressful week.” 

You gasp when his fingers finally brush your clit, whimpering slightly when they just barely skim your entrance before tracing the wetness back up.  

“Give me your hand,” Spencer says, taking his own from between your legs and holding it up. You don’t even think about it, releasing your grip on the arm he now has wrapped around you and holding it out for him. At this point, you’d do anything he tells you to without hesitation.  

He takes the proffered hand, gently guiding it back between your legs. Your fingers meet slick, soft warmth. “Do you feel how wet you are?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe, seeing how your fingers glisten when you pull them away. His remain, running slowly up and down your clit. Your brain seems to be vibrating in your skull as warmth spreads throughout your body. 

“Who’s that for?” 

“You, Spencer,” you whimper. He hums in approval before the room falls into silence as you both watch his teasing intently, your breath baited as you try to be patient. But your body isn’t with the program, you keep twisting slightly, your hips cant upward. “Please, please,” the words escape on a held exhalation as you finally break, arching your back against him as your search for more friction.  

Without warning, he sinks two fingers inside you. The slight stretch after not having taken anything in a week scratches an itch you didn’t even know you had, and you let out a broken moan. 

“I know, honey. You’re so good, I know.” Spencer kisses your head as he speaks over your cry, barely moving his fingers for a few moments while you get comfortable. 

Still you’re not ready for it when he withdraws and pushes back in. 

“Look at that,” he breathes. 

“Oh, fuck,” you choke, watching how your arousal completely coats his fingers as he slowly, slowly begins to fuck you with them. 

Again you feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughs slightly—probably at your earlier insistence that you didn’t desperately want this. The laughter fades as you both become entranced by the sight of his fingers disappearing into you, and your stomach twists with pleasure. His pace remains languid, and he seems to delight in the filthy, wet sounds his hand is producing between your legs.  

“You okay, baby?” he asks after a moment, seemingly snapping out of some trance. 

“Uh huh,” you whimper. One particular drag of his fingers at just the right angle has you dizzy, and then he’s speeding up. Your jaw drops at the change in pace and your hips chase his hand, wanting even more. 

“So pretty,” he mutters as his other hand moves to spread you open.  

You attempt to shut your legs around his wrist, but instead he just ruts his fingers deeper into you, palm pressed against your clit. You attempt to twist away from the extreme stimulation, but he doesn’t allow it. 

“Too much,” you squeak, bucking your hips inadvertently. 

“No it’s not,” he states, like you’re talking about the weather. 

“Spencer, I really c- ah- can't!” 

“It feels like a lot, huh?” he asks soothingly, not letting up one bit. 

“Yes!” you cry, eyes stinging as tears begin to well. 

“You’re okay, angel. It’s just been a while.” 

You are so completely fucked. Each stroke of his hand feels like an electric jolt through your whole body. It is too much, but at the same time, pleasure is pooling deep in your stomach and at the base of your spine and you never want him to stop. You throw your head back onto Spencer’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut.  

“Relax,” he mutters, carefully bearing down the pressure across your waist with his arm to try and keep you from squirming. 

A rhythmic whine breaks through the barrier of your sealed lips as you focus all your energy into taking it, when the all-consuming need to kiss him hits you. You twist your neck to look up at him, observing the furrow of his brow and the way he’s tucked his bottom lip into a bite. Thankfully he notices your movement—his eyes dart from your own half-lidded gaze to your lips and he understands what you want. 

The kiss is messy and the angle is awkward and you’re moaning into his mouth half the time anyway, but it feels so good to have his lips moving on yours that you don’t care about any of it.  

“I—ah,” you cry into him, unable to form a coherent thought as your stomach drops like you’re mounting the peak of a roller coaster. 

His fingers again change their angle and he finds the spot inside you that makes your legs spasm. Attempting to hold in whatever noises you were making is now futile—the whimpers and pants turn to full-fledged keening moans interspersed with taut silences as you fail to breathe properly.  

Your wrench your gaze and lips away from Spencer to watch through a blurry haze the rapid movement of his hand between your bare legs, the way your hips buck and twist and the way your leg bends as he hooks his free hand under your knee and hoists it toward your chest. 

“You’re doing so well, honey. Being so good for me.” 

Moisture spills over from your eyes, tracing down your cheeks and down your neck as you begin to come with no warning and a desperate, broken cry. 

A string of praise from Spencer underscores your pleading moans, but you can’t focus on anything other than the buzzing warmth emanating from your core, the bright, pulsing white that blinds you and the feeling of stardust flowing through your veins. 

Your boyfriend continues pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you for a blissful few moments, before sensing the tail-end of your orgasm and bringing his fingers up to rub lazy circles over your clit. Aftershocks resonate from the hypersensitive area and make you clamp your legs shut around his hand as your toes curl and you attempt to squirm out of his grip. 

“Done! I’m done,” you squeak, rocking your hips back and forth to try and escape his toying. 

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, relieving the pressure of his hand between your legs and moving it to run over your stomach as you come down. 

You lie in silence for a minute, enjoying the liquid sensation weighing down your muscles and basking in the warm afterglow of your orgasm.  

“Shit,” you breathe shakily after a moment. Spencer chuckles. You manage to turn yourself over, laying your cheek on his shoulder and slipping your arms under his waist. He looks down at you as he moves on to massaging your back and bare hips, eyes full of warm adoration.  

“Feel better?” 

You hum an affirmation, wiping your eyes on his shirt. 

“Oh, honey, did I make you cry?” 

You laugh into his chest and nod, a few stray tears leaking from your shut eyes. “It’s okay. Not sad tears.” 

“What kind of tears?” 

“Orgasm tears,” you mumble, a tidal wave of exhaustion you’d been fighting all day finally washing over you. 

“That makes sense. Orgasms can be cathartic or even therapeutic depending on your head space. Major losses and life changes are often associated with sexual dysfunction but the opposite is actually just as if not more common. A spike in libido can—” 

Spencer pauses, looking down to see that you’re either asleep or close to it, and smiles to himself. You’ll probably be mad about it when you wake up, but he had to get you to stop thinking about that paper somehow. 

