#im mostly not doing much when waiting for my next assignment at the studio so i can scribble a bit

[surreal-duck]

thank you so much for 1k! thanks a lot to everyone who’ve stuck w me all this time and hi to everyone new o/ it really means a whole bunch to me!!

gonna be opening doodle requests for a while! no promises i can get to all of them but i’ll try what i can o9

[princessjungeun]

One Last Chance: Mina x Reader

Request: Hi! your stories are awesome! Is it okay I can request Mina x female reader college life, where Mina is the most popular rich girl, and her friends place a bet that Mina has to go out with you and make you fell in love with her but turns out the time you guys were together Mina eventually fells in love and tries to call off the bet, and you heard the whole thing, heartbroken you avoided her and Mina did anything that she could to bring you back, fluffy ending (: pleas and thank you!

Hi my loves. This is the long Mina scenario I was asking about earlier. This is really REALLY long but you all promised you wouldn’t mind so here it is 🙃

You transferred to Sungkyunkwan University at the beginning of this semester. Originally you attended MIT for Software Engineering, hacking is your specialty. When a professor recommended you for a study abroad, you couldn’t pass it up. You knew Korean well due to growing up in a heavily Korean influenced neighborhood as a child.

Coming to Korea wasn’t that bad because you were able to meet a few other people over social media before you arrived. You met your roommate months before you flew in so you already had one best friend.

Upon your arrival you already drew up quite a bit of attention. Somehow people found out you were from MIT which they couldn’t believe. Your roommate made sure to make you aware of who to avoid and who was friendly. Pretty much everyone was nice but she told you to watch for one group of girls.

Which is why when you were approached by none other than Mina Myoui aka the richest bitch in the whole school you were beyond confused. The raven haired girl asked “Hey. You’re Y/N right?” You had never seen Mina up close, she was ten times more beautiful than you thought.

“Wait do you speak Korean? I’m sorry. Are you Y/N?” She switched to English when you didn’t respond right away. You quickly tried to answer without sounding stupid “I-Uh um yes I am Y/N and I speak Korean yeah sorry I...I uh. I’m sorry...yeah.” You mentally face palmed yourself for not being able to say one simple sentence to her.

She sat down and said “you’re new and from what I know your only friend is Kahei. So meet me at the cafe down the street at 6, I’ll be waiting.” Before you could respond she got up and walked back to her group of friends who seemed to be laughing. You noticed two of the girls from her group. Im Nayeon was in one of your engineering classes while Minatozaki Sana was in a psych class you took to fill an empty slot.

When you got back to your dorm Kahei was on her bed reading a book. She asked “where’d you go?” You responded “the quad to start a project. But something really weird happened.” Kahei sat up on her bed and patted the spot next to her, “come on talk to me I wanna know.”

“That really rich and pretty girl....Mila? She’s friends with Im Nayeon and Minatozaki Sana...she came up to me and told me to meet her at the cafe down the street at 6.” Kahei’s eyes widened and she loudly said “MINA MYOUI ASKED YOU ON A DATE?” You shrugged then nodded. Kahei made you resite every thing that happened leading up to her asking you out for coffee. In the end she said “hmmmm...I don’t trust it. It sounds fake.” You responded “I do admit it’s a little suspicious that the most rich and popular girl in school asked me, the poor foreigner to a date...”

Kahei told you “well even if it is fake you’re gonna go to find out.” You looked at your sweatpants and t shirt you were currently wearing. You hair was in a messy bun and your thick glasses sat lopsided on your face. “Do rich people like girls who look like me?” You asked uncertainly. Kahei responded “only one way to find out!”

When you went to the cafe Kahei decided to tag along but sit at a different table with her girlfriend Haseul.

Mina arrived shortly after you, “oh i honestly didn’t think you’d show up.” She was surprised to see you actually came. You looked at you hands in your lap “I mean I think it’s rude to blow someone off...” Mina sat down across from you “you look really pretty.” You could tell that it was a genuine complement by the way she smiled softly when she said it. I guess rich people do like girls like me you thought to yourself.

For the next hour she asked you about everything there was she should know about you. Kahei told you to make sure not to disclose every detail about yourself because she still didn’t trust Mina. However by the end of the night you were convinced she was genuine.

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Weeks passed and you continued to meet up with Mina, you knew Kahei and Haseul warned you about catching feelings too quickly but you couldn’t help it. Mina seemed so sweet and genuine despite her rich bitch demeanor.

You sat in the library working on a project with your classmate Yuqi. “I know we just met like this week but I don’t trust her either, I’m with Kahei on this one.” You don’t know why you decided to spill all of your business to Yuqi but something about her seemed trustworthy. You rolled your eyes “You all are delusional.”

Deep down you believed Kahei and Haseul and now Yuqi but you didn’t want to admit it. Mostly because you caught feelings for Mina. Badly. Yuqi didn’t pull her eyes away from her laptop “I-I’m just saying something here isn’t adding up. This isn’t right.”

“I’m just gonna- give me a minute.” Yuqi furiously typed away on her laptop, occasionally smiling and laughing to herself. After about two minutes passed she flipped her screen around in front of you was a KakaoTalk page. Mina Myoui’s to be specific.

“Yuqi! WHAT DID YOU DO?!” You whisper yelled to the younger girl who sat with a smile on her face. She simply answered “I hacked into her account. See?” You responded “I’m not reading her messages. That’s an invasion of privacy.” Yuqi responded “Ok well if you won’t I will, she has no relevance to me so it can’t hurt the nonexistent relationship between us.”

She scrolled and scrolled her facial expressions changing from surprised to one you couldn’t quite read. “Y-Y/N....um...I don’t know if you should read this yourself or not.” You felt a pit in your stomach form knowing whatever she had in front of her wasnt good news.

Yuqi slid her laptop to you and you read the messages shared between Mina and her friend group:

Sana: you have three days left in this bet Myoui

Chaeyoung: Sana’s right, you need to figure out how to get Y/N to confess to you

Nayeon: yeah if you don’t you can kiss that Maldives trip bye bye and we can say hello to that shopping spree :)

Mina: I dont want this anymore guys

Sana: are you chickening out?

Chaeyoung: shes chickening out

Mina: it’s not that

Nayeon: so what is it

Mina: nevermind

Jeongyeon: i might be in this friend group but this is wrong on every level

Tzuyu: I’m with Jeongyeon unnie

Dahyun: Me too

Momo: what bet? who is Y/N? I WANT A SHOPPING SPREE!

Jihyo: No you dont

Momo: no i do not

Jihyo: but I’m with Jeongyeon and the kids.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. There was no way in hell Mina could have done this to you. Absolutely no way. Wanting to find some sort of happy ending you scrolled to a different chat with only this Jeongyeon girl. These newer messages brought on a new wave of emotions.

Jeongyeon: why are you trying to call it off now. You were all excited about it and now you want nothing to do with it.

Mina: I don’t know, It just feels wrong now

Jeongyeon: I know you Mina there’s something else

Mina: Theres nothing else

Jeongyeon: dont you dare lie to me

Mina: fine.

Mina: i like her. A lot. And i want to be with her.

Jeongyeon: then make your move

Mina: but if she finds out it was started with a bet....

Jeongyeon: well then come clean and apologize and pray she stays around. But honestly if i was her i wouldnt give you a second chance

Mina: thats not very reassuring

Jeongyeon: i’m disappointed in you, that’s the best you’re getting for now

Mina: ok, thank you unnie

Mina: i’m doing it tomorrow i’ll tell you how it goes

Jeongyeon: mhm

You looked to see when that last message was sent and it read yesterday’s date. So she was planning to confess or come clean today. Immediately you stood up and put your belongings in your bag before leaving Yuqi alone in the library.

You walked across campus to the dance studio where you found Mina dancing with another girl. “Myoui.” You pushed your glasses up to prevent them from sliding down. Mina turned and saw you “Y/N hey I thought we were going to meet la-”

You cut her off “I love you Mina Myoui, with all my heart I do! Is that what yo want to hear? Can you go to the Maldives now? You won. Congratulations bitch.” Mina looked at the other girl who stood in the room, she looked really confused and got uncomfortable and sprinted out, almost falling on her own feet.

“What are you talking about? I won? Maldives?” Mina questioned you. You snapped back “I didn’t stutter did I?” She replied “how did you- Who told you?” You responded “It’s not who told me or how I found out. You placed a stupid bet on me and toyed with my heart as if you were interested and I fell for your bullshit. Stay the fuck away from me. And if I catch you even thinking about talking to Kahei...you’ll wish you didn’t.” You turned around and walked out not giving Mina a chance to talk.

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Weeks passed and the semester was coming to a close in 6 weeks. You hadn’t heard a thing from Mina or any of her friends. Sana and Nayeon stayed away from you when they had class with you. Kahei, Haseul, and Yuqi introduced you to their friends instead to make up for the relationship you once had.

Out of all of the girls you met through Kahei and Yuqi, Jinsoul and Miyeon were closest with you. Miyeon walked into your room “Hey. We’re going to a party and you’re coming. All you’ve done is moped around, worked on projects, or went to the boxing gym. It’s been too long you need to go out.” You groaned “don’t you have work today?” Miyeon responded “ok we meant you and Jinsoul but she’s finishing an assignment so she sent me to tell you.” You rolled over on your face knowing there was no getting out of this.  “Ugh fine.” You giving into your friends wishes.

