#sweet beans I luv him

[earthbaby-angelboy]

pinky promises | little!reader x 70s!cg!elvis (wc: 1,435) - A/N: I know, it's been forever, but I didn't want to leave you guys high and dry. so, enjoy a sweet fic about E and his baby who absolutely does not want to sleep. btw this is defo not proofread so sorry in advance! <3

It was 11:30 at night, and you knew damn well that you should've been sleeping some odd couple of hours ago. But lo and behold, your insomnia just wouldn't let you. The bigger problem wasn't necessarily that you couldn't sleep, it was that you had gotten into the habit of refusing to let yourself sleep.

Tonight was one of the nights where your brain just wouldn't stop going. All the lights in your room were on, there was a record spinning, and you were doodling random things on a spare piece of paper. You couldn't stop thinking of all the things going on in your personal life, with the main thought being that you weren't doing enough for the people around you. You were well aware that not sleeping wouldn't help the crappy emotions bubbling up, but at the same time, you felt like you didn't deserve to rest. As you laid on your bed and doodled mindless shapes, you couldn't help but wonder: "why does he keep me around?"

You'd lived with Elvis for a long while now, and it was a far cry from the life you came from. You grew up doing everything and then some. And now, you had people doing it all for you; there was always the maids running around the house, completing the housework and tasks that needed to be done. There was Mary, who was always cooking whatever you or E would request. And of course, there was the Mafia, who were always scrambling to complete whatever task their boss had requested of them. This left you with lots of free time. Most of it was spent with Elvis, galavanting on whatever adventure he had thought up, but quite a bit of it was spent in your own head. You felt guilty, like you were mooching off of the man you loved so dearly. Between those thoughts and the busyness of your life, you had pushed your regression to the back-burner of your brain; you already felt guilty that Elvis had to support yet another person in his life, nevermind a little with lots of emotionally demanding needs. No, you couldn't do that to him, but a small part of you knew it was (almost) inhumane to be doing this to yourself.

Your regression was something incredibly dear to you, and your boyfriend understood this fact very well. The last time you had genuinely regressed was months ago, and you denying yourself your biggest coping skill was killing you internally. Elvis had tried mentioning the subject once or twice, but was quickly shut down by you. You couldn't bear talking about it, knowing that it wouldn't get you any closer to being comforted. Tonight was one of those nights where your brain was screaming, pleading for you to help yourself and just give in. If not to regressing, then to sleep. But no, you were stubborn, you needed to stay awake.

Deciding that you were bored of doodling, you hopped off your bed. You stood up for a minute and swayed where you were standing, confident that you were okay to walk. Your vision began to blur and you could see stars, but you were determined to keep yourself up. Just as you went to take a step, your legs gave out from beneath you. You yelped the second your body hit the floor, more from shock than from pain. As soon as Elvis heard the thump from downstairs, he ran as quickly as he could from the table where all the guys were gathered, up to your bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, he had to take a pause and catch his breath. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, he shook the discomfort away and kept on going towards your room. Swinging the door open, his eyes darted around the room before landing on you, sprawled out on the floor, panting. As you locked eyes with him, he spoke, "nungen, what're you doin' on the floor?"

You looked around, as if trying to figure out where you were. "I…I don't really know. One minute I was fine, but just as I went to get up, my vision went all fuzzy. Now I'm here." You gestured around you with a dry laugh.

Elvis looked around your room; seeing the record spinning and realizing that your lights were on, he asked the obvious.

"You keepin' yourself up again?" Your eyes dropped to the floor, and a small sense of shame filled you as he caught you in the act.

"Elvis, I've told you. It's never enough."

He knew you'd been struggling recently, both with your sleeping patterns and your mental health. You had become increasingly more agitated with him, refusing to let anyone help you with even the most mundane tasks. You had pushed him away, both physically and emotionally. He had an inkling why, and although it hurt, he wasn't going to steer you into even more discomfort.

Disagreeing with your sentiment, he shook his head as he moved to help you stand. Putting his hands beneath your arms and lifting you up, you got a pang of comfort in your chest. For just a moment, you felt like his baby, the little girl you would always be to him. But as if it was planned, the feeling dissipated and was replaced with that same shame you had felt just moments ago. Once you got your footing, you craned your head up to look at your caregiver.

His hair was tousled, his eyes were soft, and his features held something that could only be described as an air of concern. As your eyes scanned his face, you hoped for something that would break the silence hanging heavy in the air. Elvis, who could read you like a book, pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. And softly, as if not to spook you, asked, "what's goin' on inside that yittle head of yours?"

And that was all it took for the floodgates of your brain to break as you fully regressed within a matter of seconds. Your eyes watered, and before you had the chance to respond to his question, your daddy was pulling you into his arms.

"Daddy," you cried into his chest. "Been needin' daddy, but couldn' ask," you sobbed.

With how you were feeling, this was about all that you could manage to say. But to Elvis, that was all it took for him to make sense of it. You had needed to regress, but didn't want to "burden" him, simple as that. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, and placed his chin on top of your head.

So this is what was getting you so worked up.

"Oh, my sweet girl," he whispered. He couldn't help but tear up as the realization hit him: you thought of yourself as a burden upon him. How could you, the little ray of sunshine that broke through all of the crass darkness in his life, be a burden? "My beautiful baby, how could lil' old you ever be a burden on daddy? You know that ain't true." His voice cracked slightly on the last sentence, making you cry harder.

As much as you believed Elvis' words, you couldn't help but feel a haunting sense of overwhelm; at the love you were receiving or the sudden release of emotions, you couldn't decipher, but it was an amalgamation of feelings that had been longing to escape your little heart.

"C'mon," he spoke, "look at me." He gently pulled away from the hug, and put his hand beneath your chin so as to direct your attention towards him. Seeing the look on your face broke his heart.

"Honey, you don't need to worry about doin' nothin' in this house. You're just a dolly, and dollies don't need to be worryin' about doin' chores or nothin' of the sort. You bein' your cute itty-bitty lil' self is all I need. Can you do that?" He finished off with a small smile. You sniffled, and nodded aimlessly as you went right back in for another hug.

"M' sorry daddy. Buntyn's feelin' real pitiful tonight," you mumbled into his chest. He stroked your hair as he adjusted his arms around you. "I know, yittle. C'mon. We're gon' have Mary fix you some angel milk, and then we'll get all cozy. How's that sound?" You peered up at him. "Satnin gon' cuddle wit' me?" You asked innocently. He gave a small laugh, and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Satnin will always cuddle wit' his baby. I pinky promise."

[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry's Naked Bum Turns You On /concept/

AN: i asked for people to send in photos of Harry and said i'd try to write a short story inspired by the picture. @abby8694 sent the photo below. so thanks to her for submitting it. also i believe this picture is a l*rry manip so lets pretend its not, okay. okay. enjoy.

This story contains: mentions of naked body parts, playful angst, mentions of sex and masturbation

{ boyfriendrry - softrry - dunkirk harry era }

word count- 403

Harry lays in the bathtub just watching you get ready for bed, but the view of his naked bum sticking out from the water is turning you on. Only problem is, you're on your period and can't do anything about it.

You were in the bathroom trying to do your night time routine while Harry soaked in the bathtub that's located directly behind the double vanity sink. Along with your dog Roxie sitting by her father beside the tub. You would have joined your boyfriend in the warm bath but you were unfortunately on your period.

As you stood at the sink applying your facial creams, you hear the water sloshing from the tub behind you and glance in the mirror to see that Harry is turning around on his tummy. He lets his arms hang off the end of the porcelain bathtub while his head lays on the side, just watching you get ready for bed.

From your view in the mirror, you can see a sleepy Harry staring at you but also his perfectly round ass on full display. The same ass you love to grab and tease so much during sex. Oh fuck, you're getting yourself turned on and you can't have that when you're on your period.

"Harry!" you groan, actually turning around to see him and not just through a mirror.

"What?" he questions back innocently.

Looking away before you actually have to hop in the shower for a mess free masturbation session, you answer, "Cover your ass up. It's turning me on."

Harry giggles, wiggling his bum a time or two and retorts, "Well would you rather me turn back 'round so you can see m'dick. That also turns you on."

Huffing with frustration, you argue, "Fine, all of you naked turns me on. And I'm on my period so it's making it worse. Just hurry and get out so we can cuddle in bed, please." You finish up the last of your bedtime routine and march right out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Roxie following behind you.

Right as you get all comfy in bed, you hear Harry say from the bathtub, "Fine, m'gettin' out. But if you want some privacy to flick the bean you have about three minutes until I'm in there." You gasp at how out of pocket that last sentence was, him knowing you can't touch yourself or him even touch you while you're in bed because you'd get blood all over your hands and the sheets.

Though Harry has told you time and time again he's not opposed to period sex, you're the one that has a problem with it.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Annnngsssstttttt, mentions of sexual abuse but nothing is depicted, Steven being the bean that he is, Reader does a smort, knowledge is power, and knowing is half the battle lol

A/N: Finally! Things are falling into place! Will Steven reveal the truth? Nah.

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Chapter 15:

Sphinx of Black Quartz

"Steven?"

Steven winced when you said his name, almost shrunk away when your hands squished his cheeks as you peered into his eyes; your gaze full of confusion, concern and... maybe a little hurt?

"I, uh... well... I..." He blathered, tugging on his sleeves anxiously, his nails pinching the threading in an effort to ground himself.

"Wait, what?" You released his face pressing your finger to the sides of your head as you gawked at him like he'd grown a second head. Not that that wasn't too far off the mark...

Technically speaking, we could be considered Cerberus then, couldn't we? Steven had asked himself.

"No, what?" You asked again, blinking at him as your brain struggled to catch up. One minute, you and Marc and Puck were just relaxing and chatting over some coffee, and then... The moment you got that phone call about the shipment you'd gotten approved for, and then Marc was just... screaming, yelling at the air. "Stay away from her!" He had cried, "She's our friend!"

Did he have a psychotic break? Had something happened on that trip he had taken--

Wait.

The "trip"? Was that even the truth? How was it, that Steven Grant sat before you know, where just moments before, Marc Spector had stood?

"Steven?" You repeated.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed at the lump there, and he nodded, a few stray curls bouncing free as he hunched over a bit on himself, continuing to pluck at the long shirt you'd loaned him.

"Y-Yes." He replied softly, his eyes shying away from you. Looking anywhere but you.

He was... he was afraid. Steven was afraid of you?

"I..."

Steven had taken a scant second to lock eyes with you again, taking in the depths of your gaze with lucid intensity--before darting away again.

"Steve." You breathed, rubbing your temples. "I... what? What happened to--did Marc--I... Can you please explain before I have an aneurysm? Did Marc have a psychotic episode?"

"Not... not far from it, actually." Steven mumbled again. His posture stiffened when Puck meowed at him, sauntering up to crawl into his lap, rubbing herself along his chest.