[gasstationlady]

tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader

charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.

notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))

disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!

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voguemagazine

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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.

Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.

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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭

user she's the definition of perfection

user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here

↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩

↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo

user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi

user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩

user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list

↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here

↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title

user she’s so beautiful

user i would die for y/n

user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg

charleslc_updates

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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀

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user lmaoooooo relatable

user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??

↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n

user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰

user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video

user this man fr blushed AHAH cute

user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n

↳ user lol literally like get in line dude

↳ user back of the line bucko

user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met

user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT

user @/yourusername

↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.

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user omg she absolutely killed it

user god does she need a dog? i can bark

user i love seeing her thrive

user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc

↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though

↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen

user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are

user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.

user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT

user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week

↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!

user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n

user i could make this exact dress with my curtains

user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily

yourusername

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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]

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gigihadid sexy lady

↳ yourusername already missing you

user i keep forgetting she's part french

user you absolutely KILLED those shows

voguemagazine iconic ⭐️

alexademie 🔥🔥

user beautiful girl!!

user omggg charles liking this LOL

↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon

↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes

anokyai 😍😍😍

user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl] *liked by charles_leclerc

↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭

↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments

user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch

↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other

↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris

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user NO WAY OMG

user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here

user i knew you could do it charles!!

user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

user so are they dating???

user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH

↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES

↳ user he manifested this 😭

user they look sooo good together

user why does he look so srs

↳ user give my man a break 😩

↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭

user omgg this is like a fairytale

user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this

user i’m so invested

kymillman

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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES

Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.

Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N

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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL

user mom and dad 😩

user so it’s official???

↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭

user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him

user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺

user she’s serving though

user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH

↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal

user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold

user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt

↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it

↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1

↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense

user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n

↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn

yn_updates

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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race

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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name

user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL

↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha

user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it

↳ user she's so iconic

↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her

user i'm in love with her life

user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES

user lando's so funny 😭😭

user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow

user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace

↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.

user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺

user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't

user didn't they just meet like a week ago

↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while

↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]

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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]

yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]

↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]

user are we interrupting something...

user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public

user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak

user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple

user happy birthday y/n!!!

user in love with their love 🥺

user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else

↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy

user i still think this is a pr relationship

user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic

user this is my roman empire

user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane

user our generation's brad and angelina

↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating

user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭

[fairuzfan]

Your post about how many people are unknowingly falling for & spreading propaganda... yeah. I typed up a whole spiel of a comment on one of your posts the other day that I ended up deciding not to not actually post because it felt like detailing, but seriously. The amount of well meaning, genuinely anti-zionist people ignorantly sharing zionists' posts because they just don't pick up on the leading undertones is honestly more terrifying than than the amount of actual zionists in some ways.

I'm someone who was born into a doomsday cult, and seeing all these people falling for the exact same blatant (or so i thought lol) recruitment/manipulation tactics I've seen used by them my entire life has absolutely fucking terrifying. These are people who are actively trying to combat zionism, but I guess the general public is so uneducated about propaganda/cult tactics that what immediately reads as blatantly manipulative, misleading bullshit to me just doesn't even register as strange to most people. Not to be repetitive, but seriously: fucking terrifying.

There's so much focus on the way people/groups who want to manipulate you will use language of fear, but in this case especially, people need to realize they will almost always appeal to your compassion before they appeal to your fear.

It's all peace and love and happiness because that's what gets people in the door. You preach (or post) the mushy, happy, fun stuff that makes people feel good to draw them in, and you slowly start peppering in the ideas you actually want to lead them to believe later on once you've got them wanting to believe you.

This also has this added effect of helping the group or person's image. Even the people who you don't manage to draw in will have the impression of you as someone who runs their mouth 24/7 about how you're full of love and want the best for everyone, which is especially useful for when you inevitably want to frame yourself as the victim to demonize the people who will inevitably oppose you. If your first and only exposure to a person is seeing them calling for world peace and universal love, you are much more likely to be inclined to believe they (and by extension their cause) are the sympathetic, loving, peaceful good guys being unjustly targeted.

Sorry for rambling, but like... really. It won't always be something nefarious, of course--the vast majority of the the time, it won't be--but I think we would all be in a much better situation if people took it as a general rule of thumb that you should always be a little suspicious of overly vague talk about peace and love.

You're EXACTLY right. I really appreciate this message, because you put to words a lot of my inherent analysis of arguments and ideas. I like grew up with this rhetoric so it's easy to spot for me, but the way that people speak about "peace" as the overall goal when they're zionist is so blatant to me because there is no material change in the scenario they propose but rather a calmness where Palestinians are ignored.

And picking up on subtext of a lot of messages is something you have to have a muscle for kinda because of how subtle it is. The frightening part is, you're right, that the indoctrination part of zionism is the most harmful part because you appeal to their pathos — their fear, their sense of safety, etc — and you go on down the rabbit hole and slowly start being radicalized and pro-zionism or you might not even be pro-zionism 100% but enjoy... soft zionism as a mutual of mine put it once (if you read this and want to be tagged, lmk). Which soft zionism is the MAIN opinion in many liberal circles btw, its not an uncommon opinion.

I even remember once sharing a post by a zionist because i saw them talk about esims but when i went on their blog a few days later because something rubbed me the wrong way, I noticed their pinned and I was like "oh dam I gotta delete that other post" like that's how often this happens.

Idk, I try to combat this by putting sources or approaching from a standpoint of logical arguments rather than identity-based politics (although, sometimes i think there are some things that people who are a certain identity can be the only true experts on) so that I try to encourage actual engagement with ideas and walking them through thought processes rather than "I'm palestinian so just trust me."