Miyeon left and outfit for you before leaving your dorm to head to work. You looked over your reflection in the mirror. Miyeon definitely tried something with this outfit because you never wore these types of clothes.

You were finishing up your hair when Jinsoul unlocked your door, ready to go. “Woah...You look so good!” She jumped up and down and clapped her hands excitedly. You quickly but in your shoes and grabbed your phone before she yanked you out of the door.

This house party was definitely run by someone rich because this house was really nice. You linked arms with Jinsoul and held her hand so you wouldn’t lose her in the crowd of people. The two of you found your friend groups and stayed together with them for most of the night.

You noticed some of Mina’s friends were there as well but you didn’t see Mina. Jinsoul danced against you as you held her close laughing at her antics. Throughout the night you noticed she was watching one girl in particular, Kim Jungeun. She was in your guys’ friend group but because there’s a total of 19 girls in the group, the two of you weren’t exactly close with everyone. You know she went by Kim Lip, only allowing a few people to call her Jungeun.

“Ooo I see Lip is alone, now’s your chance go go!” You pushed Jinsoul towards the girl. Your best friend responded “no what about you I see Mina’s friends here, what if she arrives?” You pushed her further “i’ll be fine I can handle myself, just keep your phone on!” She nodded and let her hand slip out of yours, running towards Kim Lip.

You danced on a few girls and a few random dudes before getting tired of the environment. Knowing you couldn’t leave Jinsoul, you decided to walk upstairs to see if there was anything to explore. You accidentally walked in on a couple before you realized you should knock on doors before opening them.

You found a door that was open so you walked in, ready to punch of someone came at you unexpectedly. The room was large, like really large, pictures hanging on the walls, stuffed animals lining whoever’s bed it was.

However the most eye catching thing was the gigantic window that overlooked the city. You slid it open and saw there was enough room on the roof for you to safely sit. Taking in deep breaths of cool air you hugged your knees to your chest.

A knock on the shingles is what snapped you out of your trance. You expected Jinsoul but instead you saw Mina. The Japanese girl softly asked “Do you mind?” You responded coldly “no.” She smiled and walked out sitting next to you, “Id hope not, you are sitting on my roof.” You asked “so this is your place? This isn’t the same one I visited those times though.” Mina responded “rich people unnecessarily buy multiple houses.” An awkward silence fell over the two of you.

She looked at you but you stared straight ahead waiting for her to talk. Eventually you grew impatient, “I’m pretty sure you didn’t come out here to look at me, so whatever you have to say just go ahead.” She sighed then said “I’m sorry. I truly am. My friends were being stupid one day and betted me to go ask you out. Originally my intentions weren’t true and I only wanted to win. But after getting to know you...I kind of fell for you and I didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry.”

You could tell she was being genuine by the tone in her voice. You hesitated then said “I loved you Mina.” She quickly responded “I love you too.” You were quick to ruin the moment “I said loveD. Past tense. I-I don’t know if i can trust you anymore.

Mina reached for your hand and you allowed her to hold it. “Please Y/N. Give me one last chance and if I mess it up you’ll never have to even think about me. I’ll make sure my friends don’t think about doing anything. Please just one more chance. Please.” Something about seeing her like this made your heart melt and butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You gave in “Fine. One last chance. That’s it.” She smiled and finally you looked at her. Her adorable gummy smile that you once loved so much was back. She placed a hand behind your neck, with her eyes she asked you for permission. You nodded and she kissed you softly. In that moment you remembered every reason why you loved Mina before.



[softyoongiionly]

Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Six

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later),  slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I’m literally on fire after writing this chapter lol. I hope you like it!😊

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of fear, anxiety, sadness, some angst aka Jimin is an insecure boy who is unaware that he is literaly heaven on earth, swearing, suggestive situations/concepts, if you squint really hard you can see the beginnings of smut.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 6: Doubt and Shadow Demons

You’re lying on your bed in one of your many baggy t-shirts, smiling like an idiot at your phone. Jimin had sent you screenshots of what he believed to be Yoongi’s twitter. If Jimin wasn’t aiming to be a dancer, you would have suggested a career as a private investigator because,  he could literally find anyone. You hadn’t asked Jimin to go looking for more information on Yoongi but, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested. His Twitter was mostly black, no bio and, no location but, the avatar was a picture of Yoongi wearing headphones, his newly blonde hair disheveled as he smiled at the camera. He really had no business being that cute. ‘@agustd93’ was his handle and you furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to decipher what it could mean.  Yoongi didn’t seem to tweet much, he just retweeted a lot of music equipment accounts however, there were a few scattered tweets here and there that made you laugh.

“Roommates are drunk, again. They can’t hold their alcohol for shit.”

“Update: Drunk Hobi is obsessed with my cheeks and, I swear if he pinches them one more time, I’m going to cut his hands off.”

“Another Update: Joon just started crying after explaining to me that, “we are all just little flowers in the garden of life, trying to find our bees.” What the fuck does that even mean?”

You giggle, shaking your head, your thumb scrolling down to search for more tweets. There were more scattered between retweets of what you assumed to be the latest music equipment as Yoongi quoted some of the them with captions like ‘Dream Studio’ and ‘if only I wasn’t broke.’ You kept scrolling before coming across a tweet that made your stomach flutter.

‘Where? Everywhere.’

Fuck. He tweeted that last night. After you and Yoongi got off the Ferris Wheel, you actually ended up having a pretty decent time. The two of you got dinner at the park and wrote your experiences down in your research journals. Yoongi acted like the conversation on the Ferris Wheel never happened but, he seemed to warm up to you more and more as the night progressed. But still, nothing flirty occurred between the two of you and, Yoongi was very careful not to get too close to you. The whole thing was very confusing, one minute, Yoongi’s admitting that he would kiss you ‘everywhere, if you let him’ and, the next minute he’s treating you like he normally did. This tweet was sent at 11:30 which would have been around the time he got back to his place. Maybe it wasn’t about you, Yoongi seemed to have a habit of being vague and, he easily could have been talking about something else but, none the less, it made your heart skip a beat.

Did you like Yoongi? More importantly, did it matter? You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of your complicated thoughts as you rolled out of bed. Marzipan throws a complaint your way as you walk past her lounging at the end of the mattress. Normally, you would be out at your favorite crepe café gossiping with Jimin over some iced coffee but, Jimin had texted you the night before saying that his showcase rehearsal was running late and he didn’t think he’d get any sleep if he met up with you. You had of course met this with an abundance of understanding as you knew better than anyone how hard Jimin had been working at his showcase routine. So, instead of meeting up with your best friend, you planned on working on your final paper for your International Relations course. You had been working on it all semester and, felt accomplished that for once, you didn’t procrastinate. Green tea was essential for today’s writing session so; you brewed a decent sized pot before, continuing your paper. Marzipan eventually made her way out into your living room, opting to sprawl out on the couch, claiming her space as usual.

After writing for some time, you glance at the clock at the bottom of your laptop and your eyes widen. Shit. You had been writing for 4 hours. How was it possible that much time had passed? You had gotten a lot done, adding an additional 6-7 pages to the giant that was your final paper. Just after leaning back in your chair and stretching your limbs, your phone lights up with a text message.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): I miss the squad tho.

You giggle at the message, your heart warming as you reply.

BROS 4 LYFE: me too tho :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): me 3 tho :/ :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): MY BABIES :( i miss u guys.

A hint of sadness plucks at your chest as you read the messages being sent in by your friends. You had made new friends in school and, college had been an overall fun time but, you had to admit that you never stopped missing having all three of your bestfriends in one place. The past four years hadn’t been the same without them and you couldn’t wait til the four of you graduated so, that you could finally have your group back together again. Jungkook had been drafted to play pro ball on a minor league team in your current city and, Taehyung had made the decision earlier in the semester to pursue his masters in art history at the school you and Jimin were currently attending. This meant that in a few short weeks, everything would back to normal for a little while.

BROS 4 LYFE: only a few more weeks my dudes, we got this.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook) stay on that grind squad, college grad hours are about to be open.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): kookie and tae, will you be here for my showcase? It’s two weeks before graduation.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): duh. We wouldn’t miss it for the world Jiminie.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): yea we would never miss a chance to see the world’s shortest ballerina.

Your eyes widen as you laugh, already imagining Jimin igniting in fury when he reads the message. His reply comes before you are able to chime in.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): YAH! IM NOT A BALLERINA!

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): I AM A CONTEMPORARY DANCER.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THE CHAMPION CONTEMPORARY DANCER

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THREE YEARS RUNNING THANKYOUVERYMUCH

At this point you’re in a full blown laughing fit, shaking your head as your fiery best friend pops off in the chat.

BROS 4 LYFE:  go best friend, that’s my best friend.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): let the record show that Kookie bought 12 of the limited edition Jimin shirts that your school sold after he won the championships.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN’T TELL

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): >:)

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): love u kookie

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): …love u too…

The responses eventually dwindle down and, you decide to hop in the shower to tend to the mop of hair that was growing slightly greasy on your head. Afterwards, you throw on a cozy sweatshirt and your favorite pair of fuzzy pajama shorts and, settle on the couch to watch some Netflix. You hadn’t had a night in to yourself in a long time and, it felt amazing to be able to sit around and, do nothing.  Marzipan made her way up your body before, snuggling up in the free space between you and the edge of the couch. As your fingers absentmindedly stroke her fur, you feel your lids becoming heavier and heavier and, finally, you drift off into a much needed nap.