"Oh, hello... who're you?" Steven asked, getting distracted by the furry critter. His hands stopped plucking and tugging on his sleeves in favor of stroking Puck's silky black fur, "You're a sweet one, eh?"

You blinked for the millionth time at him, your brain abuzz with confusion, wanting--no, craving--some sort of explanation. You watched for another moment as Steven was suddenly laser-focused on Puck, speaking softly to the cat, petting her with his shaky hands.

"Steven.." You said gently.

His shoulders jumped when he remembered you were staring at him. "O-oh, s-sorry, luv."

Puck curled up in his lap, loafing as she blinked up at you slowly. Oh, you wished you could read her little kitty mind to hear what she thought of the situation...

Steven swallowed roughly once more, his hands petting Puck again--likely in an effort to relax himself from suddenly being brought to the forefront of this situation. His tongue swept across his lips before drawing it between his teeth; trying to think about where to begin.

"Marc is... W-We are..." He began to murmur, staring intently down at the soft black cat occupying his lap.

"It's difficult to explain, um... But we--Jake 'n me--we... We live in Marc's head. S-Sort of? We--we share the body, we... Uh. B-But it's not all the time, er... Sometimes not all of us are aware of what goes on when one of us is in control of the body, and..." He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead while the other continued to almost frantically stroke Puck.

"Oh, bollocks! We--we didn't want you to find out like this, but Marc..." He hissed out an upset sigh; "He was--he was upset, and... I tried to calm him down from inside, but he just... he checked out, and..."

You stare intently at him, his nervous posture, how he just seemed more... Submissive in the moment. A complete change from the guarded, stiff Marc you'd come to know. And the rather calm and carefree (almost) Jake, at Steven's admission.

Your brain began connecting the dots; one by one. So... Jake had been in control of the body these past few weeks. And... Marc and Steven weren't aware. You remembered how shocked Marc had been when you'd told him about having dinner with Jake in your flat; how Marc--and now Steven--didn't recognize Puck.

You always thought the three of them looked too similar to be triplets--they even had the same scars on their hands.

They "shared" the body. But at times weren't aware what was going on when one of them "checked out", as Steven had plainly put it.

Jake was apparently nowhere to be seen, Steven was trying to be a calming influence on Marc...

"Steven..." You said slowly, watching as his deep, soulful eyes finally crawled up to lock with yours. "Do you--do you have dissociative identity disorder?"

Steven rocked his head back, shaking it slightly as he gawked at you, bewildered, "How do you--"

"I own a bookstore, Steven," You said to him, your voice rather deadpan. "I've definitely read a few of the dozen and a half of the psychology textbooks and studies on psychological disorders."

"Oh... right. Heh..." He coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"So..." You reached out and clasped his fingers in yours, making Steven's heart leap with anxiety once again.

Puck jumped from his lap as you took his other hand, gently guiding him to his feet and leading him back to your sofa. "...explain it to me, okay? If I ask a question that upsets you... please tell me. You won't have to answer it. I just... I'd like to know who I've been making friends with."

Layla groaned as she crawled back through the window, cursing as she bonked her head on the windowsill. Yeah, she had the helmet, but it was still annoying to have her proverbial eggs scrambled.

She spent most of the day hammering down on a cruel scheme begotten by a group of rather cruel landlords and real estate agents--they would find legal loopholes in contracts and leases, they abused the power they held over their tenants--in some cases sexually in return for "breaks" in rent--some, they would evict with little to no reason, sell out the rentals from beneath the feet of others...

Taweret had pleaded with Layla to put a stop to it. Even Khonshu had helped her for a bit, watching from the sidelines and giving his (not really wanted) input. The truth was, it was a sort of criminal gang behind it all, they just paid the landlords and agents to get a hefty chunk of the proceeds from their illicit goings-on. But... somewhere during her mission, Khonshu had left. Taweret had seemed miffed; annoyed that Khonshu would up and leave after being so bothersome and insisting that they "needed his help"...

She arched her back, groaning as the helmet slid away; vanishing to free her curls with a bounce. Pressing her hands against the curve of her spine, she looked around as the rest of her holy garb melted away.

"Marc?" She asked the empty flat.

No answer. Strange. She left him here earlier. He'd expressed no interest in going out today; especially given the weather outside.

Layla pulled her cell out of her back pocket and unlocked it, dialing the boys' phone. As she held it up to her ear, she became aware that the ringtone buzzed from somewhere in the flat.

"Marc?" Layla asked, not hanging up quite yet as she walked through the proverbial minefield of Steven's books, DIY'd desk, past Gus & Co's fish tank... to the bed in the back of the room.

It was made neatly--Marc's habit, definitely. Steven always left the bed in a mess, often forgetting to make it until just before he settled down for the night. Odd, how he would leave it a tangled nest all day and only be able to sleep in it if it were made up just before cosying down to sleep.

She shook her head and furrowed her brows as her eyes settled upon their cellphone, laying tossed at the edge of the bed, ringing.

"Lonely is A Man." Steven's favorite little jingle that she'd be lying about if she didn't say it got caught in her head every other day since coming back to London from doing Taweret's work in Cairo. It annoyed her how often she would find herself humming the tune...

She picked up the phone and hung hers up, sliding it back into her jeans, staring at it curiously as she walked back into the main area of the flat, and into the kitchenette.

She sighed, frowning even deeper. Khonshu's work, no doubt. The old bastard always had something to do with it when Marc (and by extension Steven and Jake) would vanish with no word. But why leave their phone? Did Khonshu have them doing something dangerous? Shady?

"Gods, what have you gotten yourselves into, Marc..?" Layla groaned, pressing her hands to her forehead as she leaned over the counter.

As she opened her eyes, she looked over the granite countertop, staring at the abandoned phone. Something was wrong. Something she didn't quite like. She--

Her long eyelashes batted for a moment, sweeting her cheeks as she tried to fathom what else her eyes had just landed on. Mail. Not just any mail, but bills in Marc's name. The address for some of said bills being...

She and Marc's old address, from when they had been married.

Her fingers quickly snatched up the envelope and used the letter opener to get a look at its contents. As she unfolded the paper, her eyes scanned the writing with lightning efficiency.

It was a receipt. A receipt for paid rent and utilities. Had he really been paying the rent and electric at an apartment he no longer used..? Why? Why wouldn't he mention that?

Taweret suddenly appeared, her ears flopping about in concert, "Layla? Something the matter, m'love? I sensed you were upset."

"Marc is gone. Left his phone." She replied on a mumbled breath as she continued to read through the other receipts, blindly walking through the flat until a sparkle caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.

A keyring. Marc's keyring, glittering under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the flat.

"Layla?"

"He's been paying our old bills, still." Layla further explained, setting the receipt on the end table by the door as she plucked the ring off the hook on the wall.

Her thumb caressed the scratched-up colorful key once depicting a rather cheery cartoon house; faded writing that said "home" at the flattest end of it, making her heart twinge slightly.

Some things Marc just really couldn't let go...

"He must still be doing mercenary work. Or, Jake is at least, to be able to afford both flats on his own."

Taweret frowned, tilting her head to the side, "What are you going to do?"

"Well, I'm going to see if he's been by the place, today... and when I get back--assuming he's back home by then--lecture him for letting me sleep in that sofa of his. I got a crick in my neck from it!"

The goddess giggled, nodding, "Be careful, Layla. Oh! And grab your umbrella!"

The woman grinned up at her, grabbing her scarf Jake had knitted for her, and her coat; before snatching up said protection from the sleet outside, wiggling it.

"Way ahead of you."

"So... Marc was arguing with... one of you?" You asked, your brows pinched as you try to make sense of thr fragmented story Steven was unfurling before you.

"Well, er... kind of. He was having a bit of... panic?" He laughed anxiously, his fingers carding through Puck's fur. The little cat seemed content to let Steven work out his nervous energy by petting her; her silky fur being a very nice texture for his hands to fiddle with while he rambled on for you.

"He has been having a bit of internalized guilt, lately, over... things."

""Things" being..."

"Things that, um..." He scratched Puck's chin as he thought carefully of what to say. He couldn't just spill the proverbial pot of beans to you. Like you'd believe him, anyway. Having cursory knowledge of the psychological... problems that they suffered with was one thing, but he sincerely doubted you believed that Egyptian gods were real, or that they and Layla were Avatars to two of said gods...

"I don't know if Marc would be comfortable with sharing much of it, 'm afraid."

"Does it... have something to do with him being a Marine? I know how common it is for soldiers to develop PTSD." You murmur softly, your eyes casting down into your half-empty mug. You and Steven had switched to decaf tea; the gravity and air inside your flat far too tense for the caffeine-loaded drinks you and Marc had imbibed just before.

Your eyes looked back into his, and, uncharacteristically, Steven was gazing right back, connecting with you.

"Is... that how... you know. You and Jake..?"

Steven shook his head, his curls flopping about, "No, DID sort of... it typically happens during traumatic events during childhood. In some people it isn't obvious until much later, and is sometimes misdiagnosed as schizophrenia or multiple personalty disorder. Marc has just been feeling... guilty, lately. Over people he... couldn't save."

As he uttered that last phrase oh so meekly, you could see that poor Steven was feeling Marc's internalized guilt as well. Your heart broke for them. You reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder, feeling how tense he was.

"Does Layla know?"

"Yes. That's part of why... why Marc has been so upset lately." Steven replied softly, nuzzling into Puck as she stood with her front paws on his soft chest, sniffing at his hair.

"He had an... episode. He woke up and... he was on top of Layla and he was--he was going to hurt her, and--he snapped out of it, but--"

"He feels guilty about it." You finished for him, your heart sinking in sympathetic despair.

Steven nodded and looked up at you, practically hiding behind Puck, "Yeah. Layla told him it was okay, that it happens, but Marc is just so... stubborn. He tries to handle everything himself when it comes to stuff like this; doesn't want the help Jake and I try to give 'im."

"And what does Jake have to say? Is he... listening right now?" You asked.

"No. He and Marc are..." Steven forced out a sigh as Puck settled down again, rolling to show her his belly that he was more than happy to rub for her, relishing in how hard she was purring, the vibration soothing as it thrummed through his hands.

"Sometimes we... we recede into the background. Into our own little "rooms" in the headspace." He explained difficultly, your poor brain trying to follow. "When we're in there, we aren't really aware of what's going on, or even feel each other. It's why I didn't know Marc or Jake existed--why I didn't know the body wasn't actually mine."

"Your headspace is where you share things with each other..?" You tried, tilting your head.

"Yes! Well, in basic terms. It's... I don't know how else to explain it to you, I'm afraid." He muttered awkwardly, poking at Puck's toe beans one by one.

"That's okay... I think if you try to explain anymore my head is going to explode." You chuckle softly, sipping at your tea.

Steven finally cracked a smile.

"It is quite a lot to absorb, innit?" He asked you, smiling a bit wider as Puck grabbed his hand with her paws and tugged it closer to her body.