Like even with my one fact checking list, idk if I succeeded but I wanted to emphasize that there are multiple factors you should consider when confronting ANY sort of information and should not blindly trust things. News sources have regularly burned or ignored Palestinians so I know a lot of us are really sensitive to these things, but I don't know! I hope people can engage with ideas more than just surface level thinking in general because it helps everyone when you actually interact with the point of view the other person is providing rather than just blindly trusting/distrusting people.

[lavendersacid]

we gotta stop all of this

you guys are saying that people should write whatever they want and then you heavily criticize and bully them when they share thoughts on smut or porn. it's really hypocritical. i am neutral on this, idc what people write and following the logic that many of you claim to have (people can write whatever they want to about tlou and ellie!) you shouldn't be getting upset when someone says that they don't care for all of the smut under tlou tags and would like to see more fluff and angst. on the other end, you shouldn't tell people what to write, if they want to write smut, you shouldn't care. i've seen a couple controversial posts going around one of them was a girl who complained about smut but had also posted porn links to twitter, which is ridiculous idk how you can even dig yourself out of that lmao. the other one i've seen quite a bit of people bring up as an argument was a more popular writer on here pointing out how common porn addiction is and people really found a way to twist her words, she said explicitly in several posts that the smut and porn wasn't the issue but if you find yourself craving compulsively (needing it to help you sleep, having increased tolerance to it and needing more or more explicit content to satisfy yourself, withdrawal symptoms, that typo stuff. which are addiction symptoms if you don't agree you need to do some research and stop being in denial.) that you may have an addiction to porn. i've seen a ton of people say that she was claiming everyone who read or wrote smut was addicted to porn which is far from the truth and i was shocked when i went on her account and saw that she posted nothing of the sort. pro-smut people are claiming that tlou-warriors are trying to start issues but to me, it seems that they are the ones trying to start issues when they blow an informational post out of context and spread lies about the author who wrote it, i actually can't find her account anymore but if anyone knows it pls lmk. many have said that smut authors are going to get bullied off the platform while actively bullying authors who don't like smut off the platform lol, seperate the artist from the art. as for tlou-warriors harassing pro-smut people, leave them alone, just scroll or block the account if the content you don't like keeps showing up in your feed. that goes both ways. "but people are flooding the tags!" okay? use your own logic and scroll if you don't like it. this is tumblr, ppl are going to write so let them. what if you don't agree? who cares everyone is entitled to their opinions whether you like it or not.

[imminent-danger-came]

I love reading your tags- especially when theres just even MORE info dumping there.

The least favorite character ask made me giggle a bit, "This character that appeared for a single episode is actually pretty cool. And this character is really awesome in this particular context. But ALSO I really like this character with very little actual screentime."

You‘re absolutely right though! Characters whose only purpose is to fill a particular role are chosen really well too! Like the Host Girl; sure, she doesn’t really have a personality or anything, but she doesn’t NEED to have one. As you said, she‘s collateral damage. She gives us more insight to Wukong, she shows us just how ruthless he can be. He‘s willing to kill the epitome of innocence: A child. A defenseless little girl with a cutesy voice, who was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

(It‘s also worth a mention that, contrary to Wukong, she revealed a softer side of Macaque. Not to the extent the fandom built it up, but in an arguably more meaningful way. He‘s worried/feels bad for a total stranger. Even if it was only a concerned look, she once again gave us a deeper insight to a member of the main cast.)

And the characters with less focus either have really genuine interactions (Yellow Tusk with Azure) that just endear you to them, or they drop a banger line (like the Jade Emperor) before their purpose is fulfilled.

Nothing wrong with being a plot device if it‘s done well!

This wasn‘t really much of an ask rather than me rambling. Sorry.

I welcome rambles in my ask box! Half of you that show up in my ask box could just write your own analysis posts.

And you're also totally right! There isn't anything wrong with characters that are there just to function as plot devices. Sometimes a child is there just to be a child, and that's all they need to be. I think I feel this way about Megapolis (a name for the city that hasn't even been mentioned in show). Like it's a city filled with innocent people, it's MK & the Gang's home, and that's all it kinda needs to be tbh. LMK has to be extremely tight with what it chooses to focus on because of time constraints, and it does that well. When it comes down to it, focusing on the characters/plot is more important than focusing on the setting (which I think debatably wouldn't contribute much anyways—like we don't need more of a reason to care about the city, you know?).

I have this same opinion when it comes to the Demon Bull Family, which may be an unpopular take, but the truth is that a lot of their development happened off-screen. After ROTSQ and until we see them again in 3x06, it's clear that there have been positive changes between Red Son and his parents. I think I've seen some folk want Red Son to cut off his parents entirely, but that kinda goes against the core of his character. Part of Red Son's appeal for me is his complete devotion to his family despite their flaws (saving them in ROTSQ and EYD, attempting to save them in 4x09). Red Son and Princess Iron Fan only ever wanted world domination because that's what DBK wanted, and after that failed—they gave up. They hit the bricks. Red Son then started a food business with his dad (jealous of MK and Pigsy's noodle shop mayhaps?), and I think it's telling that DBK would even agree to do that to begin with. DBK and PIF's disregard of Red Son may not be acknowledged in the way people want, and I get that, but it's not that it didn't happen. I'd say there's another jump in their development between the end of 3x14 and the beginning of 4x09, where the fact that DBK calls out for Red Son as he gets taken away shows a closeness between them that we hadn't seen before. It's also clear that DBK has grown past the person who only wanted to create the world in his own image, chastising Azure Lion:

Demon Bull King: "How many times must you be struck down chasing this same foolish dream?"

(4x09 Roast of the Monkie Kids)

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(Plus "This pursuit of yours has warped your mind brother—it is the only reason I could imagine that you would have the nerve to assault my home and harm my family!" echoing PIF in 1x10 "Come to your senses, this power has poisoned your mind!"; Azure unreasonably considers DBK a traitor like DBK had unreasonably considered Red Son a traitor, etc.)

DBK, unlike plenty of other antagonists in LMK (Spider Queen, LBD, and Azure specifically), learned to stop and accept the world as it was. He failed as a conqueror, but he still had his family, and he could try and not fail as a father for his "half-baked son"—or that's how I interpret DBK anyhow.