Needless to say, the nap turned into you passing out around 7:30 and, sleeping through the night until, finally, you awake to the ethereal sound of the never-ending city construction. You grumble as you pull the covers over your head to drown out the noise causing Marzipan, who clearly hadn’t left her spot all night, to flee from the couch.  Checking your phone, you noticed a few messages from your group-chat and a snapchat or two from some of your other friends. After responding to the majority of your missed messages, you drag yourself off of the couch and into the kitchen to make some coffee. The microwave displayed the current time: 7:45am; an unholy time to be awake on a Saturday morning. The coffee was finishing up before a loud knock at your door caused you to jump out of your skin. Who the hell was at your house at 7:45 in the morning? You gingerly made your way to the door, hoping that it was just someone from maintenance. Opening the door, you nearly scream as a tuft of pink hair practically collapses into your arms. It was Jimin and, he was crying.

“Jimin, babe, what’s wrong?” You hold him to you, your eyes wide with concern as you usher him into your apartment.

“I can’t do it y/n, I can’t do anything right.” He cries into your t-shirt, his hands clutching you as if you’re about to slip away.

You rub his back, maneuvering you both onto your couch, Jimin clinging to you all the while.

“Hey, hey, that’s not true at all.” You murmur soothingly. “Jimin, what brought this on? Did something happen?”

Jimin, still crying, nods, as the tears stream down his puffy cheeks.

“I’ve been rehearsing for…for 36 hours…and I ca…can’t….do it…I can’t get it right. I ke…keep messing up. I’m n…not getting it…they’re…they’re going to drop me from the showcase if I can’t do it….they…they will…” At this point, your heart is broken, your usually smiley best friend is completely shattered, sobbing, into your arms. You hadn’t seen him like this since he had his first serious breakup sophomore year and, even that couldn’t compare to what you saw before you.

“Shh…minnie…it’s ok, it’s ok, I got you.” You gingerly tilt his swollen face towards yours, your eyes holding an immense amount of emotion as you gaze into his. “Listen to me ok? You can’t rehearse like that, you’re going to burn out and, get hurt. You have to rest. You’ve been practicing non-stop for the entire semester. You could do that routine in your sleep babe. The only reason you probably messed up is because you are exhausting yourself.”

Before you can even finish, Jimin’s eyes well up with tears once again as he shakes his head.

“No…no…you don’t understand…y/n…the coaches came to watch me last night and, I fell…I fell and they…they said that they were disappointed with my progress…and that I need to do better…so…I had to stay to re…rehearse…cause I failed. I failed y/n, I failed.” Jimin bursts into another fit of sobs as he clutches you tighter and, you actually have to hold back the tears that are pricking the corners of your own eyes.

“Dancers fall all the time Jiminie, it’s ok, you had been rehearsing all day. Every free moment you have, you spend in the studio practicing. I know it must have been so hard to fall in front of your coaches but, hey,” You tilt his face to you once more before he can hide away in your arm again. “You are Park fucking Jimin. You are the youngest collegiate dancer to win the national showcase and, the ONLY dancer to win it three years in a row. Dancing is like breathing to you. Audiences are mesmerized as soon as you step on the stage. You did not fail. You are exhausted. You can’t work yourself like this or, there won’t be a Park Jimin to win the showcase four years in a row.” As your words tumble out of your mouth, Jimin begins to calm down, still sniffling lightly, he hugs you again, his normally sparkling eyes, heavy with exhaustion.

“I’m so scared…y/n…there’s so much pressure and, I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it if I disappoint anyone.” You place a chaste kiss to the top of his bubblegum hair as you nod.

“It’s ok to be afraid, this is something you really want and, when we really want something, the thought of failing can be crippling but, you have worked so unbelievably hard.  No one deserves this more than you do. Try and have a little faith in yourself ok? There is nothing you can’t achieve. You have something so magical within you.  Working hard is good but, everyone has their limit and, if you keep pushing yourself like this, you won’t be healthy enough to achieve all of the amazing things I know you are capable of.” Your voice has dropped to an even lower volume as you continue rubbing Jimin’s back. He is looking up at you with intense focus but, you can tell he is on the verge of crashing.

“You promise? You promise you believe I can do this?” He whispers and, your heart shatters in pieces that someone whom you care so deeply for, is in so much pain.

“I don’t just believe Jimin, I know.” You whisper back before jerking your head to the other end of the couch. “Can you please try and sleep for me? When you wake up, we can go somewhere, or we can stay in,its up to you. Just try and rest of a while.” At your request, Jimin lets out a yawn, his lips pressing to your shoulder once more before he flops back onto the couch, still sniffling lightly.

You help him out of his shoes and his coat before grabbing a blanket and, literally tucking him in.

“Thank you y/n.” Jimin whispers, practically half asleep, his hand holding yours lightly.

“You don’t have to thank me, that’s what best friends are for. I’ve cried on your couch a few times too, remember.” You smile fondly as Jimin lets out a twinkling giggle, happy to see that he’s feeling somewhat better.

“I love you.” He whispers, his eyes beginning to shut.

You squeeze his hand lightly before replying.

“I love you too Jimin.”

Jimin drifts off a few moments later, his light snores filling your living room. Your heart feels achy as you reply the last few moments over in your head. You knew your words wouldn’t be enough to completely take away Jimin’s uncertainty but, you were so grateful that he came to you instead of suffering in silence. Jimin had a history of feeling this way right before a showcase. He had done something similar to this your freshman year before, winning and subsequently making history. It absolutely devastated you to see him hurting but, you meant everything you said. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Jimin was going to go far in life; you just hoped one day, he could see it for himself.

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“The dark and the ocean….I think maybe it’s time that we start tackling our fears one by one, what do you think?” You look over at Yoongi, who nods from behind his phone.

“Yeah, I think so too. I don’t know how we’d combine the dark and the ocean anyway.” His voice was slightly scratchier than normal but, when you had asked if he was sick, he told you that he had lost his voice at a concert he went to the night prior. For whatever reason, you didn’t believe him but, rather than prying, you opted to enjoy the sound of Yoongi’s raspy voice becoming even raspier.

“If we did, it would be terrifying and, I would probably die.” You state bluntly, causing Yoongi to scoff in disbelief, shaking his head at you.

“You’re so dramatic.” He chastises, smirking lightly, tapping away at his phone. You shrug, not bothering to disagree with him as you doodle on the corner of your paper. “Are you comfortable confronting this fear directly? I don’t know how you would imagine it, unless, you just imagine yourself in a dark room.”

The shudder that passes through your body was completely involuntary and, Yoongi notices it.

“You don’t have to, we can think of something else.” He assures, his almond shaped eyes, wrinkled slightly in concern. You shook your head insistently, putting on a brave face.

“No, its ok…I can do it. I won’t be alone so, it will be a little easier.” You force smile onto your mouth but, Yoongi isn’t buying it. Thankfully, he decides to accept your statement anyway.

“Does tonight work for you? I have a free Tuesday for once so, I figured we could do yours today and mine on Thursday.” Yoongi’s suggests, his demeanor returning to normal. You nod, leaning back in your chair, attempting to look casual but, your heart jumped slightly in your chest.

“Yeah, that’s fine, what time?” You needed to know how much time you had to straighten up because, you definitely left dirty dishes in the sink and, you were quite certain that you dropped a pair or two of clean underwear whilst running late this morning.

“Well, it doesn’t get dark until 7:30-8 so, maybe around then?” Yoongi cocks his head slightly, his eyes sleepy as usual. You had never had such a strong urge to tuck someone into bed and, kiss their forehead until you met Min Yoongi. That boy needs more sleep.

“I’m good with that yeah. Are we eating together or do you want to eat before you come?”

“I’ll bring something, I have a lot to make up for since somebody, decided to buy our tickets last week.” He gives you a pointed look, disapproval gracing his features. You laugh, shrugging shamelessly, looking up at him.

“I guess you better bring something good then.” You insist, smiling, nudging his desk with your foot.

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It was that very conversation that led you to where you were now:  belly full of That’s Amore’s pasta, apartment tidied up, and Yoongi glancing over at you curiously.

“What?” You giggle lightly, confused at his intense gaze before, he nods over to you.

“Why are you afraid of the dark?” He murmurs, his tone cautious but curious.

You bite your lip, as you feel your body grow slightly uncomfortable. Meeting Yoongi’s gaze, you attempt to sound as brave as possible before, answering his question.

“I…used to have really bad nightmares as a kid. I had them every night for almost two years.” You admit, your eyes moving to stare at the couch instead of continuing to look at Yoongi. “My parents finally took me to a doctor and they told them that I would eventually just grow out of it. They gave me something to help me sleep through the night and, over time, the dreams finally stopped but, I slept with my light on until I was like 14.” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood, not really enjoying the serious tone of the conversation.

Yoongi nods, regarding you earnestly from the other end of the couch.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly and, you can tell that he means it. You smile over at him, brushing it off.