You smiled affectionately as Puck seemed so intent on helping Steven relax, pulling out every ounce of cute feline charm her tiny body could muster. "Puck really likes you guys... Y'know when she first met Jake she snatched his glove and ran off with it? Stuffed it right into her little cubby where she hoards her toys I keep buying for her."

"Oh, no!" He laughed quietly, booping Puck on her little nose.

"Mhmm... that's kind of why I named her Puck." You explained, setting your mug onto the coaster on your coffee table.

"After the trickster fae from A Midsummer Night's Dream?" He grinned widely.

His knowledge of folklore didn't surprise you one bit; you nodded, grinning right back. "She doesn't spoil milk or lead people astray at night... But she certainly has her moments."

Steven sighed, smiling fondly at the fluffy little terror currently occupying his lap, "No, I'd say she does a very good job at bering very sweet when she wants to be..."

A comfortable, pregnant silence stretched between you, only interrupted by Puck's very loud purring. Until, Steven cleared his throat, rolling his shoulder as he looked away briefly.

"So... you invited Jake up here, too..?"

"Oh, yeah. That goof! I walked in on him at the market trying to buy one of those cheap microwave meals!" You huffed, rolling your eyes.

Steven seemed appalled at the news, but not at all surprised, "He didn't!"

"Nope, 'cause I didn't let him." You told him, "I finished my shopping and dragged his butt back here and made him eat an actual meal."

Steven was quiet for another moment, fidgeting awkwardly in his seat. His face seemed to get a little flush as he cleared his throat once again, the sound rough and forced.

"What's wrong?"

"Jake didn't... oh, bloody hell." Steven wiped a hand down his face, unable to meet your eyes as his face heated up, "Jake didn't... didn't try to... to..."

He swallowed, "...do it with you or anything?"

You could just hear the record scratch on an antique vinyl player as your brain came to a halt. His words sank in, and you couldn't keep down the laughter that bubbled out from inside of you, rocking back onto your side on the cushion as the humor of his question overtook you.

"I--! I'm only askin' because he's--he's kind of done it b'fore!" Steven squawked nervously, confident his face was eight shades of red right now. "Bloke thinks of himself as a bloody Casanova, he does! Damned bellend..."

You giggled again, sitting up to look at him, mirth overtaking the glimmer in your eye, happy the tension in the air was finally alleviated, "No, Steven, Jake and I didn't "do it". We had dinner, and Puck annoyed him for a bit. That's it."

He seemed to deflate and relax at your admission, trusting you wholly, "...Oh. Well, good. We'd rather him not ruin one of the relatively normal friendships we have by... boinking you."

His choice of words once again made you break out laughing, tears burning in your eyes as he floundered about nervously.

"Oh, my god--Steven! What are you, twelve?" You snorted, trying to gasp for air. ""Do it"? "Boinking"?! Pfsh!"

"H-Hey! The more vulgar language is usually Marc and Jake's territory, not mine!" He sputtered. "I try to stay more civilized, thank you very much!"

You snickered as he began to get all huffy, defending his quirky and conservative way of speaking rather haughtily.

"Right... right. Steven Grant, a man of absolute--snrk!--rectitude!" You squeaked, covering your mouth as a tear beaded in one of your eyes.

"Exactly! I'm the most sensible of--" Steven jerked his head to look at you, his mouth open wide.

"Wha--hey! You're still havin' a go at me, aren't you?!"

You just rolled back onto the couch, crying tears of laughter at the absurdity of your day as Steven fretted, muttering under his breath with a faint glow to his cheeks.

Chapter 16: Wahblargh

[hyunsvngs]

what do we think ab dad!skz

i think im extremely hormonal

chan: cutest dad like he’s just made for it!! the type to take them to the beach! i think you’d defo end up having multiple kids with him but he’d LOVE to have a kid he can play sports with. and he’d be so sweet on sports day!! shouting and embarrassing the kid LMFAO but hes just so so soft. christmas day waking up to the kids bouncing on your bed so excited and channie just scoops em up n cuddles them :(( oh my god

minho: the type to plot your downfall with your own child. definitely would be ever so soft if he had a little girl. i think he’d only want 1 or 2 but he’d be absolutely so cute with them!! he’d dress them up in dumb little cat costumes lmfao. also the type to take ur kid out for the day and they’d come back with 2 new cats and ur like ??? but minho’s like our baby wanted more :) when in reality it was him who convinced your child fml

changbin: oh god. those two would be like BALLS of energy!!!! the child would be doing gg dances as soon as it was able to walk ngl. and imagiiine binnie napping on the sofa with the baby curled up on his chest all cute :( he’d be so cuddly with his baby thats HIS baby and you two made that??? fuck?!?!? would luv if the baby looked like you too :(( so fucking cute. i think he’d maybe want a boy & a girl just like him n his sister bc they’re so close :))

hyunjin: finger painting. absolutely finger painting. you would have so many paintings of your baby’s hand next to hyunjin’s, getting bigger and bigger as it grows but never as big as hyune’s :(( andddd definitely cuddles and films in bed with the baby. endless selfies with the baby. the baby in versace clothes. all of these things would happen. annddd imagine he does a huge mural on your baby’s nursery wall :(( fuck. i think he’d want an army of little baby girls that he can dress up tbh

jisung: god i’m going insane so imagine him playing guitar with ur baby on his lap. he’s so the type to have the baby wear a matching bucket hat to him. also the type to text you when you’re out like “babe… so small… the baby’s so small…” and you’d just be like well yeah sungie? that tends to be the case? LMFAO. the baby would be so well dressed too. i also think jisung’s the type of dad to carry the baby around in a baby carrier on his back LMFOAHDJG. he’d def def want a kid he can teach guitar too and is interested in music but also imagine sungie as a dad and his baby painting his nails when it’s old enough:(( he’d LOVE that

felix: y’all already knew i was gonna say this: baking dates with the baby. baking with your lil toddler. ur little bean. they bake u a cake and when u get it there’s loads of little finger marks and ur like ?? and felix is just like well the baby wanted to try… LMFAOJDDJ definitely the type to take your baby to the playground CONSTNATLY and he’d take a million pics of the baby too. sending them to stays on bbl fr. they’d just be spammed with the baby wearing a massive pair of sunglasses or smth

seungmin: says to the baby “go and tell mommy she stinks” and the baby does it. partners in crime. i think he’d want a little boy but also imagine him with an evil little girl fml. his disciple. he’d have the baby in pochacco pyjamas and little bear onesies with the tails. just a little fucking bean. tbh u’d not be able to get a word in to ur baby bc the baby would be SUCHHH a daddy’s boy/girl. worships the fucking ground they walk on fr

jeongin: ohhhhh god. i think jeongin would be SUCH a good dad. i’ve briefly spoken about this before like how i think he’d be absolutely amazing bc he has a younger brother, he just has the natural abilities. carrying the child on his hip 24/7, singing the baby to sleep with a lullaby. cute mirror selfies maybe with the baby wearing innie’s massive shoes :( i KNOW he’d be a good dad.

[jasi-3]

Meet my oc Tin Membrane and his evil grown up version (bec i luv him so much lul)

Tin is Dibs twin.

He has mechanic limbs because he ended up in an accident with a car. His father made him new limbs since his were not usable anymore.

Hes usually a sweet happy bean but at some point he got frustrated and annoyed at the people who just saw him as dibs twin or as a robot which he isnt.

At some point he descidet to change something and show those people he grew to hate that he wasnt like him.

His anger made him get to the stupid descision to make himself into an irken and join the armada but well the tallest werent interested in that anyways.

Since Tin is a danger to himself and others his family keeps him captive in his room till they can change him back to human.

(Man sometimes things sounded better in your head than if ya wrote it doen XD eh whatever lul)

[jdopes-recorder]

Ok imagine felix taking you out to an expensive restaurant (crack)

Btw, my first long post of these things so feedback will be appreciated <33

He told you that he was just taking you for some ice cream

You dress up moderately cuz it's just ice cream

Then he drives right past the ice cream shop and you're like "dude wha-??? "

He drives a bit more and stops in front of a fancy smazy restaurant and gets you out of the car

You're all "LIX YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME LOOK AT HOW I'M DRESSED😟"

And he just gives you his blinding heart melting smile, apologizes and tells you that you look absolutely beautiful and stunning in anything

Safe to say you're all 🥺🥺 and blushing but still a little frustrated

Then you get the menus and you see the prices first obviously and-

HOW CAN ONE PLATE OF FRIES BE 200 LIKE DAMN DO THEY SPRINKLE GOLD ON IT?!?

After a bunch of complaining from you, he makes you order whatever you want and says that he wants to do this for you

And you're like "I love you sm boi but seriously wtf"

You get some noodle thing you can't pronounce but sounds fancy cuz you shouldnt really just get a burger in such a place

You get the fries cuz... Fries

Turns out that noodle thing wasn't all that great and was a little spicy but hey, the chicken in it was pretty good and you got a chance to make a bbokari joke that wasn't taken so well oops-

Then you watch (deathstare) him eat his pasta and prawn until he notices and gives you some cuz he's sweet like that

WHY IS HIS FOOD SO MUCH BETTER

His food is now yours.

You look at the deserts and there's this 70% pure chocolate cake and you decide you'll split that

It looks a lot smaller than expected *cough* that's what she said *cough*

But then you take a bite and it tastes like a cocoa bean took a shit in your mouth, in a good way..... You get it

It's so chocolatey that you feel lowkey sick

You give the rest to him and wonder how he can eat that much of it without feeling sick cuz it's THAT sweet

He takes some photos of you while you die of embarrassment cuz people are looking at you like 🫤

Then you happily take pics if him cuz he's stunning and beautiful and perfect and so freaking adorable you just wanna squish him and stuff him in your pocket like your own personal ray of sunshine and lucky charm

Then you tell him how bloated your tummy is and you don't like it 🙁

And hes all "THAT'S SO ADORABLE AND SQUISHY I LOVE IT STAWPPPP" and will later proceed to take a nap on it like it's his very own pillow

On the way back y'all keep singing(screaming) your fav songs and may have gotten too into it that it almost became a little concert

You finally get to the dorms where you'll be staying the night and you can hear the screaming and chaos from outside

You open the door and see minho chasing hyunjin with tissues in his hand again, chan with his earphones on his laptop (you swear you're gonna steal it someday), han stuffing his face with cheesecake, changbin watching some workout tips videos, seungmin just reading his book and jeongin watching a marvel movie while silently judging them all

The moment he notices you hyunjin runs and shields himself from minho behind you just in time to avoid getting his mouth stuffed

They're all like " HELLO ANYEONGHASEYEOOO" in Jackson style

Then hyunjin is "you guys went and ate at a fancy restaurant without me :((" And starts getting teary and dramatic cuz is he hyunjin if he doesn't?

And lo and behold, from your bag you pull out.....

