#lua!

[eoieopda]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE BABY, here have some flowers 💐

here i come with a humble request 🫡

i was thinking of a hobi + secret relationship trope... maybe smutty too if you're up for it lol 👉🏽👈🏽

can't wait for the drabbles you're gonna write omg 😭🤲🏽

what lua wants, lua gets 🫡 tbh i think this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written, so tysm for unwittingly setting that stage 🫣

the one where hoseok plays with fire

pairing: degenerate!hoseok x afab!reader type: (d) angst, smut (18+) | wc: 1.6k au: secret/forbidden relationship, rival gangs, romeo & juliet kinda vibes 🤫 cw: acknowledgement of membership in street gangs but just to explain the dynamic (no depictions of gang activity); minor threat (not the band, just the potential consequences of their actions); public (ish?) sex; unprotected p in v penetration; not much in the way of foreplay because i’m operating under a word limit, lol; biting, a lil bit; gratuitous imagery of hoseok wearing chains 🫣 a/n: this popped into my head while listening to $20 by boygenius on reeeeepeeeeaaaaat. def check out this song (and the record!) there’s a direct quote from the song in the dialogue, btw. credit for that bolded bit goes to julien thee baker.

There’s a decommissioned junkyard outside of town. It sits within a constellation of run-down warehouses and empty parking lots, and has a gravitational pull all its own. Finding it doesn’t take much, just fifteen minutes on the expressway, two turns at perpetually-blinking traffic lights, and a specific strain of desperation not many will ever know the likes of. It’s desolate and depressing, but despite all that, it’s a sanctuary.

A hill to die on.

You’d spent more time there lately than you’d ever be free to admit. A veritable coffee stain on a map, you’re not sure that its existence on that side street was anyone’s conscious decision. Likewise, you can’t say for certain that the drop of its name would mean anything to anyone. It means everything to you, however, so asking after recognition isn’t a risk you’re willing to take.

You’re risking enough as it is.

As is usually the case, you’re the first to arrive. When you do, you ignore the dirt that kicks up with every step and swirls around your bare ankles; and you keep walking until you reach your usual perch. The bare-bones, American-made t-top sits where it seemingly always has: on cinder blocks. It’s older than you by thirty years or so, but it groans with vigor when you grip hard to the frame, slide your foot over the exposed wheel hub, and hoist yourself onto the hood.

The bare skin on the back of your thighs is chilled instantly by the paint-chipped metal below you. It loses more and more of its smoothness the longer it sits out, exposed to the elements, but then again, so do you. Maybe that’s why this spot is a hard-fought favorite of yours.

Your crows’ nest, your perfect vantage point. A place to sit and play look-out while your eager eyes scan the driveway ahead.

You hear him before you see him, but that’s purposeful. Hoseok kills the headlamp on his motorcycle before he comes anywhere near the junkyard — just in case, baby. The rumble of his four-stroke engine is one you can feel in your stomach long after he shuts it off. Even when he parks that pristine, second-hand Hyosung somewhere only he’d be able to find it again. Still, when he finally steps under the yellow glow of the street lamp — your only source of light, save for the moon — and he’s all you see.

Hoseok keeps his pace casual as he makes his way to you, but his anticipation is visible in his posture. He’s swallowing words, based on the blatant twitch of his jaw. Always clenched to keep from calling out to you, as if the abandoned area wasn’t chosen for its ability to keep your secrets.

With much more ease than you, he jumps and pulls himself up to the car hood to meet you. The metal creaks under the weight of his body, but when it hovers over you, it’s a sigh of relief. A millisecond can’t pass by before he cages your head in between his arms — palms pressed against the dusty windshield — and swoops down to capture your kiss.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your lips. His tone is low, hushed, and yet still sandpaper-course in a way that screams I mean it. The distance at which his limited words keep you is contrary to the way he holds you — close to the chest like your feelings are as fleeting as moments like this, gently as if you’ll break apart in his hands.