((I also want to bring up the fact that DBK didn't dare use the Samadhi Fire ring he had to power himself up with Red Son's furnace in AHIB. Like, even the Mr. Bull King has some restraint—there are prices too great to pay for the world, hence why he gave up on world domination after 1x10, when he almost killed his wife and son.))

To me it makes the Demon Bull Family feel like characters that exist outside of MK & the Gang, and can grow/change even when they're not on screen with our main characters, and I think that's cool. We also legitimately didn't have time for anything else.

[cultleaderyoongi]

Opposites Attract – pt.2 | myg

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

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

☆ word count: 14.6k

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

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

☆ navigation: pt.1 | pt.2

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

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

As always, I hope you enjoy reading. If you do – thank you! Lmk how you like it. Tags, comments, asks. Doesn't matter ♡

☆ taglist: @bangtansjonas @larenelizabeth @lovebun-19 @magentamoons @heyitssarah63​ @lemonadecandycandy​​

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The elder scoffs at the comparison.

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

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

"Polar opposites?" His friend finishes for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yoongi, what the fuck?"

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

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

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

"Why did you–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever it is, it can wait."

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

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

"I really just want to–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods at your words. "Thank you."

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

"Y-you were worried?" he stammers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi chuckles at your childhood anecdote.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm?" you hum out in between kisses.

"Can I ask you something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"With...me?"

"Yeah."

"Like...now?"

"...Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A nod of his head seals his answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy fuck. How is he going to survive this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A simple shrug of his shoulders serves as his reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Liar."

"Nope."

"It makes no sense."

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yours. Yoongi likes the sounds of that.

"Are you hungry at all?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, how about raisin bread?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyebrows turn into squiggly lines. "Mushy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want music?"

"That'd be nice actually."

"Anything else?"

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

"You're such an idiot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, lemme hold you!"

"Take a shower first!"

"Usually you don't care."

"Okay, but today I do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"One more?" he pleads.

You comply with a chuckle.

"...One more?"

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

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

[notthatsamkim]

𝕯𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕴𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊

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heeseung x fem!reader

genre : strangers to lovers? - the forbidden "i warned you" type of story

warnings : fem!reader, reader skips class, abandonment of friends.. lmk if i missed something

a/n : this is just a snippet of a possible longer fic i am planning. just trying to see where i'm at with my writing skills after my year-long hiatus from writing — i suck at editing so let's see past that

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"y/n y/l/n??!" 

heeseung had watched you linger around one of the benches as your other classmates had made their way to their respective classes, phone against your ear several times to no luck. he watched you get up, playfully swinging your bag left and right behind your back as if you’d given up trying to reach whoever it was on the other end of your call.

"why, what's wrong?" heeseung chuckled nervously.

all coherent thoughts were thrown out the window when his legs took him in your direction. the few classes on his schedule he was due to be present at, were put on hold. all he cared about was the adventure you ought to set yourself on. he wanted to know why his friends warned him about you even though things like that can end up badly, but he also remembered being told to not pull judgement about anyone or anything if he hadn’t tried anything - for the sake of witnessing himself - yet.

"i know you're entitled to be attracted to whoever your heart desires but,.. i just don't get good vibes from her."

"you know her?"

you’d made it to the gate when you finally noticed someone following you. you’d turned around. at first, you wanted to make sure it was not you he was interested in, so you continued walking until he too turned the corner to walk through the park towards the bus stop.

“oh.. hey there?” heeseung waved shyly, suddenly losing every ability to say something. you’d rummaged through your brain where you remembered seeing him as you allowed your eyes to trail away from him. he was seen hanging out with the people who had not so nice things to say about you and you never understood why, because you thought they were grown enough to form an opinion of their own. clearly not.

not until heeseung.

"i talked to her now and then, but i definitely don't want to be her friend."

“a-are you here to report me?” 

heeseung was taken aback when your first question wasn’t why he would be following you, “why would i do that?”

you wanted to open your mouth, but didn’t find it appropriate to fill him in on how his friends had watched your every move on your way out of the school grounds, when you hadn’t had proper conversations with him yet. and it was as if heeseung got a sense of what you were trying to say.

"how do you know what she is like?" heeseung challenged. 

“i don’t know where to go yet, i guess i’ll find out when i get on the bus.”

“why don’t you ask your friends?”

you waved your phone in the air and chuckled, "tried that.”

there weren’t many times he’d ever crossed paths with you so he thought that time could be the first of many. bold coming from him, but he would have to start somewhere if he wanted to prove himself.

“would you… mind hanging out with me then?”

a quizzical expression took over your face, “sure you aren’t here gathering intel for your friends?” there, you said it.

heeseung sighed, “i’m not. but i am curious to know what is so bad about you.”

you nodded. “i hope i don’t disappoint then.”

you already regretted showing the very side of you that people are apparently warned about - being vulnerable, translated into clinginess.

"i can smell it from miles away.”

“likewise,” heeseung smiled.

"well.. i don't know her so maybe she's not like that at all and people just read her wrong?"

"i don't know hee, just be careful. or stay away to be safe."

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[emelinstriker]

tfw you're just checking on a blog you enjoyed casually looking at after a long while cuz someone reminded you about it, looking for anything new that might catch your eye, only to then read a rant about yourself/your blog/your content with accusations that just prove they glanced over your stuff w/o actually looking at it properly-

again, just about the entire branding/servitude thing and the either baby reader or baby mk that's literally not even more than fun little what-if ideas.

and there was me thinkin i might wanna audition as a va for them if they ever needed help or anythin, but that idea sunk and the amount of respect i had for their own work went down the drain.

now excuse me, i gotta go back to work cuz i just wasted my lunchbreak typing this out.

just like my disclaimer from my old rant post, i'll be deleting anyone's messages if they try to argue with me about this shit again, cuz as stated before, this type of drama is literally giving me genshin twitter vibes.

it ain't my fault if my stuff got recommended to you and you don't like it. i already stopped using the lmk tag as much because of those anons from a while ago.

idm it if peeps have more of a weaker tolerance level towards others wanting to have a good time playing with literal legos in a way they don't like it, but i also don't want people to talk smack about others' work and call it disgusting just because it's not their cup of tea.

let people play with their legos while you play with your own legos, simple as that-

i'll just leave it at that. don't go after anyone involved either as i hate seeing this type of shit get dragged on. especially if it's all, again, opinion-based.