“No, its ok, it happened a long time ago. I’m just still not a huge fan of the dark.” You explain, finally meeting his gaze again.

“You don’t have to do this, you can just keep talking about it…I don’t want you to feel afraid.” He insists, his tone firm and certain.

You nod, your smile growing more genuine.

“I can do it. I think it will be good for me and, like I said, I won’t be alone so, I don’t think it will be too bad.” You’re lying. The dark terrified you but, logically, you understood that there was nothing dangerous about it. You know you can do this.

Yoongi nods but, you can tell that he’s uneasy, his movements cautious and hesitant as he looks around your apartment.

“Ok, do you want to start slow? We could just turn off the lights first; the streetlights shouldn’t make it too dark.” He assures you, nodding toward the window but, you shake your head at his suggestion.

“No, I think it’s better if we just do everything now. I think prolonging it will just make me more nervous.” Your voice is growing smaller and, once you catch that, you sit up straighter.  As if, sitting up straighter would lessen the fear you felt. “Let’s do this.”

Yoongi nods and the two of you move to start closing the curtains and turning off the few lamps that you have on in your apartment. You both stand on opposite ends of your living room as Yoongi’s hand hovers over the main light.

“Are you ready?” He calls softly, his face littered with concern.

You nod, smiling tightly, bracing yourself for the darkness.

“You have to protect me if a shadow demon tries to eat me!” You insist, giggling, trying to lessen the tension as Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as shadow demons.” He counters, smirking before, he nods anyway. “But, yeah, I guess I’ll protect you if that happens.”

Your heart is picking up its pace in your chest as you attempt to pull a deep breath from your nose.

Yoongi looks at you pointedly and, before another question can pass his lips, you nod to the light.

“Go ahead. I’m good.” You assure him, putting on the bravest voice you can find.

There’s a click and then, darkness envelops your apartment. You could never have imagined that your apartment could get to this level of darkness. The room was pitch black, you held your hand out in front of your face and you saw nothing but a faint blob.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi calls softly from the other end of the room.

Another shaky breath passes your lips as you attempt to calm yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m ok.” You assure him but, even you could tell that your tone wasn’t convincing. There’s a shuffling on the other end of the room that causes you to jump out of your skin. “What was that?”

“It’s just me; I’m trying to find my way to the couch.” Yoongi’s voice calms you and, you curse yourself for being so obviously afraid.

“Yeah, I should probably do that too. I don’t want to just stand here…vulnerable…where literally anything can attack me if it wanted to.” You muse casually and, this causes Yoongi to finally break out in his rickety laughter.

“Nothing is going to attack you, just come here and, be careful not to trip over anything. That’s the only real danger you need to worry about.” Yoongi’s voice is practically a whisper and, you use it to guide yourself to your sofa. You finally feel the familiar fabric and make your way around the arm of the couch before, tucking your body into one of the cushions. The heartbeat in your chest hasn’t lessened its pounding but, you feel slightly better that you’re not doing this alone.

“I made it.” You whisper but, Yoongi could already feel you sit down at the opposite end of the couch.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi whispers back to you and, you feel yourself relaxing slightly at the sound of his voice. He really should be doing ASMR in his free time. Your mouth opens to lie again but, you end up sighing in defeat.

“I’m scared.” It’s the first time either of you have uttered this phrase since beginning your project and, you grow uneasy as you wait for his response.

“That’s ok.” He assures and then he falls silent for a moment. “I know it’s difficult for you. We can stop whenever you want.”

“I’m ok right now; my eyes are starting to adjust.”

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you and, you feel a familiar thickness in the air that seems to occur a lot when you and Yoongi are alone. You close your eyes for a moment, stifling your desire to mention it to him. He had made it very clear on the Ferris Wheel that he wasn’t interested in being with you that way… ‘right now.’

“You can…move closer to me, if you need to. I’m not sure if that will help but, you can try. I don’t mind.” Yoongi whispers and, his offer catches you completely off guard. Should you move closer to him?

Silently, you scoot your body down the length of the couch until you feel your shins meet Yoongi’s feet. He must have been sitting cross-legged on the couch and, now that you’re closer to him, you can make out his posture. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, his body turned to face the direction you were sitting, while his hands rested in his lap.

“Thank you.” You whisper, and you can sort of make out the faint smile ( :] ) on his lips.

“Is it any better?”

“Yeah, it is, actually, thanks.” You repeat your gratitude and you finally start to feel the anxiety subsiding from your chest. Yoongi was warm and, he smelt like berries and the ocean? An odd yet tantalizing combination that, in all honesty, made your stomach tighten. His hands are adorned with a few rings and your eyes squint in curiosity as you try to make out what they look like; regretting that you hadn’t checked them out when the lights were on.

“What are you trying to look at?” Yoongi’s whisper causes you to smile as  you realize that his eyes were also adjusted to the darkness and, he was probably wondering why you were staring intently at his lap.

“Your rings.” You giggle, your head jerking their direction. At your answer, Yoongi’s fingers flutter lightly in response, his head turning down to look at them.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t wear these a lot but, my roommate Namjoon got them for me and, started giving me shit for not liking them. So, I made a point to wear them more.” He explains his tone one of fondness and annoyance. Another laugh passes your lips as you nod in understanding.

“They look nice. Namjoon has good taste.” You compliment, feeling far more comfortable.

“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess.” Yoongi jests but, you know he doesn’t mean what he says, always hiding behind a snarky comment. Before you can speak again, Yoongi holds one of his hands out to you. “You can look at them if you want.”

Your heart stalls a moment as you look at Yoongi’s out stretched hand. The hand that had been on your own lap comes up to bring Yoongi’s closer to your view. The rings were actually beautiful and, you were thankful that the tiniest amount of light had escaped through the curtains so you could properly see them. There were four of them each covered in silver, the engravings depicting the four elements: Earth, fire, water, and air. You smile as your fingers gently examine Yoongi’s rings (hand). His hands were one of your favorite things about him. They were nearly double the size of your own, blue and green veins pushed slightly against the surface, fingernails bitten out of what you could assume as nervousness.  There is a light increase in your heart rate as you continue to examine Yoongi’s hand and, if he had noticed that you stopped looking at his rings, he wasn’t showing it. You tilt his hand up so, its perpendicular to your own, your fingertips only reaching the middle of his fingers, as you place your palm against his hand.

“Your hand is small.” Yoongi whispers but, this time, you detect a different tone from him that you can’t say you’ve ever heard before.

A small smile graces your mouth as you nod.

“Against yours it is.” The whisper that leaves your lips is almost in audible, your eyes find Yoongi’s and, you find him staring back at you, the faint streetlight illuminating his face. The two of you stare at each other as you feel Yoongi’s fingers lace with your own. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you lick your lips in attempt to compensate for the dryness in your mouth. Without warning, the two of you are leaning towards each other, your shaky breathing intertwining momentarily before, your lips press together. Yoongi audibly lets out a sigh of what literally sounds like relief as he mold his lips against yours. You rise up on your knees lightly, in an attempt to get closer to him, your free hand coming up to gently touch his face. The butterflies that had been taunting you for the past month erupt in your stomach, your heart racketing against your sternum. Yoongi’s hand that was interlaced with yours slips out of your grip and, settles on your waist instead, pulling you into his body. Your lips are beginning to move against one another and, you actually feel Yoongi’s heartbeat rattling against your hand. The thought of you having that effect on him, makes you clench between your thighs. Your body moves to make its way into his lap but, before you make it there, Yoongi is slowly pulling away. He seems reluctant to stop, his swollen lips still pecking against yours as he presses his forehead to your own.

“I don’t want to stop but, I think…”His breathing is too ragged for him to speak properly, and you press your lips to his cheek in an attempt to sooth him, even though, your breathing is just as bad. “We….should slow down….”

You nod in agreement but, relish in the fact that Yoongi is still holding you close to him, your body leaning into his chest.

“You’re right.” You whisper in return, your breath just as shaky as Yoongi maneuvers you so, that you’re tucked into the side of his body. Your hand rests on his chest and you smile as you feel his heart pummeling against the palm of your hand. The two of you lay there for a moment in complete silence, Yoongi’s fingers play with your own  as you wait for the other to say something.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Yoongi who breaks the silence, his raspy whisper penetrating the darkness around you.

“Are you still scared?” He whispers softly, his eyes finding yours.

You look up towards him, a soft smile on your lips.

“No.”

Yoongi smiles back at you and, you can’t help but notice how shy he’s being, his eyes softer than you have ever seen before.

“Good.”

Maybe, the dark wasn’t so bad after all.

[hereforlukescruff]

so its thursday. not drunk this time. feeling pretty shit today so lets work off that and do something softish. so you're a uni student and you're dating Luke. life is tough as fuck with finals and mid terms and you study A LOT and Luke is a really understanding boyfriend who gives you neck rubs and only distracts you when he knows you can take it ;) you've had a really tough week with SO MANY projects that you have barely been sleeping and Luke really wants to pamper you but doesn't want 1/?

to make it worse by distracting you so he just rolls with it. finally on Friday night you turn in your last essay and trudge up stairs only to find Luke has a bubble bath ready for you. he tells you how proud he is of you for doing you studies so well and helps undress you. you get into the tub and he does too, he sits behind you with you between his legs, back against his chest with his arms around you as he kisses your shoulder and your neck and your jaw and pampers you with love 2/?