Like he loves you.

Your fingers instinctively thread themselves in his wind-swept hair — no helmet, no surprise there — and now it’s his turn to sigh. Hoseok tries to pull away, likely to gaze at you the way he always wants to, but you claim his bottom lip between your teeth and refuse to let him — this — go.

It sounds so silly without full use of his mouth:

“Baby,” he warns.

You release him with a smirk, brushing the tip of your nose against his. There’s enough fondness in his eyes to drown in and you would, in a heartbeat, if time was ever on your side.

“Good girl.”

The delicate, cuban-link chain around his neck glints in the half-light. Little slivers of silver dance across your own collarbone as it sways in the space between your bodies. A little constellation, guiding you North from your southside trap to a home you can’t have.

You, who can never seem to leave well-enough alone, run the thin, interlocking rectangles between the tips of your thumb and middle finger. You know you shouldn’t, but you pout, “You’re late.”

Hoseok’s expression says more than he does. You hear, “I know,” but you see, “I didn’t have a choice and I never will.”

He grunts when he sits up onto his knees. Wordlessly, he spills over your side and collects into a puddle in the space next to you. Once he settles, he stares up at the sky. You know he’s focused on something even further away.

“Did someone follow?” You ask gently.

Hand slipping easily into his, your fingers interlock. Links in a chain. Never an accessory to be worn in public.

Hoseok’s mouth pulls up slightly at one corner; and you know what that looks means. It means twenty minutes down the drain, shaking a tail before he can make his way to you. It means that, next time, you may need to find a different hiding spot.

The arm furthest from yours is draped over his abdomen. He moves it, and you move to hover in the space he’s cleared for you. Anchored with your knees on either side of his hips, you cup his jaw with the hand not holding his. For you, he lets himself soften, leans into the warmth of your palm.

You don’t normally say the obvious out loud, but reality doesn’t always stay in the cage you try to lock it in. “We’re playing with fire.”

“In another life,” Hoseok replies wistfully while his fingernails scratch — affectionately, teasingly, cautiously — down the expanse of your bare thigh. “We were arsonists.”

When he kisses you a second time, it’s enough for you to forget where you are. No longer in a junkyard on the outskirts of town, no longer on opposite sides of a line in the dirt, no longer trying to shove flowers into the front of a shotgun.

It’s enough.

It’s routine. You hike up the hem of your dress while he unzips his black jeans. Those are pushed down while your thong is pushed to the side; and so is the thought that this is the most of him you can have. You don’t get all of him, can’t lave your needy tongue over all of him, because it’s not safe to love him with all the layers cast aside. It’s practical, promotes a quick getaway in the event one is needed.

It’s enough, you think again, like repetition will make it true.

It’s perfect. Both of you keen when he enters you. Your thighs tremble; your walls grip him tight as they reacclimate to the stretch his cock demands. Hoseok notices your rapid blinking when you settle down on him. He knows without having to ask, kisses you through an ache that isn’t physical at all. It, like him, stays where it’s kept: in the left side of your rib cage.

“Shit,” he grunts. “Feel so perfect, baby — fuck.”

You roll your hips against him, taking him all the way and dragging the curve of his cock over that secret spot inside you. Aren’t they all? His fingernails leave impermanent, crescent indents in your thighs. You try not to care that the moon looming overhead is unapologetically full — and present every night.

There’s a newfound desperation in the way Hoseok clings to you. He digs the heels of his boots into the Stringray’s hood, hands pulling you down onto his cock while he fucks upwards into you. It drives him insane when you swirl your hips with him buried inside you, so you do, smirking like the devil.

You burrow into his neck to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on any hint of skin you find. As you do, your fingers return to his hair and tie themselves off. If you chain yourself to him this way, maybe you can stay this way.