[sketching-shark]

What do you think of Lego Monkie Kid? Is bad that people watch it? None of the chinese people like LMK then?

lmao so i know this wasn't likely your intent anon but i couldn't help but giggle at the implication that tumblr user sketching-shark (who is not Chinese nor of Chinese descent) is the Supreme Authority on how Chinese people feel about a lego show

BUT ANYWAY some complaining under the tag so usual rules don't like don't read if you don't want to see all of that

hmmmmm so at this point i think i've mainly fallen out of love with it. i still really like a lot of the characters and i had a lot of fun with the first season, but now between the routine lowkey (and sometimes highkey) implications that Sun Wukong sucks entire, the unrelenting push of more & more trauma on Qi Xiaotian, interesting plot elements that are suddenly dumped, and a fanbase that's hyperfocused on a ship i hate well yeah i'm not having a good time there chief. fully aware that this is just one internet rando's opinion & that said internet rando has a tendency to be pessimistic, and a lot of people do seem to still get a lot of joy out of this silly lego show so good for them but ig it's just increasingly turning into a lot of thing i hate to see in a JTTW continuation. i hear it's doing well in China though!

i suppose if anything a lot of my annoyance is not from people watching Monkie Kid but from the way it's become one of THE main ways western audiences are coming to understand Xiyouji & the following way a lot of people seem to take it as word of god that that's just what Journey to the West is & running with that (& all in spite of a fandom stink about separating LMK from Xiyouji in early fandom days lmao). i think cartoony retellings are fine in of themselves, buuuuuut it would be cool if there was at least a little more variety in the western understanding of this classic besides what you get from cartoony retellings. Also if there was a wider understanding that the Monkey King could be more complex and intelligent than the omnipresent "uwu stupid destructive chaos monkey" presentation permits. As it is this goofy lego show, even if it was from bad faith readings, seems to have resulted in a LOT of anger and hatred for Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, and especially Sun Wukong which is. hm. :[

[intrepidacious]

welcome, friend, to nika's follower appreciation invite only casual sleepover / gala for friends potluck 🖤

i reached another follower milestone a couple of weeks ago and decided it was about time for another sleepover!! and what better way to do it than in true nika style: a little odd, a little whimsy, and in reference to one of my favourite pieces of media ever created. (along with food metaphors.)

but enough preamble, time for everyone's favourite part: the rules

you don't have to follow me to participate but i will remind you that my blog is 18+ only so if you're a minor: please stay away <3

the sleepover will go from december 13th through december 20th

what are we going to be up to, you ask? well, lovely link you have here. you should click it.

🗡 don't do murder the classic sleepover games: fmk and would you rather. we will, in fact, be doing murder. to the vault!! right?

🥪 a lie sandwich tell me two truths and a lie and i have to guess, or turn it around and guess mine

😶 the rare blank character card send me a thing and i will cast my mutuals

❤️ a good time! send me a character and a situation and i will write you some headcanons about them. alternatively, you could send me an AU and i'll tell you which character i could see in it!!

🎞 so, hella motive send me a character and a prompt and i'll write a seven sentence drabble for you

🍷 a spirit for a spirit here, i will recommend you a fic, a book, a movie, a writer, whatever you want

🎩 haunt these halls no more if you've ever had burning questions about my wips and/or my writing, this is the category for you

🫀 it was always you send me a random fact about yourself and i will tell you which character i ship you with (feel free to specify if you want a character au or if you have gender preferences)

💀 way harsh, wilde we love unpopular opinions. send me yours and i'll tell you mine

🔮 séancing isn't a word ask me a question and i'll pull some tarot cards for you. (disclaimer: i haven't done this in a while and my cards get very rude sometimes lmao)

✨ just getting a sense of everyone's auras i had so much fun reading everyone's astrological big three to bits last time, so we're gonna do it again!! if you want to send me your big six, that's also fine with me

⚜️ several strongly worded poems mutuals only category <3 i will write you a personalised letter on why i think you're an amazing and wonderful person. you're all doing very good work on yourselves, and that's important

🍜 right in the soup! ask me anything that doesn't fit into the categories above!! tell me about your day!! did you bake something recently? do you have any pets? lmk

no pressure tagging some of my wonderful moots <3

@traitorjoelite @sweetascanbee @marvelettesassemblenow @daisyprouvaire @imaginearyparties @foreverindreamlandd @aphrogeneias @demxters @sanguineterrain @treatbuckywkisses @writing-for-marvel @jadedvibes @wildlivelychild @youremyfriend-youremymission @abovethesmokestacks @rookthorne @lavendercitizen @jesterstrange

[magnoliabutters]

who art thou?