THE NOODLES YOU DIDN'T LUV AND ABANDONED FOR LIXIE'S FOOD

Cue the praises and crying of joy from hyunnie

They all dig in and kinda like it but they all agree that it was stupidly expensive and you look at Felix like, " SEE BISH I'M RIGHT "

Channie decides to try some and becomes as red as an angry white man in the summer and runs to the kitchen to get milk (that yo daddy never came back with but dw Chris is bringing some for all of y'all)

And then all of you sit down and finish watching that movie with innie and you complete the lines with them cuz you a marvel fan✨

You say goodnight and head to bed (except channie and you are so close to dragging him by the hair and tucking him in bed agressivsely but with lob)

As expected, lixie uses ur tummy as his pillow and is out like a light

You just stare at him like "JLKFHSYFKGHDJH HE'S SO PRETTYYYY" and play with his soft beautiful hair and go to dreamy land

Tagging @sparkystraynger cuz she asked for it and has practically sold her soul by doing so *insert evil laughter*

[mrstsugikuni]

Little Suggestion!!!

What about hashira!kokushibo x hashira!reader (like still in the modern time, but he is not a demon), they are a couple, but all the other hashira hit on her, even with him present (they don't know he is her boyfie, the two keep their relationship a secret as to not get teased and such, though hubby is big mad whenever someone hits on her)...

but she declines their advances everytime, so they get suspicious (like girl?? You single why are you rejecting me and my wives?? -Tengen) and Tengen and Sanemi decide to follow her before a hashira meeting to find out whether she is seeing someone or not.

Only to walk down a corridor of the butterfly estate to find her and kokushibo doing the do against a wall, kissing and loving each other, moaning.. because Kokushibo just came back from a longer mission and she missed him so much she couldn't wait for him to leave the estate after being checked over by shinobu, she was so scared for his safety all the time and just needed to feel her hubby close :(((

Sanemi and tengen just stare in shock, side-eyeing each other with obvious boners cuz of her pretty moans and confessions of love towards Koku, and decide to leave the two to their own devices..

Extra:

*in the hashira meeting*

tengen: suspicious noises I heard there in the butterfly estate earlier, huh? (Stares down Kokushibo and reader)

Sanemi: yeah, very suspicious (Stares even harder than tengen)

Everyone is super confused, until they spill the beans on what they saw and koku and the reader confess to their relationship

-luv, L

OMG MARRY ME 💞💞

Kokushibo is just 🤤 and I have the urge to like just write this like now because of how sweet and spicy this is I am in love with this and will write this I just need to figure out how I'ma start it and I would love to mention you after I finish it so can I please have your username or something? ✨

[dualityvn]

Keith simps be like: “he’s my smol UwU bean I luv him he’s so pretty and sparkly I want him in a skirt and petting puppies and kittens and just being so sweet and caring UwU”

And Tenebris simps be like: “that is My emotional support stinky man, he has teeth and I want him to fucking disembowel me Right Now”

AHAHAHAHA WHY IS THIS TRUE THO

I love you guys, regardless of which one you simp for

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

bruh richard is a good bean who i've always loved seeing on my dash whether it be in threads with us or with mutuals. you write him incredibly personable :'))

What drew you to my OC?: ACCEPTING

II @retrograderesemblance

//WAHHHHH!!! MY HEART IS FULL RIGHT NOW AGJKDHSKJGHSD!!!! THANKS A MILLION FOR THIS SWEET MESSAGE, LUV!!!! IT MEANS THE WORLD THAT YOU LOVE MY BOI CAUSE I ABSOLUTELY ADORE WRITING WITH YOU AND SEEING YOU ON MY DASH! Cant wait for more future adventures and threads thank u sm again for thissss!!!! 💗😍😍😍//

[is-that-the-guy-from-ppg]

What pet names do you and 2D have

Ah man I’ll have to update the list! 💪

I have a list of pet names I had for him when we were platonic, here it is:

-‘D

-Stuey

-Twodee

-Dear

-Luv

-Darlin’

-Stuey Pot

-Pot man

-Blue haired god

-Angel

-My best friend in the whole wide world!

HERES A FEW ADD ONS I SAY NOW BECAUSE WE’RE ROMANTIC! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

-My Love

-Bluebird

-Pretty Boy

-Cutie Pie

-Sweet Pea

-Love of my Life

-Future Hubby

I’m not sure all the names he calls me though, besides green bean and luv, SO GO AHEAD AND ASK HIM!

@blue-haired-zombie

[horrorlove14]

Paralyzed - Tokyo Revengers

Character: Sanzu Haruchiyo

A/N: I got inspired by the song, Paralyzed by LUV SCARS for this song fic which fits Sanzu.

You can listen to the song on YouTube: https://youtu.be/EmK_mFNpH08

Warnings: Mentions of drug usage, addiction, swearing and the untimely death of his SO due to gang violence.

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm gone

Sanzu copes with his grief of losing his beloved SO due to a gang war where they got fatally injured by a rival gang member by taking drugs to numb his pain, resulting in addiction.

Feeling like I'm gone

He feels that a huge part of himself is gone when his SO left the world in such a brutal and untimely manner and dying so young wasn't what he imagined.

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm done

Yeah I'm fucking done

Sanzu has basically shut himself down and stopped caring about everything, resulting in him isolating himself from everyone and the whole world by staying at his apartment and wallowing in his self-destruction.

Why you break my heart a million times

Now you leave me on my own

Ocean eyes riding like wave

Reaching deep inside my soul

During his high, he would have flashbacks to the happy memories he had shared with his SO back from their very first meeting to the build-up of their relationship where he would ugly cry himself to sleep once the high has worn off.

Pop a bean on the weekend

I've been lost got no hope

See no light in the deep end

Drowning me she's so cold

He could never forgive himself for allowing his SO to die in his arms during a gang war where they had been stabbed fatally in their abdomen by a rival member, resulting in rapid blood loss, he tried his damn best to stop it but to no avail.

When their corpse was put into a body bag, his mind just broke and screamed at the top of his lungs, begging them to wake up while his other gang members had to pull him back and tried to calm him down but to no avail.

Paralyzed paralyzed

Name on the grave

Body bag no lie

Paralyzed paralyzed

Calling out your name

Please give me a sign

On the rare occasion, he would leave his apartment to visit his SO's grave with their favourite flowers and sweets on their birthday where he would cry and stay there until nightfall.

His other gang members have been trying their best to help Sanzu with his grief and loss. They are not giving up on him easily and continue to be there for him since they considered his SO as part of their gang family.

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm gone

Feeling like I'm gone

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm done

Yeah I'm fucking done

Choking me I feel numb again

Got no spirit got no pulse

Use to fuck me like you mean it girl

Now all I'm seeing is your ghost

Sanzu would have hallucinations of his beloved SO during his withdrawals as he is convinced that he is seeing their ghost where he cries his eyes out, begging them to forgive him for not being able to save them.

Their figure would gently caress his face, especially his scars and wipe his tears away with a sad smile before fading away into nothing.

Feeling high I've been drinking

I've been lost got no hope

See no light in the deep end

Drowning me she's so cold

Paralyzed paralyzed

Name on the grave

Body bag no lie

Paralyzed paralyzed

Please give me a sign

After they faded away, Sanzu stood in the middle of his living room motionless with tears running down his face, realising the fact he'll have to live the rest of his life without his beloved who was his everything and who made him feel truly alive in this cruel, unforgiving world.

He also sadly realised that he couldn't live without them and cries more over it, begging to see them once again and vows to avenge them.

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm gone

Feeling like I'm gone

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling like I'm done

Yeah I'm fucking done

Paralyzed

These drugs got me feeling fucking gone

Yeah I'm fucking gone

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End of song fic. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

[cinnamondino]

What I think sumeru characters think of you: part 1

COLLEI

Her opinion:

She thinks your really sweet! Your one of her best friends now, you help her calm down when she's really anxious and wants to curl up into A ball a perish from this world your in. She really loves your in a platonic and friend way she introduced you to tighnari and cyno, cyno didn't really like you so there was some rivalry for 4 weeks but you and cyno are good now so ☺. Honestly tighnari is really clingy to you, your fine with it tho collei fine with it to as long as he's not too cling he's okay.

TIGHNARI

His opinion:

He has a lot to say about you but he'll make it quick and short,Your a really good friend to collei which makes him like you more your just perfect in his eyes he does have a crush on you I've spilled the beans he had a crush on you ever since he met you he stole you away from collei for a bit and those were the best 29 seconds on his life before collei came and took you back so her and you could work. He has no plans on telling you he likes you. Yet

CYNO

His opinion:

3 word: HE HATES YOU-

He just doesn't like you rn if he sees you he'll stab you well that is if he ever does....collei took you away right after he stab you with a polearm in your arm he got yelled at and now you keep your distance of him the reason he hates you is because you broke multiple weapons of his when borrowing them he got mad at you and you called him a furry he was offended "do I look like a furry to you?" He hit you with his polearm y'all hated each other ever since if you see each other its gonna turn into a world war :[

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Hey guys dino here! Let me know how I did and how I can improve and who you wanna see next! :D

Dino sighing off luv u guys /p

-dino

[machinegrl]

OC Questionnaire Time!

ty for the tag luvs! @bunmou @autumnserenade @vicciouxs ♡

also tagging: @hazelsnakes @flovoid @plumbewb @yuauaua @rebeldaydream (ahh sorry if you've been tagged already or don't feel up to it no pressure at all! ♡♡♡)

Name: alon

Nickname(s): lo (by friends), al, fishboy

Gender: male

Star Sign: idk which one to give him ;;

Height: 181 cm / 5"11.26

Orientation: omnisexual

Nationality: he would be filipino (his name means "wave" in filipino!)

Favorite Fruit: buko

Favorite Season: rainy seasons (he doesn't like the heat cause it makes his scales dry)

Favorite Flower: hibiscus especially red ones

Favorite Scent: ocean, cigarettes, wet paint,

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: hibiscus tea with lots of ice

Average hours of sleep: 3-5 he works in a ramen shop in the morning and has band gigs playing in nightclubs in the evening. most nights depending on the gig he doesn't sleep at all

Dogs or Cats: he doesn't want pets (hates cats and thinks dogs are smelly)

Dream Trip: doesn't have anything specific in mind he just wants his band to perform in bigger cities

Number of Blankets: only needs one

Random Fact: he originally came from sulani. he moved to the city when he was just a teen. he used to work diff odd jobs until he met abel and astra at a bar, 2 dudes who were just starting up their new ramen business. alon was the very first guy they hired

Name: makina

Nickname(s): kina or maki

Gender: female

Star Sign: idk which one fits her lol

Height: 165 cm / 5"5

Orientation: i guess she's still figuring it out? although she's an android, she's slowly deviating from her robotic patterns and becoming more sentient and though she can't comprehend it yet she's definitely starting to feel attraction towards alon. but since this is only the first time that she's ever experienced it and she has only experienced it with alon so far it is still pretty early to say

Nationality: filipina (her name literally just means machine in filipino ><;; wow im so creative 😭)

Favorite Fruit: doesn't have one yet

Favorite Season: summers

Favorite Flower: she prefers flowers like the bougainvillea that can bloom all year round.