A quick nip at his neck unearths a groan that makes your cunt flutter around him. Tragically, no sign of you or your teeth is left behind on the side of his throat. Still, you kiss it better, whispering, “Could fuck you like this forever, baby.”

“Oh, my love,” his breath is hot against your ear when he chuckles darkly, “You hear the way your pussy is gushing all over my cock? You won’t last forever.”

His thrusts deepen. Hoseok is dead-set on unraveling you, thread by thread.

“In fact —”

Your teeth pinch his lobe. Hoseok snaps his hips forcefully in response, and your gasp echoes over the rusted squeak of a worn-out suspension. It briefly overpowers the muted slap of his pelvis colliding with the underside of your thighs. It doesn’t compare with his breathless laugh, though, not by a long-shot.

“Little vampire,” he chides you with a grin that takes effort. You mewl when his fingertips press bruises into the flesh of your ass. “Don’t think you’ll last another minute.”

Hoseok is a lot of things; and while frustrating is one of them, wrong rarely is.

It’s white hot, the uncontrolled pleasure burning through your core, and your vision matches when your wildfire orgasm ignites. Fingers searching for purchase grip tight to his jacket. Your heavy head dips forward as you cry out. Like always, you fall apart at the seams over him.

Slumped against him, he envelopes you in his arms as he fucks straight through your high and into his. Spent in every way that matters, you can’t fight off the sob that starts in the pits of your chest and crawls out of your mouth. The shiver down your spine can’t be blamed on the wind.

“Hey,” Hoseok murmurs, petal soft, “Baby, no, don’t cry.”

He takes your face in your hands and leaves you no choice but to look at him. With concern wearing creases into his forehead, he smatters kisses on every part of your crestfallen face. He whispers promises between each as he goes.

It’s okay — We’ll figure this out — I love you — We’ll be alright, you and me — I love you.

And even if it’s not all true, it’s enough.

Enough to keep you going.

Enough to glue your broken pieces back together.

Enough to keep you both from noticing the faint hum of an engine in the driveway.

[kithtaehyung]

hey bb! could u help spread this esim campaign that's been going on on armytwt?

palestinians are suffering through another blackout, and esims offer them a chance to contact their families and tell ppl what's happening. the thread has all the info.

https://twitter.com/ARMY4Palestine/status/1736016952424825323?t=N-zwsz9iftUGReaAVEfJyA&s=19

yes, lua, here is the link to the thread! one of the replies has a tiktok showing the process, as well.

[threetangerines]

prompts ↠ sibling and i guess water and sunlight too

summary ↠ in which you and your brother want to seize the sunlight.

note ↠ i watched a rub cleaning asmr for this lol.

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“You should be ashamed of yourself.” You tease, kneeling beside your brother and taking the brush from his hands. “A fucking grown ass man who can’t srub for his life.”

  “I know how to scrub.” He protests. “You just a hater.” 

  “You’ve been in the same spot for ten minutes now, man.”

  “No harm in being thorough. My rugs will be cleaner anyway.”

  “You have to finish one for that, you know.”

  “Shut up.” He mutters, but you can see the corner of his lips curving up slightly. “You so mean.”

  “And you’re such a fool sometimes.”

  “Pretty much all the time, I’d say.”

  It’s not uncommon for you to think about Yoongi’s voice. Sometimes, missing him takes your mind to a weird guessing game of what he’d say or do in a situation. So, now, when his unmistakable deep tone sounds from behind you, you almost dismiss it, assuming you’ve reached yet another level of longing.

  Your brother does turn though. 

  “Really, man?” He rolls his eyes. “You siding with her?”

  You blink, twisting your body and meeting a very real Yoongi leaning against the door to the kitchen as he regards your brother with a sly smirk.

  It takes no longer than a second of seeing him for a smile to blossom on your face. He looks so fucking good — as he always does — and your expression drops just a slightly when you fight the urge to close the space between you and greet him with a kiss.

  “Need no context for that.”

  “You came here to annoy me with her?”