SO MUCH Praise about how smart you are and it makes you laugh. his arms are wrapped around your waist but one hand slips down and begins to rub at you as you lean back into his touch and just enjoy it, eyes closing and relaxing for the first time in ages. he kisses your shoulder and murmurs “i love you” while working you up to your high, he makes you cum like that and it’s super soft and loving. he waits for you to be done with the bath and then helps you out of it, drying you off and taking 3/?

you to the bedroom where he lays down with you and kisses you. you know he’s being patient as fuck because you havent had a good fuck session all week cuz you’ve been studying and he’s been hard since the bath. you move to blow him and he stops you, telling you tonight is about you and making you relax. he pampers you with kisses and rubs at your skin and makes you relaxed while you tangle your fingers in his hair and enjoy it. its slow and passionate and UMF this guy is so in love with you 4/4

2.6k words of something under the cut idk im sorry

Luke knew when he could and couldn’t distract you from you’re studies, when you’d actually be open and responsive to it and this week wasn’t one of them. Finals were rolling around which meant that all your projects and papers were due before the exams, suffice it to say that you were stressed. There were just too many things to do and you felt like you were failing at all of them. Half of the papers probably made no sense but you turned them in anyways and you hoped to god that you could at least get partial credit for your psychology project. You had spent hours on it and you weren’t even sure that you did it correctly. 

Too many times this week had Luke woken up at 4am only to find you bent over your desk, scribbling messy notes in a rush before your class. Tonight was no different when he went downstairs and saw you sitting at the kitchen table, half of a sandwich that he made you hours ago pushed to the side with an abandoned cold cup of tea next to it. His heart ached when he caught a glimpse of your face, red rimmed eyes indicating that you had shed a few tears over some assignment. You just looked exhausted. 

Slowly coming up behind you, he rests his hands on your shoulders as he lays a kiss on the top of your head. You were so focused you didn’t even know he had woken up, tensing up at the unfamiliar touch until you realized it was just Luke. Tilting your head up, you catch his eyes as he bends down to give you another kiss, this time to your forehead. He stays like that as you raise your hand up, your palm against his cheek to hold him in place. 

“Sorry, did I wake you? Go back to sleep, baby.” your voice soft as you didn’t want to disrupt the quiet, no reason for him to lose much needed sleep over your schoolwork. Beginning to massage the knots in your back, he says “No, just wanted to check up on you. Help you relax a bit.” The feeling of his hands makes your head fall into your arms that were resting on the table, you had lost count of how many hours you’d been hunched over but your back surely didn’t.

Papers were scattered all around you, notebooks from different classes all pulled out as you jump from subject to subject. Luke itches to do something, anything, to make this better as he feels useless seeing you like this with nothing to do to help. Every time he leaves to or comes home from the studio, he expects to find you asleep for at least a nap, but each time you’re wide awake, still sitting in the same spot at the table. He’s not quite sure when the last time you got a full night’s sleep was. 

“What are you working on right now?” he asks, trying to make sense of your papers cause to him it all looks like gibberish. Raising the flashcards in your hand to show him what you’re doing, you tell him “Just testing myself on some definitions from my psych class.” with a shrug of your shoulders. At that, Luke moves and makes his way to the chair across from you as he sits down. Reaching over to you, he grabs the flashcards out of your hand. “Hey! What are you-” 

Looking at the first one, he reads “What are the differences in beliefs of the Nativists and Constructivists in language acquisition?” Your heart fills with adoration for the man in front of you as he flicks through your notecards. Him waking up to check on you already had you feeling so loved and now here he was helping you with your work, your heart could’ve burst. 

Seeing his eyebrows scrunch together as he goes through your work, he mutters to himself “Shit, what are you even studying?” You giggle at his comments cause, hell, at this point even you didn’t know. “So what’s the answer?” Thinking back on the question, you say uncertainly “Nativists believe that children have innate linguistic knowledge, that language isn’t learned, while constructivists believe children learn from exposure…..right?” your head tilted as you answer, trying to remember if it’s correct. “Yeah, it’s right. You’re so fucking smart, baby.” Your cheeks heat at the compliment, not used to the praise.

Sitting like that studying continued for a few more hours until Luke made you call it a night. “Finish in the morning, sweetheart. You’re exhausted right now, nothing’s gonna stick.” Reluctantly you agreed since the last half hour of your session was mostly just Luke calling your name to wake you from your unintentional dozing. Going up the stairs hand in hand, you relish the feeling of the mattress against your body. As Luke climbs in next to you and pulls you close against his chest, you didn’t need more than a minute until you’re in deep sleep. With one of Luke’s hands running through your hair, the exhaustion settles in quick as you feel a soft kiss press against your head.

“I’m done!” rings through the house as Luke hears the door shut. Walking into the living room, he catches sight of you dropping your backpack before you run towards him, catching you in his arms easily. He twirls you in a circle as you tell him about how you actually think you did well on your finals, that maybe not all hope was lost for you. “’Course you did well, you’re the smartest woman I know, darling.” You giggle as Luke nuzzles his face into your neck, tickling you with his scruff. All the stress of the last few weeks falling away with every moment you spend with him.

Putting you back on your feet, Luke reaches a hand out as he says “Come on, follow me.” He leads you up the stairs to your shared bedroom where he gives you a kiss and tells you to undress as he runs a bath. When he turns to walk towards the bathroom, you pull him back to you and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face down to your level. You attach your lips to his in a soft kiss before he disconnects and stares at you. “I love you,” falling off your lips easily. 

He’d been so patient with you that you just wanna show him how much it all means. Making his way back into the bathroom to turn the water on, you hear him throw an ‘I love you too’ over his shoulder. You shake your head to yourself, laughing softly at his response while you undress to nothing, getting ready for the bath. Just imaging the feeling of hot water against your skin almost has you moaning, your body so tired from the lack of sleep and uncomfortable positions you forced it into as you studied.

You enter the bathroom when Luke turns to tell you something, his breathe catching in his throat at the sight of you naked. It had been a few weeks since you guys had done anything and he almost forgot just how stunning you really were. “Why aren’t you naked?” you tell him, a sly smile on your face as you do so. “Are you sexualizing me?” Luke rebuts jokingly as his hands go to the front of his shirt to undo the buttons. Helping him get the rest of his clothes of quickly, all you say is “Yup.” with a smirk on your face.  

With the water at the perfect temperature, you slowly sink down and adjust yourself. Luke pushes you forward so that he could get in before grabbing your waist and flushing your back to his chest. You both sit in there silently for a little while, your head laying on his shoulder, just relaxing. “This week was absolute hell, thank god it’s over” you say out loud, filling the silence “and thank you for helping me, baby.” His lips begin to ghost over your neck, “Don’t thank me, my love, it was all you. You’re brilliant.” 

Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulder as he continues to tell you how proud he is, “What are you proud of? I just took some tests, it’s not like I did something magical.” The tone of your voice allowing him to hear your insecurities, insecurities that he knew were bullshit. At that, Luke blows a raspberry into your neck causing you to squirm away from him in a burst of laughter.

“Oh my god, stop, no, I’m ticklish. What are you doing?” the smile wide on your face. “Anytime you say something that’s not true, I’m gonna tickle you.” he states knowing you’d do anything to not let that happen. “And when did we agree on this rule?” you tell him, your voice incredulous. “Right now.” 

As you open your mouth to disagree with him, he blows into your neck again before you get any words out. You try to push his face away through your laughter but he’s stuck onto you not letting go. But slowly, the air against your neck turns into kisses against your shoulder while your laughter turns to short breathes and low moans. 

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time for sex and because of that, just a few kisses on your neck and collarbone have you moving against Luke’s chest. You feel one of his hands creep in between your legs, spreading them gently as his thumb reaches your clit. “Fuck” tumbling from you mouth as his fingers circles your clit and his mouth continues to leave marks on your neck. You reach the edge so quickly when Luke whispers into your ear “Cum for me, baby.” Moans echoing in the bathroom as you let go for him. 

Your body relaxes against his chest as you have your first orgasm in weeks, school taking over every part of your life that you didn’t even have time to release the tension. Luke moves you so he could get out of the tub and grab towels for the both of you. Quickly wrapping you up and drying you off, he gives you a peck on the nose before putting a hand underneath your knees and gathering you in his arms. He drops you on the bed as the towel falls to your feet, leaving you in nothing. 

The sight of you still damp from the bath and naked on your bed almost has Luke cumming then and there. You can see how hard he is as you sit up on your knees. As he comes close to you, you move to grab his cock before he stops you, “What are you doing?” he asks you with a furrow in his eyebrows. “Just wanna help you out a little.” you answer as you try to grip his cock in your fist again. His hand catches yours and pushes you away from him, “It’s all about you today, don’t worry bout me.” His words cause your body to heat up, unprepared for whatever he had planned. 

“Lie back down against the pillows and spread your legs.” You followed the order quickly, falling against the bed as you opened yourself up for him. His stare had you feeling like you were on fire. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” he tells you as his own hands go to his cock, stroking it up and down before letting go and kneeling in front of the bed. With both his hands on your calves, he pulls you towards him so that you’re spread out in front of his face. You feel his warm breathe on your clit as his hands move up to your thighs, keeping them open. “Missed your pussy, baby. Been so long since I’ve tasted you.”