Favorite Scent: alon's perfume and how it blends with the musk of his sweat at the end of the day,

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: likes the taste of black coffee

Average hours of sleep: 3 hrs maximum charging time

Dogs or Cats: impartial to both. she likes colorful insects like moths and butterflies. she's also growing more fascinated by certain aquatic species cause alon talks fondly about them.

Dream Trip: she wants to see the ocean

Number of Blankets: also just one (alon's)

Random Fact: her little colorful tattoos were done by alon

Name: kannon

Nickname(s): nonnie (by friends), pepino (by alon) loser+weirdo (by his younger sister)

Gender: male

Star Sign: idk which one suits him ;;

Height: 175 cm / 5"9

Orientation: bisexual

Nationality: japanese

Favorite Fruit: cucumbers, likes anything that's sweet

Favorite Season: winter

Favorite Flower: red spider lilies

Favorite Scent: smell of rain on pavement, smokey ramen shops, roasted coffee beans

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: hot coffee

Average hours of sleep: 10 hours he works late nights and sleeps in during the day

Dogs or Cats: dogs

Dream Trip: wants to take eiran to his hometown

Number of Blankets: one thick blanket

Random Fact: he's actually secretly loaded and comes from a rich family but doesn't like to disclose it. not even with alon

[borathae]

“Living with Yoongi has many advantages. Always clean counters, delicious home cooked meals and if something breaks, he will fix it with the help of his beloved blue toolbox. He is your little handyman and when your ex breaks your heart, it seems that he is hellbound on fixing that as well.“

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: bf2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Rebound!AU, slight Angst, Romance, Smut

Warnings: soft dom!Yoongi but it’s more that he just takes the lead, shitty exes, break-ups, low self-esteem, Yoongi being the comforting person that he is, lotsa kissing, shy!OC, safe sex, praises, oral (f.receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), he is very gentle with her, she cries afterwards and he is so sweet to her, I just love him that’s all :(

Wordcount: 14.3k

a/n: *sobs uncontrollably* i luv him. I don’t know my besties, this is quite honestly just something I wish would happen to me hahaha a girl can dream 🙂 but I do hope that you guys find just as much comfort in it as I did, Yoongi is honestly such a sweet bean :(

~ To Index ~

The bar is loud and the people around you are happy. The music is upbeat, the lights are bright and colourful and the smell of good times hangs in the air.

But not for you. You feel heartbroken. Truly and devastatingly heartbroken. It hurts so much that you have spent the last hour curled up on a chair and sobbing into your knees. Nobody notices your sobs, eventhough they were incredibly loud. Their lively chatter and happy singing however, blended out your desperate cries for help. Nobody also really noticed the state of your body either, they didn’t see the shakes, the painful convulsing and if they saw then they ignored it. You were a stranger after all, a weird stranger who is crying miserably in a place which was supposed to be a place for fun.

Now, you didn’t start off the night as a miserable stranger crying in a bar. As a matter of fact, you started off the night as a girl deeply in love with her boyfriend, ready to have the night of her life with him. Said boyfriend – excuse the mistake, ex-boyfriend – however broke up with you in the middle of the night with the excuse of “needing time to find my soul’s purpose, babe”.

The break-up came out of nowhere. He was incredibly sweet last night and even tonight he acted as if everything was okay. You had no fights lately, no arguments, not even slight bickering about stuff. You were happy, really happy, and as if someone pushed you off a bridge, you are now drowning in the ice cold water of heartbreak and confusion.

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing your name, meeting the worried face of your best friend.

“Yoongi”, you wail, breaking in on yourself.

“Hey there, hey”, he gasps, getting on his knees to wrap you up in a hug, “I came as quickly as I could.”

“Yoongi please make it stop”, you beg him, aching even more now that he was here.

“Oh sweets, this sucks so much. I’m so sorry”, he says, soothing you by rocking your bodies left and right and petting the back of your head.

“I wanna die”, you wail, not actually wanting to, but in this moment it feels like dying would be the only thing making the pain stop.

“I hear you, but let’s just go home for now. Okay?” he says.

“Yes okay, I don’t wanna be here anymore. He, he’s still here.”

“Huh?” Yoongi breaks away to gawk at you, “what did you just say?”

You lift your shaking hand, pointing at your ex, who not even twenty feet from you, parties and laughs with his friends. Yoongi stares at him, face falling in utter shock and disbelief.

“He broke up with you here? And then stayed?” he asks, voice pitched in emotion.

You nod your head, crying miserably.

“And he knows that you’re here?”

You nod your head again.

“He, he drove m-me h-here.”

Yoongi frowns, grinding his teeth in fiery anger.

“And he’s literally fucking partying when you are crying right next to him?”

You nod your head a third time, breaking into loud sobs afterwards.

“What kind of cock fuck cunthole is that bastard asshole?” Yoongi asks in perfect Yoongi manners, blinking his eyes in disbelief.

“Yoongi please get me out of here”, you beg, almost breaking under the pain.

“Of course, let’s get out of this shithole”, he says, tugging you to your feet. He keeps a strong arm around you, making sure that you wouldn’t have to look at your shitpile of an ex again by keeping your head buried in his chest with a gentle hand.

“___?”

The lights turn on.

“Jesus fuck, it smells like shit in here.”

You hear the blinds open and seconds later the loud traffic from outside. Yoongi must have opened the windows. You don’t like that he did, just as you don’t like that he ruined your cave of darkness and heartbreak. But you don’t say that you don’t like it because that would require energy and you don’t have energy. Quite frankly you have nothing left. Your life is meaningless and pain is the only thing still being with you. Pain and Yoongi, who just this moment sits down on the bed next to you and places his hand on your upper back. He rubs circles on it.

“Don’t you want to get up for a little? I made your favourite food”, he says in a soft spoken voice.

“No”, your voice is muffled by the pillows and weak in sadness.

“No”, Yoongi repeats and hums in understanding, “I get it, that’s so impossible to do right now. I’ll just bring it to you.”

And with that he stands up and leaves to get something to eat for you. You haven’t eaten anything those past few days, maybe that is also why you feel so weak and why your stomach always feels seconds before throwing up. You just couldn’t find it in yourself to leave the bed, let alone prepare food. Yoongi tried to get you to eat something, but he always had to come to the sad conclusion that even after hours of letting the food stand by your bed you didn’t touch it. But he is stubborn, he is not going to give up yet.

“I’m back”, he announces himself.

The smell of pasta accompanies him, tempting you to sit up and look. You don’t give in to those temptations, staying in your position. Flat on your stomach and with your face buried halfway in the pillow. It’s the only thing that helps.

You feel the mattress dent beside you and hear the sound of the plate getting set down.

“Eat ___”, he says softly, nudging your back.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah you are, you haven’t eaten in days. Just one bite.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Mhm, okay”, he says and goes to finally tug the blanket off your face.

You groan in distaste. It’s way too bright in this room.

Yoongi caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Come on, just one bite. One and if you still don’t want it, I’ll leave.”

You peel your eyes open to send him an icy glare. You meet immense compassion in his gaze. Compassion and also a bright sparkle of patience. This is typical Yoongi. He will never stress you about how long your recovery process is taking. Days, weeks, months. The duration of your heartbreak will never be too short or too long for him.

“One bite, try it”, he whispers, giving you a reassuring smile. He will stress you however if he realises that you are neglecting your bodily needs. But even that he will never do with pressure or harsh words.

“Fine, one bite”, you give in and with Yoongi’s help sit up.

Yoongi gets some of the pasta on the fork and then guides it to your lips. You take it in and chew it slowly. It tastes so good. It tastes so, so good.

“Wow”, you press out and then you feel tears run down your cheeks, “it’s so good.”

“Mhm, I’m glad you like it”, Yoongi says, feeding you another bite. Every now and then he reaches out to dry your tears.

And so you let him feed you your favourite pasta while Yoongi lets you cry.

You feel happier today. You meet Yoongi in the hallway as you are on your way out. He just came home from working a ten-hour shift, now inspecting you with curious eyes.

“Where are you going? Why are you dressed up?”

“You won’t believe what just happened. Will texted me and asked for a conversation.”

“___ no”, Yoongi says, shaking his head vigorously, “no, just no.”

“Why not?” you whine, closing your coat.

“Because he’s a cunt and he doesn’t deserve a conversation.”

You sag your shoulders.

“It’s just coffee and talking. Besides, it’s been a month, I’m totally fine.”

“Lord give me strength”, Yoongi murmurs under his breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. He inhales and looks you into the eyes, “you’ll regret this, please believe me.”

“No I won’t. I’ll regret not going even more.”

“And why is that? Because you’re so over him?”

You pout, “shut up.”

Yoongi gives you a smile. It says “I told you so, but I’m not gonna say it out loud because I’m not a dick”. He places his hand on your arm.

“Let’s watch a movie, I’ll even watch Grease for you.”

“Not tonight, my decision stands. Thank you Yoongs, you’re the best”, you dismiss him and then leave the apartment.

Yoongi stares at the closed front door.

“You’re so dumb”, he whispers, knowing very well that in a few hours he will have you crying in his arms again.  

Except that he doesn’t. A few hours later turn into the entire night and his entire shift at work. You are sitting on the couch when he is coming home. Your hair is finally freshly washed and you are wearing something other than those awful joggers you have been wearing lately.

“Hey Yoongi, how was work?”

“Alright”, he shrugs his shoulders, “how the fuck are you though? Where were you last night?”

“At Will’s place. We fucked.”

“Oh my god”, Yoongi faceplams himself.

“What? Why are you so weird? I thought you’d be happy.”

He sends you a look.

“I am happy, I guess. Just oh my god ___, how did you end up on his dick again?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“He told me that he finally found his soul’s purpose and that I am in it too. So we wanna try again.”

“Well damn”, Yoongi exhales in exhaustion. He sits down beside you, “congrats I guess, I still don’t trust him though.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make you like him again.”

Yoongi pulls a grimace of distaste.

“Yeah no, sorry”, he murmurs, standing up, “not happening. I’m gonna cook dinner though, want some?”

“No thank you, I’ll meet up with Will later tonight!” you call after him, sounding happy.

Yoongi enters the kitchen with a deep frown on his face. You are so going to regret this.

One month passes where you spent more time at this bastard Will’s place than in your little apartment and Yoongi is slowly coming to terms with the cruel fact that maybe he was wrong about him after all. Maybe he did change. It would be a wonder, because the break-up was not the first break-up you and that dude had. As a matter of fact, it was the third break-up and Yoongi was present for all of them. It was always the same. You were head over heels in love with him, he got cold feet and found some bullshit excuse about how he can’t keep this relationship up anymore, you were heartbroken, he realised that it was very convenient to get pussy regularly and calls again and you agree on another chance. Yoongi has lived through the same scenario way too many times to trust that this cunt changed. But if he did, Yoongi will personally go up to him and apologize for ever doubting him.