• who the hell are you •

my name is katrina (she/her), nice to meet yah! i am a pansexual queen, welcoming to all my fellow lgbtqia+ babies. i hope to create fanfics for a variety of readers! currently, i am obsessed with my mans, eddie munson. i like to write smut&fluff balanced series, but may send out the occasional smut post to keep things interesting! i also am a big fan of action so i tend to include that in there with my fluff&smut if the universe permits.

i write 18+ content. please do not interact if you are a minor. seriously. not for you. also please don’t plagiarize, it wasn’t cool in school and it isn’t now. i am open to your feedback and would love to hear your thoughts on my writing! promise you won’t get sass if feedback comes with pure intentions 😈 i'm hoping to improve my writing when it comes to describing the scene and making you feel as though you are truly within the story! i want to provide you with an opportunity to escape real life, if you happen to need a quick break. i may include some resources in posts to better support this concept (e.g., playlists). my writing usually has a word count between ~1-10k, but there may be some outliers.

also also, i am always looking for mutuals and more writers to interact with! please feel free to hit me up in the chats <3 i’d love to get to know you! also also, i try my hardest to read other posts out there and give feedback reblogs. i’ll be honest after a day of work, reading past 2k is rough but give me a follow if you want some recs 💖

• when and why do you write •

i am still working to consistently post weekly. lately, I’ve been getting hit hard with a writing bug and then my brain is dormant for like 2 weeks. anything i write during that time is literal poo-poo on fire. hopefully it doesn’t last haha updates and recent posts can be found on my nav page. i will update when i’m writing a post and when i plan to post ✨

if any of my posts suit your fancy, please reblog, comment, message, or anon request that you want a part two. if y’all want it, i’ll write it. like literally i will have like next to no likes on a post and if someone asks for a part two, hoe you getting it. 🫂 also, a “small” bit of why i write is to get some hoes horny. that is a huge compliment for me and like lmk. anyways, i like to lean more into the “smut or porn?” type of writing too…

i am best supported by reblogs!  + comments really keep me encouraged to write 🥹 follows and likes are also much appreciated. i’m not uber comfy with tips but like if the thought pops in your head, and then you take like a day to think about it, and it’s still there, and then you take one more day after that and it’s still there, then like here’s my cashapp 🫠 i

will continue writing as long as someone out there is reading 🥰 reading your comments and feedback gives me so much joy! but like not too rough of feedback cause i'll cry ☺️ also, taglists are awesome, but please feel free to let me know if you want to be taken off. no judgment here, i promise you. i understand not wanting to be notified constantly! 

oh! and here is my view on #tags. warning may not be a popular opinion 😬 in the first few days of a post, i will use whatever tags are needed to get your eyes to see it. i work really hard on my writing and i want to make sure it’s seen. however, my posts always include the appropriate pairing right at the top so you are more than welcomed to say “fuck this” if it doesn’t match the tag you were looking for. with that being said, once the hype goes down on a post, i will make sure to appropriately tag my pieces. also in the cases of my oc’s, i still consider the oc as the reader. we are all becoming the oc in my posts ♥️ time to escape to another universe!

• what do you even write about •

i am looking into exploring characters and experiences within: (1) the tv universes of stranger things, the walking dead, the boys, buffy the vampire slayer, the l word, z nation, supernatural, true blood, game of thrones, house of dragons, shameless, etc. (2) the video game universes of left 4 dead 2, resident evil 6, the last of us: parts 1 & 2, dead by daylight, etc. & (3) the movie universe of the hunger games, top gun (rooster is very special to me), twilight, avatar (ma’jake 🤤), mcu, harry potter, etc.

i pretty much am hoping to write about whatever i am currently obsessed with haha as we all should. each series is written within their own universes, so some things might not match up. apologies in advance! also as some of these universes can be quite violent, i write a little violence but always disclose in the warning so check those out! i am starting to dip my toe into the ideas of requests. please feel free to send me your thoughts on what you'd like to read ✨

my reader povs will always be 18+ and consenting adults. we also support and promote safe sex here, despite the shenanigans that may be happening in my smut series 🤤 i explore different areas of mental health, but anxiety is a common theme amongst my series. i'm an anxiety queen so i am making us all queens. my warnings will also include any triggers associated with smuts, as well as mental health (i.e., trauma). i write my series to bring you nothing but happiness, so please check out the warnings before reading! also sometimes my smut my just be down right porn, so please do enjoy. that is my intent 😚

• inspirations • 

tags to the authors who have left a lasting impact on me and my writing. these are my favorite posts from them so far! most of which either make me feel something (which is rare lol) or give me a writing bug. these are also the most wonderful humans who are willing to help my noobie ass. i encourage you to check them out as much as possible because if i’m over here tagging and reblogging, they must be fucking legit. send them my love.

✨ @theoreticslut • celebrate good times • eddie munson •

✨ @seidenbros​ • there’s no one like you • eddie munson • 

✨ @indouloureux • bloom later • steve harrington •

✨ @ghosttownwherenoonegoes​ • a look to open the skies • eddie munson •

✨ @fandomxpreferences​​ • macho man • bradley “rooster” bradshaw •

✨ @hellfirebabes​ • scream for me • eddie munson •

✨ @mcplestreet​ • bartering • eddie munson •

✨ @darkworkcourier • ghost request • simon “ghost” riley •

✨ @nackrosor • slutty feline jester • eddie munson •

✨ @sunflowersteves • another day, another dollar • bradley “rooster” bradshaw •

✨ @fairysluna • little wolf • aemond targaryen •

• nav • requests open •

[saltymongoose]

Important: Community Label News and Other Questions for Y'all

[Flagging Posts & Content Policies (Questions at the Bottom)]

Hey guys, more news on the Community Labels! Just so everyone knows, if you're on desktop and see the three little dots on the post and you hover over it/click it, it shows this:

Apparently we aren't supposed to click the flag if the post is properly labeled, because that reports the post to Tumblr as needing a manual review for one. It also looks like this on mobile:

I'm just putting this out there in case y'all are like me and click new things just to see what it does (I almost did it for some posts on my for you page 🤦‍♀️). I'll also be going through all my prev. posts sometime this week to check for what needs to be labeled (smut has already been 👍), but tags work pretty well for now until I go through all 600+ lol. (Though if you do think something needs a warning, please lmk!)

As for content policies someone asked the Tumblr Support Twitter if NSFW content was allowed now with the labels, and this was what they said verbatim: "Hi there, community labels don't change our content policies: and some types of content are still not welcome in the community. More info on what we consider NSFW here: tumblr.com/policy/en/comm.."

However, they deleted this response just recently (??) so I still have no clue what's going on in that regard. I don't post anything that's against the current content policies and don't plan on it either, but just for those who may want to do NS/FW art or smth: please be careful and don't get banned because Tumblr is vague about this. I'll try to keep y'all updated if I find anything new, but just be cautious for now.