Your hips dig into the mattress as you look for any sort of friction, all the teasing leaving you in need for immediate relief. Finally, Luke starts kissing on your thighs, slowly making his way to your pussy. When he gets to your center, he licks one long swipe between your folds with a loud “Oh my god” coming out of your mouth. Because of your reaction, Luke doesn’t let up, his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit as your hands tangle in his curls. You press his face against you as he continues eating you out, alternating between sucking on your clit and moving his tongue in between your folds. 

He notices your hands curling into the sheets as you start squeezing your thighs around him, a sign that you were about to cum. A few more licks at your clit and you’re cumming as you writhe underneath him, desperate to catch your breath. Thinking that he’d pull away after your orgasm, you jerk when you feel his mouth on your pussy again. “Please, please, stop, I ca- oh fuck” is all you can say when he slides a finger inside you, not waiting long before a second joins it. The feeling of his tongue coupled with the fullness of his fingers has you going over the edge for the third time.

You push his head away, not knowing what he would do as you try to regain control of your body from it’s shaking. Opening your eyes, you see Luke moving onto the bed in between your knees, “Can you take my cock, baby?” he asks.  Still sensitive but your need for him so strong that you nodded your head to his question, wanting him to fill you up. 

With no warning, Luke sinks into you in one thrust as your back arches off the bed, “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” His hands wander up to your breasts as he fucks you, fingers tugging and rolling your nipples, the combined sensation having you cry out. He keeps a hand at your breast while the other taps at your mouth, ordering you open. “Suck them,” he tells you when two of his fingers go past your lips. You swirl your tongue around them and suck on them like they were his cock, his moans matching yours. After they’re wet enough for him, his hand wanders back to your clit, rubbing it against his fingers as his cock slams in and out of you. 

Your hands grasp on to his shoulders as Luke moves the hand at your breast to around your back to pull you up to him, practically riding him. Bouncing up and down on his cock, you feel the grip on your hips get tight, knowing you’ll find marks in the morning. Once again, your orgasm starts to build up when Luke pushes you back down on the bed, a hand at your throat as he fucks into you so deep. “Oh shit, Luke, I’m so close.” A few more thrusts and you feel yourself lose control as you come undone, only seeing white behind your eyelids. Luke’s thrusts grow sloppy until he hits it one more time and follows you over the edge. 

Lying side by side, you’re both trying to catch your breath after the fuck. Luke recovers enough for him to get up and grab something to clean you both off before he throws it back in the bathroom and climbs into bed. His arms wrap around your waist as you cuddle into him, your forehead resting against his heart, when he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and whispers “Congratulations, sweetheart.” 

[noobfics-btsblog]

Rain

Pairing- min yoongi & reader

genre-fluff (in my opinion)

a/n- this is an excerpt of a fanfic im currently working on. i posted this to showcase my writing in hopes people would be interested in seeing the whole story in the future.

also, still working on the title

...I didnt know why i was so nervous, we were just friends after all. at least thats what i try to convince myself of, but in the back of my mind i knew the truth. im not sure how it happened-well, thats not true either-, i knew exactly when my feelings shifted from a place of pure lust...to something...a bit more. 

it was some time last year. i was on my way out of the office and i noticed through the glass doors that it was raining outside. i knew it was on the forecast and i did have an umbrella, but i forgot it back in my studio. as i turned to retrieve my forgotten umbrella, i noticed something else- some one else- HER. She was leaning against the wall looking up at the sky, occasionally taking sips from the coffee she was holding, and...she was completely drenched. I walked over to the door not believing what i was seeing. why was she just standing there? i called out to her twice (barely poking my head out through the door) before she stirred from whatever deep thought she was in.

 “what are you doing?”

“oh sorry sir! Did you need something?”. at that time she had only been working with us for a few months and i was the only one she still called “sir” or “Mr.” mostly because i never gave her the ok to refer to me otherwise..call it a kink i guess. At that time she had been assigned to be a sort of personal assistant to me, and her being the professional she was, was concerned i might have been roaming around the building looking for her.

“No you idiot! What are you doing out here?”. she was younger than me by a year and i had gotten used to talking to her the way i talk to the rest of my dongsaengs and, also like the rest of my dongsaengs, she got on my nerves sometimes.

“um..just..enjoying the rain...” her eyes darted around her for a second before looking back at me.  As if it was so obvious and i was the stupid one for asking. i rolled my eyes and with a frustrated sigh i jogged over to her. she was a bit a ways from the entrance of the building so as i approached she she had a chance to return to her previous activity: leaning against the wall and contemplate the sky. i leaned on my shoulder against the wall next to her. i had my hands stuffed in my pockets and i coward and winced with each drop of water that hit me. 

“what i meant was: WHY are you out here? Normal people usually “enjoy” the rain without actually being in it”. she smiled and answered without looking at me,

“you dont like the rain?”

“i dont like getting wet” i answered very matter of fact, “i dont mind the rain itself..its just water after all. but no, i dont enjoy being cold and wet like you seem to”. she didnt answer right away, so i followed her gaze. it was raining pretty intensely, it was like someone had turned on the shower head over the city of Seoul. but the sky she was so interested in was typical of a rainy day: thick grey clouds and nothing else. when she spoke again i jumped a little.

“The rain gets a bad rap sometimes doesnt it?” it wasnt really a question for me so i stayed silent and let her continue. “it floods, seeps into buildings, and when the right things come together perfectly...you get a storm...leaving destruction and chaos...destruction.” I remember she spoke low and slow, that was the longest she had ever spoken to me, and she had my full attention as i stared down at her. “and during those times, we forget that it also brings life. its because the destruction is in your face..you can see evidence of it immediately. but todays rain might be growing next months grass, trees, or flowers. maybe a puddle today helps relive the thirst of a few stray animals. maybe it fills drought threatened lakes and rivers. we need the rain.” Then and now, what she said reminded me of that one saying that goes something like: people only notice your mistakes. i reflect on that from time to time..

“ that still doesnt answer why youre willingly getting caught in the rain.” she smiled and ticked her eyes at me.

“i like it” she shrugged “people sun bathe all the time...just to feel the rays of the sun..i want to FEEL the rain.” 

“its wet.. what else is there?” i was in fact interested. i had spent the last few months trying to figure her out and it was my first opportunity to find out what goes on in her mind..

“its not just the physical feeling..” she was annoyed then her usual tone with me..

“youve heard the saying ‘the calm before the storm’ its a real thing. the clouds start rolling in..they start thick and plush..and i dont really know how to describe it...its like world goes quiet. even when youre driving in it things seem more relaxed and quiet. and the smell..much better than the pollution and dust and whatever else we breath in all day long. but my favorite part is when it actually starts raining..” her words trailed off for moment “whats that thing called in music that helps keep the tempo?” i wasnt sure if she was really asking me or just talking to herself at that point. at that moment i wasnt sure if she even knew i was still there, but i answered anyway.

“metronome” she smiled at me

“metronome...thats what the rain sounds like. Did you know its sometimes used to hypnotize people- the metronome i mean- its supposed to help you concentrate on a particular rhythm and put you in like a sort of trance i guess. rain is like that.each drop of rain that falls against the concrete, or your window, or peoples umbrellas is like natures metronome putting you in a trance and clearing your mind of all the constant inner chatter.” her eyes had started to fade, growing distant, the way people do when they were thinking. in her case she was reliving a memory..

“there’s a powerful thing about sound and smells too that can bring up things in your mind you thought were left forgotten. like every time it rains and im in that “trance stage” i cant help but relive stuff from when i was young and-”

“you’re still young” i cut her off; she was only 23. she gave me a look

“when i was youngER” she corrected, “i guess what i mean is that feeling of being free. like when you're a child and you run around jumping in the puddles. getting muddy and dirty even though you knew your mom would get mad. you didn’t care because you were young and having fun.” she began to chuckle “and really anything can happen in the rain..and again sure, tragedy, like a car crash or whatever. but also a lot of wonderful moments...i mean thats why they put romantic rain scenes in movies right?” her eyes flashed me a glance..i swallowed. “and those scenes with teenagers sneaking out and getting into trouble and making bad decisions- actually there was this one time a few of us snuck into this apartment complex to hang out by the pool. it was a summer night and we were off school and we had a bunch of beer- one of my friends had a fake ID- and we just needed a place to drink where we wouldnt get caught and a friend suggested these old apartment complex he used to live in since he knew security was..well not good. anyway as the night went on, that ‘about to rain’ smell started to grown and all of a sudden it was pouring.” she smiled as her eyes started to grow distant, lost in the memory. “we all laughed and then one by one we started to jump into the pool fully clothed” she started to laugh again as was coming out of that memory. ”i think that was one of the best times i had with that group of friends. its like the rain had washed away all the..front..you know what i mean? like they each had their persona. what they want you to think they are like. always trying to pretend like they were something else. but when that rain came it washed away all the bullshit..sorry..” she flashed a worried glance at me and i waved it off. “anyway its like they were finally able to be themselves and just have fun instead of trying to act cool all the time. and the rest of the night we just had a ton of laughs and good conversation.”  she paused for a moment and i waited patiently as i myself was taking in everything she had said. “i guess all i mean is, to me, rain is more than just water from the sky. its not just weather. its life. its beauty and growth and smiles and laughter. some bad times, some good times..and some good con..versations..” she had turned to look at me as she pronounced that last word, letting her voice fall to nearly a whisper. She looked..surprised...and she had stiffened. She looked guarded as she held her coffee tight with both hands. At first i couldnt figure out what had caused her sudden change in attitude. Then her eyes flicked between my eyes and...i wasnt sure what..something lower on my face? my lips? why was she looking at my lips?