Except that he doesn’t have to do this as one calm Friday evening – Yoongi was planning on finally starting the reparations in the kitchen to surprise you once you are back from Will’s place – he gets a call from you crying into the phone about how he needs to pick you.

Yoongi knew exactly what happened and left with on goal in mind. Get you to safety.

Yoongi feels his anger grow when he realises that you are crying right next to Will while he is scrolling on his phone.

“___?” Yoongi calls out, running despite hating it.

You and your shitpile of an ex lift your heads at the same time.

“Yoongi”, you wail.

“What happened?” he asks, staring at Will.

Will shrugs his shoulders.

“Y-Yoongi we, we broke up again.”

“Ah”, Yoongi says and then stares at Will again, “and you ugly cunt are still here because?”

“Hey fuck you, I was making sure she’s safe.”

“You are literally such a fucking bastard. She’s crying next to you and you asshole are scrolling on your phone?”

“What else should I do? She’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

You wail loudly and painfully. Something inside Yoongi snaps. He doesn’t hurt people. He was never involved in a fistfight, let alone punched someone and he was actually planning on never changing this habit. He changes this promise right this second as his balled fist strikes across Will’s face, leaving him to fall from the edge of the stairs and collide with the floor.

You gasp, feeling too shocked to cry.

Will groans, trying to get to his feet to punch Yoongi back.

Yoongi pushes him back down with a foot on his back.

“Stay down you fucker, seriously this was a warning”, he spits, voice fuming in anger, “you’re the worst human being on earth and I seriously hope you never find happiness.”

He turns to you then, trying his hardest to hide the anger from his face. His hand hurts so much. Punching someone in the face hurts way more than he thought it would. He doesn’t let it show that he is pain however, reaching for you with both hands.

“Let’s go ___, I’ll drive you home.”

You let him drag you to your feet, finding refuge in his chest.

“Yoongi I’m so dumb.”

“No you’re not. He’s just literal vermin”, Yoongi makes sure that Will hears him.

It’s been days. Yoongi hasn’t seen you ever since he had to pick you up from your fourth breakup with your shitty ex. He knows that you are home, but that once again you have fallen down the dark hole of heartbreak.

He does what he does best. He enters your room, comments on the bad air quality and then opens the window, then he sits down next to you and offers you food. You deny him but he insists because has been days since you have last eaten.

“Fine, one bite.”

And then he feeds you your favourite pasta whilst drying your tears.

Yoongi hates just how predictable the routine became. Or that it became a routine in the first place.

You leave your bed that night. Yoongi doesn’t notice that you do as he is busy writing music in his room.

“Yoongi?”

He lifts his head, studying your small frame from head to toe. Fuck, you’ve really become so small lately. As if your ex sucked all the confidence out of you.

“Yes?” he says, putting down his pen.

“Do you think I’m unlovable?”

“Of course not. What makes you think that?”

“It’s just that….”

You drag yourself into his room and use the last of your strength to climb on his bed. You sit next to him, legs crossed, weak fingers folded on your lap and back hunched to make yourself smaller. Yoongi hates just how fucked up your ex has gotten you. He can remember the days before Will where you walked into a room and called the attention of everybody, where you wore the most peculiar of outfits and fucking rocked them with confidence and days where you didn’t look like such a shell of yourself. Yoongi remembers the days before Will vividly and it’s making him so mad that two years with this one single worthless human turned you into what you are today.  

“…what if it’s my fault that Will always leaves?”

“No”, Yoongi says without hesitation.

“So why do I feel so….so…fucking unattractive?” you press out and your eyes fill with tears.

“___”, Yoongi says your name softly, scooting closer and placing his hand on your knee, “you’re not unattractive and you are not unlovable. Will is quite simply a bastard who doesn’t deserve you.”

You nod your head but very clearly don’t believe him.

“I mean it.”

“Thank you”, you whisper, looking at your fumbling fingers.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me”, he stresses, because he knows that you want pour your heart out but that you are too scared to start. So he gives you a little nudge into the right direction.

“I’m just so fed up”, you exhale shakily, “I’m so goddamn fed up of always loving people more than they love me.”

You touch your chest as your heart began to ache again.

“I went into every single fucking relationship giving a hundred and ten. I went in there with the intention to stay and to fucking commit and yet each and every time I get dropped.”

You sniffle, lowering your head.

“Just once I want to be loved more than I love a person”, you confess in a whisper.

“Damn”, Yoongi says.

“And I know how selfish and egoistic and toxic that sounds but at this point I don’t care because I am so goddamn fed up from always loving more.”

You bury your face in your hands and sob loudly. Yoongi drapes his arm around you and pats your arm soothingly.

“Just once I want to be someone’s most special thing. I want to be loved deeply and passionately and I want to be fucking worshipped. I want this person to wake up and the first thing they do is look at me. I want this person to watch me do some dumb shit and the first thought they have is that they love me. I want this person to leave a boring meeting because I’m at home and they would rather spend time with me. I want this person to give me a fucking rock or a leaf or, or a goddamn stick because they saw it and somehow it reminded them of me. That’s what I want, I want to feel like my presence is actually appreciated and that I am actually worth something.”

You hit your own chest.

“That’s what I deserve.  I deserve to feel special. I deserve to feel like the person I love a hundred and ten loves me back just as much.”

You sob, letting your head fall against Yoongi’s chest.

“Why do I always have to love so much, but get nothing in return?”

You feel as Yoongi closes his arms around you and the burden feels a little lighter already.

“I give so much. Holy fuck when I love someone I give my literal fucking everything. It may take me a long fucking time to open up to that person, but once they are in there….”

You tap Yoongi’s chest but he understands that you mean yours instead.

“…once they are fucking in there, I plan on keeping them in there and each and every goddamn fucking time they decide that now should be the time to completely rip my heart apart.”

You pause to whimper painfully. Yoongi closes his arms around you tighter, aching right with you.

“They never do it before that. They just wait, they goddamn wait until they’re in there and then they change their behaviour or ghost me or find stupid fucking excuses over and over again.”

“I’m sorry ___”, he whispers.

“And the worst part is my own fucking stupidity too. Because I love them so deeply and I don’t want to be left with another clashing hole in my chest so I just hold on. That’s what I always do. I swear to myself that this time it is going to be different, that this time I am not going to be first one seeking contact again and each and every fucking time I give them another chance.”

You pause your sobs just to let out a sound of anger, tensing up in Yoongi’s arms until you are shaking. So he presses you closer, hoping that this can lessen the painful anger at yourself.

“I’m so angry at myself. Why do I always have to give in? Why do I like hurting myself so much?”

“You don’t like hurting yourself, you just have way too much hope.”

You sniffle, listening to his calming voice.

“And I’m sure that there are many people who left your life way before you could take them into your heart, but do you know why you feel like there aren’t?”

“Tell me.”

“Because they never had the privilege to be loved by you and you never had the burden of making space in your heart for them only to then watch as they leave said space and leave an empty spot behind.”

He looks at you.

“That’s why it feels like only your closest friends or lovers leave you because they are the ones who were selfish enough to take a part of your heart only to then waste it.”

He smoothes over your hair with a gentle hand.

“Don’t be angry at yourself. I think people who have hope in their heart, even it is perhaps childish hope, that every relationship can be fixed are way better human beings than those who selfishly take a heart only to crush it.”

“But I can’t help it”, you whisper, “I don’t want to be so fucking depended on people anymore. I-I don’t-“, your eyes fill new tears again, “I don’t want to be so fucking weak anymore.”

“You’re not weak. Loving people a hundred and ten doesn’t make you weak ___, it’s just that most people are selfish assholes.”

You snort and chuckle.

“You and your lose tongue.”

“I’m serious. I fucking hate seeing you so sad and I swear to god if I ever see that Will guy again I’ll punch him so hard in the dick he’ll have a pussy afterwards.”

“Bro no”, you gasp and cackle, “don’t say that Yoongi.”

“I’m serious. He’s a real crusty cunt.”

You laugh louder and it feels good to do. Yoongi lets out that calm, soothing laugh of his’, giving your body the softest of shakes.

“Thank you Yoongi”, you whisper, draping your arm around his stomach and closing your eyes, “my life would suck ass without you.”

You don’t see it, but your words make Yoongi blush. He smiles softly and rests his cheek on the crown of your head.

“Mine too, ___”, he whispers.

Yoongi lets you sleep in the next day because it was a Saturday and you deserved the rest. He decides to make breakfast muffins so you can have yummy breakfast whenever you wake up and then he goes to his room to work on his music.

It is not even an hour later when the front door rings. Yoongi almost missed it, hadn’t he just returned from the toilet, he most definitely would have. You are still sleeping and so Yoongi decides to open the door.

“Yeah no”, he growls, closing the door quickly.

“Wait”, Will stops him with a foot between the door and the threshold, “hear me out.”

“Unless you’re here to ask me to punch you again, you can stick it and leave.”

“I made a big mistake.”

Will somehow manages to wiggle himself into the apartment.

“Please let me talk to ___, just one last time.”

“No.”

“I just want to apologize to her.”

“Your apologies mean horseshit.”

“I changed, I really did. I did a lot of thinking in the last few days and I realised that she is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” Will seems confused, “I don’t know, she just…”

“Is it because you think that she is easy to manipulate and play with? Is that why she is the best? Because she is sweet and kind and lovely enough to put up with your bullshit? And because the fucking power you have over her makes you feel invincible?”

“I mean, obviously…that’s great too”, Will has the audacity to laugh, “what else could I ask for?”

Yoongi frowns, feeling his muscles tense in honest anger.

“You’re a narcissistic asshole, that’s what you are and you don’t deserve someone as amazing as ___ so leave before I decide to punch you again.”

“Look man”, Will says, stumbling as Yoongi begins pushing him outside, “I know you’re like jealous of what I have with her, but I promise you’ll get someone too one day.”

“Leave before I punch you.”

“You know, I never liked you. You’re way too friendly with her. Like who do you think you are to decide who she can or cannot see?”

Yoongi finally manages to push Will out of the apartment.

“You’re into her too aren’t you? You fucker are trying to keep us apart.”

“Yes, I am trying to keep you apart because I actually want to see ___ happy.”

“So let me talk to her, she’s happy with me.”

“No.”

Yoongi closes the door but Will once again manages to pull it open again.

“Dude, will you leave? She doesn’t wanna see you anymore, you’ve lost your chances”, Yoongi spits with honest anger in his voice.

“I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to keep me from her. Let me talk to her”, Will growls, becoming angry. Like a little child not getting what it wants. It’s pathetic really that a grown-ass man in his thirties is acting like a pathetic immature boy.