  “No. I came ‘cus you invited me.”

  “Oh,” your brother frowns, before realization washes over him. “Oh! Shit, man. Forgot about that, I’m sorry.”

  “No worries.” He steps into the backyard, rolling his sleeves up. “What y’all doing?”

  “Cleaning the rugs.”

  “Well, I’m cleaning the rugs. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing.” You tease, earning a chuckle from Yoongi.

  “I’m trying.” You laugh when your brother pouts. 

  “Knowing you, that just means your sister might appreciate some help.” You nibble at your bottom lip, a large smile threatening to betray your definitely misplaced excitement as Yoongi approaches you two.

  “This is not fair.”

  “I’m just sayin’ that maybe there’s a reason why I never invite you over anymore. You just messy, dude.”

  Your brother gasps.

  “Fuck y’all.” He shakes his arms frantically to clean some of the soap from his hands before standing up. “I’ll bring my bedroom’s rug and I’ll show y’all what real cleaning is like.”

  He disappears into the house, determination fueling his quick steps.

  Yoongi waits a couple of seconds before he kneels beside you. His hands tilt your chin in his direction and he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle — barely there. Just a soft reminder of devotion and a brush of warmth before he’s pulling away.

  You feel your mind spiraling, and you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around his neck and make up for all the lost time. But your brother’s heavy steps stop you, and Yoongi distances himself right in time for him to burst back on the backyard. 

  “What about we make this interesting, then?” You suggest when he extends his rug on the floor and drops down.

  “How?”

  “The one who finishes last buys dinner.”

  “And who finishes first?”

  “Chooser dinner.” Yoongi shrugs.

  “Oh, you’re in too?”

  “Fuck yeah, I wanna beat your brother’s cheap ass, make him treat me something real nice.”

  “Cheap? Sorry who got you those dunks you’re using, again?”

  “You think I don’t know you split with her?”

  “Ohh,” your brother narrows his eyes, “it’s on, bitches.”

  And it feels nice. As Yoongi gets a rug of his own and starts cleaning with you and your brother — trying to make the most of the sunlight before it gets dark — you feel like you could get used to this. To his ease teasing, to your brother’s relaxed laughter and the way it just feels right to be with them like this. And you can only hope your brother feels the same. 

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note ↠ i know it's pretty simple ok, but i really just wanted to participate! i hope you like and feel like i made them a bit of justice 😭

[forcheol]

hi hani i missed u 💔💔 but for some reason i was too shy to talk to you, hope you accept this as an apology

LUAAA I MISSED U TOO omg don’t be shy to talk to me 🥹🥹

also those pics of him 🙁🙁 he’s so cute i love him thank you for that i accept ur apology 🫶🏼

[aesrot]

shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

Astronomer Jan Koet captured this video in 2007 of Saturn appearing behind the Moon.

[luasworks]

*taps microphone* testing, testing !! i present… my thoughts…

Laswell had to ban the 141 from playing both Uno and Monopoly as one snowy Christmas day, insults were being thrown left right and centre because Gaz placed down a +4 on top of Ghost’s +4, resulting in Soap squealing like a child saying stuff like…

“YE CANNE FUCKEN DO THAT, YOU WALLY”

causing Laswell to just take the deck away from them and hand the monopoly box to Price as she locks the Uno card away in the no-no cabinet.

monopoly was even worse than Uno as before the game even started, they were all arguing about who gets what piece.

ghost: “i want the car”

gaz: “fuck off, it’s mine”

price and laswell: “stop arguing”

soap: “i’m the wee ducky”

eventually after no less than 10 minutes of arguing, Kate lost her shit and took monopoly away too resulting in a permanent ban of the games and the four men trudged their way to the living room to watch Arthur Christmas while mumbling things about each other

[comagaeze]

Vino Li

[sweetkikis]