[The Actual Questions]

As for questions relevant to this blog, here's the deal:

Since I'm going through them anyway, do y'all want anything else tagged for regular asks? Like specific characters, for instance?

This concerns smut (!), so it's very important. Considering how this will make keeping adult content hidden far easier, do y'all think I should still keep it strictly on Ao3 or just post it both here and there? Either way, it's ending up on Ao3 for archival purposes, but I wanted to get your opinions. All shall still be tagged, warned of, and put behind a read more (for extra safety) and we'd probably have to wait like a week or so till the rollout ends - but still, this alters things a bit and I wanted to know if your thoughts have changed on it.

So lmk what you guys think, I look forward to hearing what your opinions are. :)

[thevikingwoman]

Tagged

tagged by @galadrieljones and @a-shakespearean-in-paris Thank you friends

Relationship status: Married. 22 years next month!

Favorite color: green

Favorite food: I usually say steak frites, but we’ve been having so much meat on this trip, so I’d say Tabuleh Salad and pita bread and spicy hummus

Song stuck in your head: Dopha - Happy For Me https://open.spotify.com/track/5sChdEpcjejFn7ZdsonNee?si=d28adda7c2ca4675

Last thing you googled: Not sure?

Time: 12:04 am GMT +1

Dream trip: I’m not sure anymore. Japan I think. 

Last book you read: The Emma Project by Dev Sonali

Last book you enjoyed reading: The book above - it wasn’t as great as some of her other ones, but it was still a nice summer read. 

Last book you hated reading: I don’t hate books I just get bored. The last book I truly hated was Graham Greene, uh something something in Mexico we had to read for school. 

Last movie you saw: Thor Love and Thunder. It was delightful. You just have to take it for what it is. 

Bonus: We’ve been on vacation back home for almost four weeks. It has been lovely to see family, and very good to spend time with my dad, whose health is declining. I frankly don’t want to go back to work, and I am sad to leave Denmark. 

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Sourdough bread. I got it figured out and it’s so easy now. Fingers crossed my mother dough can be revived after 4 weeks. Also any sort of cakes and I love trying a new cake recipe. 

Favorite craft to do in your spare time: Doodling and baking

Most niche dislike: no-show socks. I just don’t like the look, especially in men’s fashion of dress shoes + pants and you can see the ankles? Wear some goddamn socks. Make them funky even. I also hate wearing no-show socks. 

Opinion on circus(es) now and in history: I don’t know if I have an opinion on historical circuses. They were probably exploitive as fuck?  I lowkey like modern circuses, but not love. I’ve no idea what circuses are like in the US, but in denmark there are a couple of family circuses. Most of them are very small (no animals save dogs, maybe horses - “wild” animals are not legal in circuses and that is for the best). I remember going to circus as a kid when it was in town and it was always exiting and you got icecream. Some types of acts I don’t like, or like less.  I LOVE acrobatics. LOVE LOVE LOVE. I do love cirque de soleil, just very cool. (I have a story of some circus acrobats who hit on me and and a friend of mine when we were 16/17 they were all incredible hot, but we were too young haha and sensibly said no - it was not creepy they weren’t that old and they didn’t press just kept talking about how hard it was to be on the road... )

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: Yes mostly? I do think I can figure out directions though I’m best with a map.  I don’t recall the worst way I got lost, but I was probably driving and took a wrong turn. 

Tagging @buttsonthebeach @redinkofshame @noire-pandora @coldshrugs @roguelioness @harumeauu @ghostwise @lyriumsings @lilas @maharielhawke @syrcus (tagging a few new friends, please lmk if you don’t like getting tagged, I love tag stuff even if I sometimes forget!)

[onlyseokmins]

🛑 PLEASE READ!!!! 🛑

⛔ Before You Follow/Interact:

🔞 MINORS BEGONE (likes/reblogs/follows/ask)!! IF I AM AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE NOT 18+, I WILL BLOCK YOU!! I will also not talk about any NSFW content with or about minors!!

⚠️ If you cannot distinguish between reality versus fiction in any way, shape, or form you will be blocked. All I write is intended to be fictional and has nothing to do with anyone in real life.

⚠️ If you send hate to any of my moots or me, you will be blocked. Hateful anons will be blocked as well.

⚠️ I also reblog various NSFW fics of all kind under my #ez.reads tag. While at the moment I do not reblog explicitly dark fic, I do not hold responsibility for what you read or consume. Also do not bring drama to me publicly to me or about other writers. DM me if there any issues.

🚫 Don't like? Don't follow or interact!!

As of July 2023:

🔹 General

Please do not repost or modify any of my work (especially w/o my permission)!!!!!

The least I ask for is a tag (@/onlyseokmins) and a link back to the original post that inspired something if you're not even going to have the decency to ask me (preferred method) first

Requests are always open but please note I reserve the right to delete any I don't feel comfortable writing or don't want to (which isn't often, it might just be taking me a while) so please be patient and understanding as I work on them!

Reblog/Send an ask to provide some sort of feedback! Especially if it's a request for you!

Unless you're a minor, if you think I've unfairly blocked you, please send me a message (dm) on my sfw, kpop side blog, or main and I will unblock 💖

I love flirting platonically and am married to over half of my dearest friends where we live together as a village harem in a cloud castle

🔹 Writings

TO SEE SOME OF MY CREATIONS, PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR COMMUNITY LABELS ARE PROPERLY ADJUSTED!!

Join my taglist!

My works are only reposted on ao3!

I definitely accept constructive criticism when asked, but rude behavior and unsolicited opinions will not be tolerated.

I preset my warnings as I write, but if I miss something let me know!

^ The same goes for any triggering content on my blog, let me know if I need to tag something otherwise I'm not responsible for the content you consume

I am working full-time and pursuing my master's in fall, so please be patient if it takes me awhile to get to things!