“No”, Yoongi says and finally manages to close the door. He locks it, ignoring the hammering that immature manchild is doing.

“Hey! You’ll regret this! I know where you live!” Will screams behind the door.

“Obviously you idiot, you just visited me”, Yoongi mumbles and turns his back to the door.

“Yoongi?”

He meets you just around the corner. You look as small as you always do, staring at him with glassy eyes.

“Yoongi who was that?” you ask him.

“Nobody, just one of those annoying salesmen people.”

“Oh”, you let out, lowering your head. You and him both know that you are aware who is actually ringing the doorbell right now and that perhaps there was a chance that you listened to their conversation.

Yoongi steps closer and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

“I baked muffins. I put lots of blueberries in them”, he tells you, leading you to the kitchen.

You rest your head against his chest.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

He knows that there was more behind those words than just a simple thanks for muffins.

“Of course, I’ll do it again”, he answers you, knowing very well that you will understand him.

Yoongi disconnects the doorbell a few minutes later, silencing Will’s attempts to terrorise you with constant ringing.

Yoongi helps you with blocking Will’s number that evening and it feels awesome to do. Then he watches Grease with you and not once is he complaining about the hidden misogyny in the movie. It was honestly really nice to have. Yoongi is really awesome company.

It has been an entire week since you blocked your ex’s number. You are all alone in the apartment, getting lost in your own doubts. You really want to unblock him, maybe he already tried to contact you. You could give him one more chance, maybe this time around he realised just how awesome you are.

The front door unlocks, making your ears perk up. The doubts get replaced by worry. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be home yet. He is in a meeting till seven and it is barely even five.

“What the hell?” you murmur, sitting up on the couch, “who is unlocking our door?”

The door opens and falls closed, then the lights in the hallways turn on.

“Okay what the hell?” you gasp, gawking at the shadow moving in the lights.

You act quickly. You grab one of those very heavy candlesticks and jump of the couch, readying yourself for a brutal fight.

“Come at me burglar I am ready”, you say, listening to the steps they take.

They appear in the threshold and stop. Your eyes lock with theirs.

“What are you doing?”

“Yoongi oh god”, you lower the candlestick and groan, “don’t scare me like that, I thought you’re a burglar or something.”

Yoongi snorts and laughs, “and why would a burglar use the keys to get inside? Or turn the lights on?”

“I don’t know man, don’t question my panic logic”, you say, placing the candlestick on its original place, “but what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting till seven?”

“I left earlier”, he says, waddling to the couch to sit down.

You follow him with your eyes, studying him from head to toe. Yoongi never leaves a meeting early.

“Why? Are you feeling alright?” you ask him as you hurry to him, sit down and place your hand on his forehead to check for a fever.

He nods his head.

“So why are you here?” you ask.

“It was boring and so I left. Maybe we could hang out instead.”

“Huh? I don’t get it. You left because it was boring and you wanted to spend time with me?”

Yoongi nods his head, looking into your eyes with a certain emotion. You can’t quite figure out what that emotion means, but you know that it makes you feel tingly.

“Oh”, you chuckle nervously, “okay.”

Yoongi gives you a shy grin.

“Do you want to make dinner together?” he asks.

You feel so confused. So flabbergasted. So…weirdly appreciated.

“S-sure we can do that. I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Nice. I’m in the mood for Kalguksu. What do you think?” he asks as his eyes race over your features.

You nod your head yes. You are still busy with processing everything that has happened in the last five minutes. So Yoongi left his meeting earlier because it was boring and he wanted to spend time with you instead. And now he wants to spend even more time with you by cooking together. This is giving you such confusing signals.

“Nice, let me just change into something more comfortable”, he says and then waddles away to get to his room.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi makes you turn around. You were just in the middle of deep cleaning your room when your very loud banging and vacuuming drew Yoongi out of his room. He looked sleepy, with his black hair completely tousled and his eyes puffy.

“I’m cleaning my room, I felt like it’s needed.”

Yoongi lets his eyes wander over the messy room. The floors were invisible from all the rubbish and clothes piling all over themselves. Your furniture’s surfaces were covered in all sorts of stuff and dirty laundry and your sheets were stained from long usage. You like to lovingly call it your depressive heartbreak cave. Yoongi would never comment on it because he knows that you don’t want it to happen, he just makes sure that you never leave any food out so you wouldn’t get mold poisoning. Knowing that you feel ready enough to finally clean it makes him feel proud.

“That’s cool. Should I help?”

“You don’t have to. I know it’s your free day today, I don’t want to burden you.”

“You don’t burden me. Just give me a few to wake up because I just took a massive nap and I am currently tripping.”

He makes you giggle, forcing his heart to flutter at the sound of it.

“No worries Yoongs, take your time”, you tell him and Yoongi finds himself staring at your smile just one second too long.

“Mhm”, he lets out and turns to leave.

When Yoongi comes back, you have already cleaned all of your surfaces from the dirt. You are in the middle of the big pile, sorting through it.

“Hey”, he announces himself and sits down next to you.

“Do you see what I did?”

“Yes, you did a lot. I’m proud of you.”

You look at him with sparkly eyes.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums and gives you a sweet smile.

He reaches out to pat your knee.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Can you get all the laundry and sort it into piles?”

“On it.”

So you and Yoongi spend the next hour sorting through your stuff. You spend it sorting through your trash whilst Yoongi makes sure that every piece of clothing gets thrown on the right pile. You are listening to music as you do it. There are a few songs of Yoongi in your playlist as well and each time one of his songs comes up, you gasp and then send Yoongi a knowing grin.

You comment something along the way of “this is your best song” and then hum the melody to it. And Yoongi finds himself standing still for just a few seconds, looking at your face and feeling warm inside.

“Oh that.”

Yoongi turns, watching you stare at a little plushy. You look sad. He knows that this was one of the plushies your ex gave you as a weak apology after he fucked up again. You accepted each of them gladly and pretended as if everything was okay again, when in reality nothing should have been fine again. 

He sits down next to you, studying your face. You acknowledge his presence by showing him the plushy with a tilt of your wrist. 

“He gave me that plushy after I found him cheating on me”, you say and Yoongi feels his stomach tighten in anger. Your ex is really such a piece of shit.

“So throw it away.”

“You think so?” you ask him with uncertainty in your voice.

“Yes, throw it away. Hell, throw everything away this bastard gave you.”

“I don’t know if I can do this”, you confess, lowering your eyes.

“Well, do you want to keep those memories? Do you wanna be reminded that you got cheated on each time you look at that bear?”

“No”, you whisper, shaking your head.

“And this one”, he picks up another, “didn’t he give you that elephant after he destroyed your favourite scrapbook? On purpose, if I may add.”

“Yes, he did.”

“So? Do you really wanna keep this memory?”

“No, of course not”, you say with your voice barely audible.

“Then let’s throw it away”, he says, opening a new rubbish bag, “do it, I promise you that it’ll feel good.”

You hesitate, switching your gaze between his face and the rubbish bag he holds open. He gives you a patient smile and it is enough to give you enough strength to make that fateful move. You throw the plushy away, having to gasp afterwards from the intensity of the act.

You touch your own chest, feeling so lighthearted and so relieved that you have to check if your heart is still beating.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah”, you say and laugh, “it feels really good.”

Yoongi smiles and hands you the elephant plushy.

You accept it and throw it away with a laugh on your tongue and relief in your heart. You fill up three rubbish bags with all the stuff you have accumulated from your ex over the years. A few tears were spilled, which Yoongi stopped with gentle hugs and sweet words. A few cursewords fell, which Yoongi supported by letting out even ruder cursewords and making you laugh with it. There was hesitation and Yoongi was there for you through it all, holding the rubbish bag open until you finally threw away another piece of awful memory.

Come nightfall and your room is finally cleaned. The floors are empty and wiped. The furniture is carrying the stuff it is supposed to carry and not your rubbish. And your bed sheets are changed and fill the room with the scent of freshly washed laundry.

Speaking of laundry. You and Yoongi are currently busy hanging up your masses of laundry, listening to music and laughing.

The bags and bags of rubbish Yoongi already carried downstairs to the big rubbish containers in your apartment’s backgarden. Now you are truly free of every burdening thought those items brought with them.

You turn to Yoongi once you are done hanging up the laundry. He is currently squatting in front of the laundry machine, trying to get the settings right for the last round of laundry. There he is. Your handyman. No matter what your problem is, he will always be there to fix it.

You walk to him and squat down beside him.

He turns his head.

“Thank you”, you say and then hug him.

Yoongi gasps, feeling confused for a second before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“For what?” he asks.

“Just for being the best thing in my life.”

Yoongi blushes, closing his eyes because he feels way too overwhelmed by his emotions.

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Now hush and take it.”

He chuckles, growing small in your hands from feeling way too shy.

“Whatever, I’ll take it I guess.”

You giggle and squeeze him tightly.

“Oh Yoongs, you’re so cute.”

Yoongi feels himself blush even more, burying his nose in your shoulder and wishing for this moment to never end.

You and him were grocery shopping because you wanted to cook tonight. It was Yoongi’s idea, saying that he wants to spend time with you. You felt really tingly when he said it and agreed instantly.

You are currently standing in the cheese aisle when a certain face calls your attention.

“Fuck, oh no. Help.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, inspecting the panic in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Will”, you whisper the words into Yoongi’s ear, “he’s right there.”

Yoongi scans the aisle. You were right. There he is. Standing by the milk section and looking like the ugly cunt that he is. Yoongi looks back at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, touching your arm in a soothing manner. 

It has been twenty eight days ever since you last saw your shitty ex, but Yoongi knows just how easily you can fall back into your pattern again. One conversation can mean losing weeks and weeks of hard earned process. 

“Yes, I’m okay”, you say, “goddammit. It’s so weird, I don’t want him to see me. I don’t look cool. Wait, should we act as if we’re dating?”

“Huh?” Yoongi widens his eyes, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m panicking. I don’t know what to do. Help me Yoongi. Frick, did he just see us? Yoongi, I think he saw us.”

Yoongi checks for himself. Will most definitely did not see you. He is still very busy with picking out milk.

“Calm down, he didn’t”, Yoongi says in a soft spoken voice.

“I’m done for. Yoongi, I wanna look cool.”

“You do.”

“Does my hair look nice? And my face? Frick, I should have put on other pants. Noo, there is a stain on them.”

“You look beautiful ___.”

You stop talking just to stare.

Yoongi reaches out and fixes a strand of your hair, giving you a sweet smile. The gesture sends a warm tingle over your skin. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll look at you”, he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, “and he’ll regret ever treating you like shit.”

“I..” you lower your eyes, feeling your heart flutter. You know that Yoongi only says those words to calm down your nervousness and yet you can’t help but feel so appreciated and so pretty. Yoongi thinks you are beautiful. This feels so awesome, “thank you”, you whisper, reaching out to touch his chest. 