Just because I can’t go out for Halloween, doesn’t mean Lua won’t 🥺😭💖

[eoieopda]

jade, im almost sure ive asked this before, but what's your favorite fic of yours? if its too hard, do you have your fave fics per member? 🤨

hi, i love you!!! and AH. okay, favorite fics of mine per member…

namjoon: aphelion. i don’t think i’ve ever worked harder/longer or put more of my heart into anything i’ve ever written 🫣 v proud of it.

seokjin: meet me at the bar. kinda self-explanatory and also very self-indulgent, lol. t’was a graduation gift for my beloved @yoongiphoria because i know bar prep is a gd monster and 1) wanted to give her a lil seokjinnie, as a treat; and 2) needed a place to rant about how stupid that whole exam concept is.

yoongi: foresight. it’s the start of the darksided cinematic universe, but i wrote it after darksided & blindsided, and i’m just really proud of it, lol.

hoseok: i think you’ve read most of my hobi stuff already, but ?? it’s a tie between the one where hoseok plays with fire and liar, liar! tbh, the hobi stuff i’ve written is most consistently the stuff i’m happiest with. idk why, but i really love writing hobi.

taehyung: reckless serenade, which is a spin-off sequel to this drabble. i never write about adultery, but this taehyung made my brain go brrrrtttt 😵‍💫

jimin: the one with jimin and the boomerang! this one is v special because i wrote it for @jihopesjoint and she is v special, lol.

jungkook: i’m torn. the one i had the most fun writing is the one with jungkook and the sharpshooter just because it was different than what i normally do. i also like the one with jungkook, the weekender, and the impossibilities because ghandi said “be the jungkook angst you wish to see in the world” and i said, “bet.”

[kithtaehyung]

@luaspersona you made me cry with your anniversary ask, lua. i’ll respond properly when i get the chance but just,, just know that you said exactly what i needed to hear. thank you. so, so much.

[threetangerines]

yoongi climbing up reader's window like

LMAOOOO LUA I LAUGHED

[forcheol]

look how scoups looks cute here haniiii ^^ you might get shocked/flustered at how big his body has become (his words, not mine!), but thats okay rightt??

WHAT THE HELLLL LUA. i saw this and screamed about it so not much of a shock but honestly every time i see him I START MISSING HIM SO NOW I’M MISSING HIM

And omg he’s gotten so big YEAH HIS WORDS WHEN I READ HIS CAPTION I WAS LIKE 😵😫😫 bro he’s so fine i cannot do this i’m not his strongest soldier 😫 HIS HANDSSSS i wanna hold them so bad 💔

i feel like calling him my little egg every time i see him with a beanie he’s SO cute my baby 😭🫶🏼

[sunnylua]

Boyfriend thoughts | Fushiguro Megumi

Thinking about bf!Megumi who is serious most of the time, but will have a slight smile on his lips when you’re around.

Bf!Megumi who hates blushing, but can’t help it when you compliment him. Even worse when you kiss his cheek or his lips <3

Bf!Megumi who hates having a curfew meaning that he has to leave your dorm at 10 p.m. (and who sneaks out of his dorm when everyone’s asleep just to go cuddle you<3)

Bf!Megumi who looks like he hates physical contact but is the biggest fan of it. Constantly resting his head on your chest while you cuddle and wrapping his arms around you. And loves giving you kisses all over, and falls asleep when you run your fingers through his hair.

Bf!Megumi who never let’s your hand go when you’re in public places. Wanting to be close to you all the time (and also so everyone can see that you’re his<3)

Bf!Megumi who let’s you patch up and cleans his wounds after he comes back from a mission, melting at your gentle touch, paying no mind to your scolding about how he should be more careful, looking at you with a smirk (he finds it really cute that you care for him)

[aesrot]

absolute fav thing to do is make people infodump to me. they call me the enabler, i say "show me your autism, boy", and they oblige happily

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

 Moon & Jupiter - and its largest moons.

Credit: Jordi L. Coy