I normally write in second person POV aimed for female/afab readers: Some are as inclusive as I can make them, however there may/will be descriptions - all depends on the story however skin tone will always be vague at most!

I’m always willing to try something new!

🔹 Fandoms I Create For

I'm most active with Seventeen but I enjoy a lot of other groups and will be opening that up for expansion - all that I'm willing to write for will be added on my masterpost!

Feel free to filter/block accordingly as I grow my writing and reading. I try to tag as I can, pleases take note and ask me for more tags as needed.

🔹 Disclaimers

I do not claim ownership over any of the fandom characters I write about nor do I claim to portray those in real life to be true - they simply boil down to fuel for inspiration, please don't be delulu or weird about it!!

ALL GFX are made by me but lmk if there are any issues :)

🔹 Things I Won't Write

Anything I'm simply uncomfortable with

Minors irl (younger than 18 and/or younger than '00 line)

Requests done for known blogs of ages 17 and under

Age play

Non-con/dub-con/rape/kidnapping

Bestiality (does not include hybrid fics)

Necrophilia

Descriptive and extreme sexual Period/Blood play

Anything pertaining to urine/feces

The above list is subject to change and analyzed on a case-by-case basis. It is not a kink-shame or anything, just stuff I do not see myself writing at the moment.

onlyseokmins: June 2022 ©

[kyaruun]

Since when did the graphics suck they're literally so cute

This one is literally embedded in my mind like I ASSOCIATE this with you

It isssss literally so cute but your other graphics are also so cute wthhhhhhh

Buuut I can do some tutorials on things you wanna know that I can do? I've been wanting to make a tutorial for a while now actually

. Me too like I don't have a schedule and while I write on a "rotation", I spend so muxh time and energy on irl things that I don't get much time to write. I literally haven't gotten through my reqs from last August. Rip my 800 event from. Before then??? Cannot even keep track it's been like a year

My follow count is only that high bcs I wrote for haikyuu (in 2020 its peak) then I joined the genshin bus kinda early (?) Which is still huge and I wrote misc fics for whatever else, and it was also my edit blog??? And now I'm here shitposting so I got followers from like lots of places

The way yours is in the 700s and a loooot older than mine pls I'm also in the 700s in nazukisser.... insanity

Well personally i love your leo so I think that it should happen because you deserve it. And writing a series.... yes.... smaus are so fun I have domicile on nazukisser for reference if you want it and my fav smau ever is club stupid by tumblr user kodzuvii highly recommend I just become a redhead kita's cousin and tendou's best friend number 1 miracle girl and down bad for suna rintarou whenever I read it.

WAAAA I can't wait to see your revamp !!! Thank you.. I always try to have some sort of match (character/color/style) all throughout!! If you need help/opinions/etc lmk!!!

Right like what happened . We were thriving. Then we boomed for a second and died. Like I see the nazuna x reader tag and ME AND KAZE ARE THE ONLY ONES like bruh? And my fics have been flopping tho it seems everyone's have been flopping too

Yeah the only thing keeping me tied down here is the server..... it's like my lifetime... come back we miss you

I MISS NURI TOO... bee has arknights now....I miss.... and runanananna....... ate swanee's writing.... SHE DOES THAT TO US TOO not that I hate it but she drops like a couple of lines in snippets and dips and I'm like *SCREEEECHES*

If you come back to my server we welcome you back we miss you :(((

I can only be grateful that some of us are left tho.... i7 is so dead and e7 LMFAO??? I was legit the only one it was so darned sad

THAT'S THE ONLY ONE I LIKE!! i love watching vids about journaling and that kind of thing and they make the cutest decorated polaroids so i wanted to do something like that but very cutesy themed,, spring made me think of picnics so gingham <3 i actually played around with a few similar concepts like polaroid + random stickers and i planned to make banners with that but uuuu there are so many characters,, can't keep my focus for too long. i think they came out cute but it's probably too late to use them </3

i always wonder about what do people use to edit their pics because i was born a ps girlie and i still don't know how to use ps properly oops making your themes look nice and cohesive,, those cute pinned etc etc people who edit icons and make them look super aesthetic

i think i never tried to promote my blog because followers don't feel like an integral part of the process for me. i just write what comes to mind and share it with the world: if people like it i'm absolutely delighted and if they don't well,, at the end of the day most of my writing has been fun for me ^^ like come on i've written things that are silly and self indulgent and they worked fine and i'm here like. wow

i have considered writing for more series but the thing is the media i like has a fandom of like. 2.5 people on the good days. so it really doesn't make too much sense to even try that <.< genshin fandom scares tf out of me so i'll keep my extra fluffy albedo thoughts to myself. the bazillion "childe being a dumbass in love" posts. kazuha writing poetry. oops. getting flashbacks to the time i almost made a hypmic blog but i stopped myself at the last second out of embarrassment

i'm torn on whether a) people just aren't interested in that kind of content anymore (no way) or b) people DO read our stuff, they simply don't interact. not even a like. the migration of people from other social media into tumblr,, like sorry but i've been here since 2016? and it gets worst for writers every day </3

i have an immense amount of cute enstars thoughts a day and i feel like if i can't share them i will combust (my best friend has to deal with me every day),, it's mostly cute romantic stuff with my favs and my ocs, for obv reasons so i'm like uuuu should i even tell this to someone it's just embarrassing. like only other enstarries could understand why i keep rotating this bunch of dorks around my brain and getting the biggest serotonin boost out of it ueeee

i kind of miss being in a server with other people. i've been feeling very lonely lately due to uni so i think that'd be good for my mental health but at the same time,, i don't want to go back to talking once in a blue moon you know? ooo to be an anxious mess every day of your life.... like i get nervous so easily and i know i'll make someone uncomfortable so i simply keep quiet or i don't know how to join conversations because my social skills are -1. i'm a bit of a mess TT

as a bonus for reading all of this, wips of some of the banners/wallpapers? i was working on the last time. rei was meant to be a light pink/purple ish kind of shade but i don't mind how these came out either ^^ i need to print the cgs as polaroids again