That’s when she let out a staggered breath and the smell of her coffee hit me. i was suddenly aware of how close to her face i was. I’m not sure when, but at some point, i had begun to lean into her as she had me mesmerized. i swallowed hard, blinked a few times, and straightened myself out turning away from her awkwardly- but not before i caught a glimpse of her blushing, looking down at her coffee smiling.  I couldn’t bring myself to do much else other than stand there fidgeting with my earring. After what seemed like the longest 2 seconds of my life passed, it was her who broke the silence.

“um..anyway, what are you doing out here sir?”. I turned to look at her, then down at myself, and i sighed as i let my head and shoulders drop. i hadn’t noticed until now, but i was as soaked as she was. i had a thin, black, long sleeve shirt that was clinging on to my skin and my jeans felt heavy with all the water they had soaked up. i went to rub my hair, my fringe was stuck to my forehead, it felt like i just got out the shower. i laughed a bit bitterly at myself. “what, what is it?” she asked. i looked at her and grinned.

“i was actually on my way out and saw it was raining...i was going to go back and get my umbrella but...” i let my sentence end there and just shrugged. 

“oh...oohh..”As she started to realize it was her fault i didn’t need the umbrella anymore, we both started to laugh. “I’m sorry sir i didn’t mean to keep you..ugh now look at you” i waived off her worry and just shrugged again.

“it’s only a little rain. come on, I’ll walk you home.” she smiled and nodded.

I dont remember what all was said on that short walk to her place, what i do remember though was how i felt. before that moment, all i wanted to know about her was how she would feel when i touched her, what her lips would feel like against mine, i wanted to explore all her body had to offer. But suddenly things were different now. As we walked along-and in between catching the other starring- i started to think differently. i wanted to know more about her. i wanted to explore her MIND. This person who i always called dumb or an idiot actually had me wanting to know more. What did she think about music? would we like the same songs? Does she like MY music? And the fact that her opinion of me mattered was different in itself. I wanted to know her opinion of a lot of stuff. i wanted to know what made her mind tick. what makes her mad? what makes her sad? whats her favorite food? can i take her to eat it? what makes her happy? i hoped it could be me..

[beyondtheborderridiculous]

Just finished watching vld season 2

AND IM SCREAMING!!!! Spoilers ahead so don't read if you haven't watched the whole season yet. I just need a place to fangirl about this. So please bear with me. I can't believe I watched this one sitting instead of sleeping. I'm dying. Let's talk Keith. He's my baby, my fave, so a whole season that's mostly centered around him? I'm so down! Right from the get go we finally delve into his "mysterious past." It's confirmed. He's galra, but he also isn't purple, which, I'm personally happy for? Like, I love all the fanart and fanfics but I don't think it would make sense for him to suddenly turn purple. It's funny because he and Hunk were joking around (kind of) about it. We get to see his dad, and we know that it's his MOM that has some sort of galra connection. Since a lot of fanon was Thace being Keith's dad, it's pretty interesting that it was the mom. But we don't even know how much galra he is though, so that's a bit disappointing. AND HE GOT TO MEET THACE!!! "It was an honor to meet you." I'm crying. Like Keith baby, you're not just an emo kid, you have so much depth and I love it. But wow, I can't believe they killed of Thace so quickly... or did they? But dude, this season they did not play around. There was so much death and torture! It's not explicit, but I was really surprised how dark they went here. Like wow. The Galra empire is super evil. With a side of boot licking commanders, haha. But I love how it's Keith who is trying to humanize the galra. Like yes, Shiro was the one to find the first rebel (I forgot his name sorry) and advocate for him, but as soon as Keith became suspicious of his heritage, he kept connecting to how it's possible that not all galra were evil, even when his team looked at him like he was crazy. The reveal was a bit anticlimactic in my opinion. Like, there wasn't a lot of angst on Keith's part I believe? Like there was a lot of frustration and desperation to know the truth, which is definitely a lot different from fan fiction, where he is im denial or self loathing. But instead he really embraced it which was an interesting twist, not what I expected. The rest of the Paladins seem to take it well, which was surprising too, since there's usually a lot of mixed reactions in fan fiction (this is turning out to be a comparison between what happened in season two and most fan fiction predictions which wasn't intended but oh well). They all seem to accept him for who he is, all except for Allura. Which is interesting because I don't think Coran really cared. But Allura was really harsh towards Keith, surprising since they had their bonding moment (I'm sure the Kallura fans are rejoicing) right before their reveal. But I really appreciate showing the theme of prejudice and maybe even racism within Allura, who is one of the good guys. It's a good thing that she overcame it for Keith in the end (I'm sure the Kallura fans are squeeling at the hug. I was laughing because of the way Allura hugged him. It was such a strange way to initiate a hug, lol. But it was cute, I admit) but it's nice to show that the good guys are flawed too. Something that I noticed was the Keith was thrown into space a lot, and each time Red came to save him. Like... I think she saved him almost half the season. It's strange, because I don't think the other lions did it for their Paladins, granted that no one else was really hurled into space but still. And all of the Paladins got an upgrade on their lions, except for Keith. Like, does that mean anything? And does Keith have the strongest bond with his lion, or his lion just the most overprotective? Like, she attacked the rebel base because Keith was in distress! He wasn't rolling around in space yet! It might not even be an important detail but I can't help but wonder if the directors are going to go with that somewhere. And oh ho ho foreshadowing. Shiro doesn't die/disappear/gets captured this season. ITS FOR THE NEXT ONE LOL THE STUDIO TROLLED US ALL. But seriously. There was so much Shiro and Keith bonding!!! They definitely care for each other. Keith really looks out for Shiro's wellbeing, and look at the desperately he ran towards Black, and Shiro was the one that Keith wanted to see during the trial for the knife. Shiro also trusts Keith a lot and noticed when Keith was stressed out. BUT THEY DIDNT SHOW THE BACKSTORY BETWEEN THESE TWO SO IM CRYING. I'm crossing my fingers for season three. There's a lot of glimpses of Keith potentially leading voltron too. In the first episode, he was able to pilot Black. Granted it was for the sake of Shiro, but still. He was able to do it. I feel like that's huge because each paladin has a special connection to their lion. Since Keith could pilot Black (that one time) it really makes me question his bond with Red. There was no special bonding moment between him and Red, no new unlocked power. But like I mentioned before, Red is super protective. And in the last episode, when Shiro is down for the count for a few moments, Keith took charge. And I have a feeling that now that Shiro is gone (I hope it's just a temporary thing) Keith will really have to step up. But is he ready? I don't even think he wants to. Every time Shiro mentioned Keith leading, Keith was like nope! It could be because Keith didn't want Shiro gone, but also he may not like the responsibility of leading others. He's pretty independent and likes to make his own decision. He stated back to the rebellion commander (I don't remember his name either), that no was commanding/ordering him to sneak into Zarkon's fleet. He's just going to do it. Like. Keith, baby. You have a tendency of going on suicide missions. (On a side note, I found it interesting that Hunk is the one who's assigned to the most dangerous missions. I wonder if there's a reason for it.) Keith had a bonding moment with everybody except for Pidge and Coran. Which is highly disappointing. There's a lot of fanon of Keith and Pidge being conspiracy buddies and for a moment it seems like they could be, but they are barely togetherrr. I hope that they could bond more in season three. And I love Coran, and I would love to see him make deeper bonds than just with the princess. But holy crap, young Coran, teen Coran, child Coran and baby Coran. I DIED. Moving on away from Keith, out of all the villains I respect Haggar the most. Zarkon was reduced to a character obsessed with Black, which became pretty disappointing since I wanted a more complex villain, but HAGGAR. She definitely cares for Zarkon a lot, to the point that she would betray her own people. (Which I hope is something that Allura will come to terms with. That not all Galra are evil and that not all Alteans are good.) Haggar also did what needed to be done while Zarkon was busy locating the black lion, and even if she disagreed with Zarkon, she did her best to support him, instead of trying to overthrow him. It's clear that she supports Zarkon and his reign, not her own power. Which is kind of cool. And Allura. My girl. You are so strong. Like they totally bamfed you up this season. It's great. I love it. Sorry, going to go back to Keith again, but that galra that he rescued in the belly of the worm. Who was that??? They didn't speak at all, and didn't try to harm Keith in anyway, just took what they needed and ran. I really hope that they come back in season three. And that Keith reunites with them. It's such a slim chance, like that random galra was probably just another random faceless galra but still. Here's to hoping. And Matt. He escaped with the rebellion but I don't think it was the blades of something (I forgot that too, sorry). So who did he escape with? More allies for voltron I presume? I really hope that Pidge could reunite with him in season three. And maybe Keith could reunite with his family too? If they're even alive? Like what happened to his parents? When did he get orphaned? Like, he remembers his dads face, so definitely not when he was an infant, but he had the knife all his life and didn't know why. BUT PRINCE LOTOR IS COMING PRINCE LOTOR IS COMING!!! SEASON THREE I AM SO READY AND IM GOING TO DIE FROM THE WAIT.

[uniformbravo]

talkin abt school stuff, yet again

so i technically really didn’t have to go anywhere today because my only class on tuesdays is the painting one but since i already went to the monday session i didn’t have to show up for the same introductory first day stuff a second time right

so i could’ve just stayed inside of my lovely air-conditioned abode and avoided the 110 degree heat but since i love 2 die i decided to check out the computer art class instead, even tho it was supposed to be my last resort in case i didn’t get into the other classes (which i did, so there really was no need) 

i hadn’t actually registered for the painting class yet because i was waiting for my teacher to get back to me with a new add code so i was just like ok......... im just gonna check out the computer class and if i like it i’ll take that one instead of painting because like

my main issues with the painting class are that it starts so early and that im not all that into painting anyway, right, and the computer class seemed like it might be the perfect solution because 1. it starts at 11:30 and 2. it focuses on digital art programs, which are directly relevant to my interests

but..... i dont think i’ll be taking it..,,.,,..... ahhh

because ok so basically the computer art class is about teaching u how to use adobe illustrator and photoshop, and like yeah those are two very useful programs to know, especially as a digital artist, but like. idk, we started today by messing around with illustrator and the teacher didn’t really.... explain things enough? like he showed us the pen tool and some selection and transform shit, super basic things, but he didn’t really give us a proper tour of the program, it felt more like “here are some things you can make, you can do this and this and this” but he wasn’t very thorough and went kind of fast and mostly was just silently messing around while the rest of us kind of just ended up doing our own thing

and the way he put it was that rather than guide us through the program he wanted to just throw us into the deep end right off the bat and help anyone who seemed to be floundering and boy did i flounder today

i mean overall the way he teaches is probably fine and i’d probably get the hang of it eventually, like today was the very first time i’d ever used illustrator so of course i was gonna struggle, but. it seems like it’ll be more struggle than it’s worth??? like okay, here’s the thing

first of all, when am i ever gonna use illustrator or photoshop outside of this class. i mean, probably if i end up going to art school i will, but that’s not even a definite thing at this point. right now the main art program that i use (or am at least learning) is clip studio paint; adobe programs cost money that i don’t want or need to spend, and honestly, when it comes down to it, if i ever need to learn those programs for any reason i could just look up fuckin youtube tutorials and get all the same knowledge for free and with a more straightforward teaching method

like, this class might be convenient, and i even talked to the teacher at the end about my situation with digital art and what i was hoping to gain from this class, and i mentioned that i usually use a tablet to draw and he was like “yeah we have tablets in here that we rent out to students, we even have cintiqs” like, it would be cool to try out a cintiq right

but then he showed me examples from previous classes of the types of assignments we’d be doing, and just...... they looked incredibly fucking boring ok they didn’t look challenging at all, i feel like the most challenging aspect of the class would be wrestling the program to get it to do what i want, and that doesn’t.... appeal to me at all....... like i think this class would eventually teach me a lot about illustrator and photoshop but i’d be bored to death the whole time and frustrated constantly (and besides i pretty much already know a ton about photoshop anyway?? i mean my version is so basic and watered down but i get the gist of it)

so yeah i think i’m just not gonna even bother with this class, though i feel kind of bad because i got an add code from the teacher and everything,;,,,. i told him i needed time to think it over & decide whether i’d be taking his class or painting but at that point i’d almost pretty much settled on painting,,, i shouldn’t feel bad tho bc im literally just this random student he’ll forget abt in like 2 seconds but i still feel guilty like i Lied by being there or smth

anyway the computer class was a nice fantasy with its connection to digital art and lovely late-morning start time but i guess now it’s time to face reality, break out the art store coupons & set my tuesday-thursday alarm for 6:50 am with the caption “rise and fuckin shine, BITCH” for the next three and a half months oh boy

[sey2017-blog]

// August 18,2017

Hello! Today was my first day of work. Bryan was so sweet and told everyone to tell me goodluck cuz it was my first day. So sweet wow. So i woke up to nomuna's message and bryans message and I actually cried cuz I missed Bryan and Nomuna so much and cuz i was so touched by talking to them as soon as I woke up. It was one of those happy/sad/touching tears haha. I got ready and ate bread and left. Rode the bus like a boss. Got on the subway. Rode for a long time... standing. Lmao for an hour. Got to the next subway, walked to a bookstore to freshen up and went to the embassy. I got my badge and look bad on the picture... sigh I had to sign something special that was obvs written cuz i brought up my independent study. They r uncomfortable w it for security purposes. Then I had to wait for a shuttle to take me to work to another location. I was waiting with a girl i met named jun min. I hit it off with her really hard!!! She is a year older than me i think. We decided to eat dinner together but it didnt work out so we will push it to monday! We are eating our favorite food. She doesnt work in the same office as me, just the same department (public affairs). So we dont see each other at all during the day but I think she will be a good friend nonetheless. I like her a lot 🐻 I walked in the office with her and she was like bye felicia gotta go to my sector and i was like oh and left alone and i was just awkwardly standing there cuz the people seemed like they were having a meeting and this lady kept staring at me and not even helping me and then an intern boy came up to me and greeted me and then those adults turned their attention and they were shook af and forgot i was coming so they were unprepared. Also the two supervisors were on vacation so they did not know what to do with me. Then I went to this desk and this girl was working there. She was... schnazzy. Thats how imma describe her lmao. I asked her a lot of questions and she answered and was nice. Then another girl came and her makeup was soooo american but sje was full korean i was so amazed cuz i had never met someone that did makeup like her in korea. Haha. And then there was this other boy the one who came to talk to me when i first walked in. They asked me a lot of questions and got to know me. They are all older than me. And they gave me advice and stuff. They said i talk super smoothly and drag out my words. Like instead of saying "yes" i say "yeaaas". Lmaoo. The boy asked me if i liked jokes and i said why do u ask do i seem serious to u? And he said yes. Lol. He was super nice and they all asked me how the work was and how it was going and they helped me out and the girl even was like to the boy you really like talking to her huh?!?! It was fun lmao. When i told them i was 21 they were shook cuz they said i look super young. dead. DEAAAAAAD EVEN IN KOREA I HAVE A BABY FACE. BYE. Then i went to lunch with the artist from the smithsonian??? From the states who had just started three days ago, the schnazzy girl and then another american/korean girl. It was a good time and im glad they asked to go to lunch. I started noticing some things that were unfair about how interns were not compensated... but thats for another time. I SWEAR i will write a letter to the ambassador or someone about this intern situation after I am done. It is unfair. Im happy because i think it will be great for networking. The artist i met up with today has my dream job, so i want to talk to him more and keep him in my network. After lunch I went to help the artist do a program. It was a three day long program and the kids came for the first day to make paper characters. I like the artist because hes thoughtful about the impact. First, he said he wanted the kids to be able to make their own choice so he didnt want me leaving characters on tables or assigning them one, but rather lay them out for them to choose. Next, he said he tried to find good female role models but all of the superheroes turned out mostly naked or with big boobs and he said he didnt want that to be the way strong female roles have to be represented. Wow. And then after he said it bothered him how korean moms were doing all the work for the kids. Yes. Those moms were doing all the cutting and gluing and would snatch it out of their kids' hands. He said some of them were scary too. Its a big culture shock and really speaks to the education style of korea. Afterwards the day was almost over. I was working with a nice boy intern during the workshop and we talked a little. He is super nice and a little more relaxed and mature than the first boy. He is so nice!!!!! Wow!!!! I asked for his name twice - once from him and once asked another person what his name was... i forgot his name already..... i know it had hon in it... it was like minhun or something. I forgot. Im so bad with names. He calls me Miss Seyoung which i really like noone ever calls me miss!!! Wow i feel schmancy. Soon the other interns except for him will leave so it will be just me and him doing ALL THE JOBS and im not looking forward to it as much. I have two more weeks with the other interns. Then more interns will come and i will be the one to school them. Today the oldest intern pulled me aside and basically told me I got roasted today by some adults cuz i didnt greet them. Korea is wild. I dont know u so i didnt say hi and yall didnt even look my way so i didnt say hi but some of the adults went up to the most experienced intern and asked her how i can be rude and (basically) to keep me in check. I was like........ YALL KOREANS NEED TO CHILL LMAO I LITERALLY DONT KNOW WHO IS WHO. they were tripping hard. I thought this was a really odd thing, but apparently its normal for people to get petty about that shi# especially to interns according to my aunt. Literally... **rolls eyes** Good news: even though I started on the 18th of August, i only work until february 1st. So I do not have to work 6 months!!!! I work... 5 months and 2 weeks! Doable! :) Also we are in another office space rn because they r renovating our studio. But afterwards we will have a VINYL cutter and we have 3d printers and everything!!!!! Im so excited!!! Next week i am shooting video footage of the workshops and editing, and i am gonna be taking pics of the kids and then being a part of the workshops. I think it should be fun. Im happy and excited to go back already.