Yoongi looks at your hands then at your face, feeling his cheeks heat up just slightly. He feels so warm right now. Here in this blindingly bright grocery aisle you are touching his chest and looking at his face with your pretty eyes. And he feels unbreakable, as if in this tiny moment in his life nothing could hurt him.

“___?”

The moment breaks, Yoongi is left shivering as you pull your hand away.

You lift your head, coming face to face with Will. He is staring, carrying jealousy in his eyes.

“Hm?” you squint your eyes as if you needed to take a better look at him, “oh Will!” you exclaim, “wow, I completely forgot who you were for a sec”, you say and laugh.

Yoongi has to stifle his laughter. He likes the new you. This attitude suits you.

Will seems taken aback for a second.

“Yeah uh…it’s me”, he hesitates then speaks again, “what are you doing here?”

“Well”, you look around, “it’s a grocery store, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but we’re shopping for, you know, groceries.”

Will laughs awkwardly.

“True yeah, you’ve become really funny ___.”

“No I haven’t, I always have been.”

“Huh?”

“What?” you challenge with a cock of your eyebrow. 

“Nothing, uhm…” Will clears his throat rather awkwardly, “hey do you wanna grab coffee tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you check your invisible watch, “would you look at that? It seems like I don’t have time tomorrow.”

“Hah”, Will sneaks a glance at Yoongi, “today then? I’m free now.”

“I’m not. Yoongi and I are gonna cook together”, you say, pointing at the man by your side. 

Will sends him a jealous look.

“Is he your new boyfriend?”

Yoongi tenses up in nervousness when you wrap your arms around his arm and then squeeze your cheek against him.

“Yes he is and we are very happy.”

Yoongi gawks at you with big eyes, feeling short of breath. 

“Great, couldn’t even wait a month could you?” Will’s once nervous voice is laced with poisonous jealousy, now directed at Yoongi.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh give me a break, I know you always wanted her. Of course you’d leech off of her now that she’s all confused and heartbroken.”

Yoongi straightens his back and takes a step closer to Will. Although he is a good five inches smaller than your ex, he seems to tower over him.

“Now I’m gonna tell you something”, he hisses, “the fact that you know that she was confused and heartbroken and that you have the audacity to act as if I’m a villain when you used that confusion times and times again to hurt her, makes you look like the greatest fucking cunt.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“We both know that that’s a lie”, Yoongi spits.

Will seems to struggle for words, looking between your face and Yoongi’s.

Yoongi steps back and drapes his arm around your shoulder.

You giggle, drawing into him and sending Yoongi’s heart into a complete frenzy. Will is wrong with a lot of things, except for one thing. Holy fuck, Yoongi has such a massive crush on you. He’s not trying to let it show, but you snuggling into him right now as you and him pretend to be a couple for the sake of annoying your ex, does things to his heart. He knows that you are just pretending to look cool in front of your ex, but fuck, this does things to his heart. You and him dating. Yoongi feels dizzy just thinking about that possibility. 

“Either way, me and my boyfriend are gonna go now. See you not”, you say and make Yoongi move with a gentle nudge.

“I..uh…” Will presses out, blinking rapidly.

“Oh yeah”, you stop abruptly, making Yoongi gasp in surprise. You whip around, keeping a tight grip on Yoongi’s waist, “he has a huge dick and your dick is small. Also you can’t use it for shit.”

“What the fuck?”

You giggle and then snuggle back into Yoongi. And then you finally abandon your ex in the milk aisle.

You have just crossed the corner when Yoongi can’t take it anymore, breaking into loud cackles.

“He has a huge dick and your dick is small? What the hell ___?” he says in a laugh.

You giggle, “listen, I was improvising. I don’t know why I said that.”

“No it was awesome, fuck”, he says and snorts very ungracefully, “fuck this was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.”

“You think so? So I wasn’t too mean?”

“No, you were perfect. Seriously, I freaking love you, this is going to stay in my brain. I-“

You silence him by kissing his cheek.

Yoongi swallows down his voice, feeling dizzy.

“I love you too Yoongs.”

“Huh? I- huh? What?”

You grin goofily and then rest your head on his chest.

“Fuck, I just really showed it to him, didn’t I?” you say and giggle, “I feel so proud right now. I’m sorry for pulling you into this, I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to show him just how over him I am.”

Yoongi slowly understands what you mean. That you love him like a best friend loves her best friend. And it hurts because for just a second he thought that you loved him the way he loves you.

“It’s totally fine. I’m just glad I could help”, he presses out, shivering in the cold once you step back. 

You spend your free day painting. You always loved painting, but stopped doing it after your ex told you that you don’t really have talent for it. You want to do it again these days. Now that you haven’t seen his face for two months and your phone stayed free of his messages as well, you realised just how awesome your life is without him. You are so happy, you feel so confident in your hobbies again and you also feel just a tiny bit pretty again. Not much and you have to thank Yoongi for giving you enough confidence to feel pretty again. He developed the habit of always coming into your room right after waking up just to greet you and give you a little compliment. You know that he only does this to help you gain your confidence back, but there are days where you wish that maybe he meant it from the bottom of his heart. 

Today you felt like painting, using bright colours and bold strokes. You have no idea what it should depict once you are finished, but you don’t care because you are having so much fun doing it. You also plan on giving Yoongi the painting as a thank you present for always being there for you when you need him. 

A knock on your door makes you stop for just a moment.

“Come in!”

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He is dressed in his casual clothes. Black sweats and a black jumper with fluffy socks. He looks comfy and as if he smelled really nice. 

“Oh Yoongi, hey”, you say, giving him a grin.

“Hey, how are you doing?” he asks you, waddling to your spot to sit down next to you.

So now he is sitting next to you on the floor, cross-legged and with his cheeks rosy. Also. You were right, he smells amazing. His scent surrounds him and tickles your nose, making your heartbeat speed up. 

“I’m doing really good. I’m painting and it’s so much fun.”

“I can see”, Yoongi says and studies the painting, “it’s really nice. You are really talented.”

Your heart flutters. He likes it. 

“Thank you”, you whisper, feeling even better about your painting now that Yoongi complimented it. Wow, so this is how it feels like to be complimented on your art. Wow, wow, wow.

"How was your walk?" you ask him giddily.

"Good. I got an idea for a new song. Listen", he says and presses play on his phone. Yoongi recorded himself humming the melody and singing a few lines of lyrics. He sounds so endearing on it. 

The recording ends and Yoongi lowers his phone with his face carrying shyness. 

"Don't bully my voice, I know it sucks", he murmurs, fumbling with the lobe of his ear nervously.

"No it doesn’t, it's really good. I love the part where you go", you demonstrate your favourite part, making Yoongi smile with it.

"You think so? I like that part too." 

"It's awesome. I can’t wait to hear it once it’s done." 

He lowers his eyes nervously and touches the side of his neck. You turn back to your painting and continue your work. 

Yoongi stays with you as you work, watching the strokes of your brushes and finding great relaxation in the movements of them. 

"Any ideas on which instruments you want to use?" 

"Not really. Maybe strings, they could work really well."

"Mhm that sounds nice", you say, mixing pink and purple to create yet another shade of pink. It’s pretty, you like it. You use it to shade the little triangle you drew in green. 

“Hey ___”, he breaks the comfortable silence, “I’ve got something for you.”

“Huh? For me? Really?” you make sure, placing your brush down.

You turn to him. He nods his head.

“What is it?”

He lowers his eyes and then opens his palm to present a small stone to you. Just a little bit bigger than a peach pit, white with pink speckles all over it.

“A stone?” you gasp, taking it between your fingers. It is warm from his palm, just slightly damp from his nervous sweat, “oh my god you got me a stone?!” your voice is squeaky in excitement.

Yoongi watches how you inspect it with sparkling eyes and how you begin smiling.

“You got me a stone! Oh my god! Why did you get me a stone?”

He shrugs his shoulders, scratching the side of his neck nervously.

“Just so, I saw it lying on the ground and it made me think of you, so I picked it up”, he mumbles, cheeks turning beet red.

“Yoongi”, you say, eyes filling with tears, “this is so pretty”, you whisper, resting your cheek on it, “thank you so much.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m happy you like it.”

“I do”, you say, falling around his neck to give him a tight hug.

Yoongi closes his eyes immediately, wrapping his arms around your middle to tug you closer. He feels you giggle and then squeeze him back.

“Thank you so much”, you say, sniffling quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispers.

“Yes”, you whisper.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m so happy. I always wanted to have someone give me a stone.”

Yoongi smiles and caresses your back. 

“I know”, he whispers. 

He shivers when you run your fingers through his hair and almost faints when a second later he feels your lips on his cheek in a tender kiss.

You pull away, looking at him with glassy yet happy eyes.

“But Yoongi, I don’t understand what that means.”

“It’s just..so…I don’t know”, he murmurs, fidgeting nervously. 

“I mean”, you let out an awkward laugh, “nevermind, it’s silly”, you say and grin, “I’ll have to find a place for it. Thank you so much, this is the sweetest present someone ever gave to me.”

Then you draw back and stand up to find a place for your new present.

You place the stone on your windowsill right next to your potted plant and your tiny figurine of a cat. You love how it looks. It may be small and many people wouldn’t see any difference in your room, but you do and you feel so happy that it is now part of your collection.

“Wow, this looks so pretty there”, you gasp and giggle, “look Yoongi.”

You turn and halt.

“What’s wrong?”

“___ I have to tell you something.”

“Okay”, you say, sitting down next to him. You intertwine your fingers with his’, “what’s wrong?”

“___ I…” he halts just to inhale shakily. He laughs nervously, looking to the side.

“What is it?” you ask without any sort of hurry in your voice.

“___ I love you.”

“Aww Yoongs”, you say and smile, “I love you too.”

He is so sweet. This is so typical of him. Yoongi is such a secret softie. He may struggle a little with words of affection, but when he does finally get them out, they are always honest and so, so sweet.

“No, I…”

“Yes Yoongs?”

“I’m in love with you”, he confesses in a barely there whisper.

“Oh.”

Yoongi lowers his head.

“Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making Us weird.”

Kiss.

Yoongi lifts his head quickly, staring into your eyes.

You just kissed his cheek.

“Hehe”, you let out and grin.

Yoongi touches the spot you kissed.

“I don’t understand”, he whispers.

“I feel the same”, you say and scrunch your nose up, “I think. At least. I don’t know. I know that I love you and that you make me really happy and lately I feel really tingly when you’re in the room with me. A-and it’s so weird of me to say this, but you left a meeting for me and, and look at me after waking up a-and now you’ve given me a stone and I know you’ve just done all of this to cheer me up, but that’s like always been my dream and maybe I think I’m in love with you too because of it.”

“I know”, he whispers, “n-not, not the love part, but the other part. With the dream and all the things I did.”

“You knew?” you press out, feeling yourself tear up.

“You told me. I don’t know, I remembered. I don’t know”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “it’s not a big deal I guess.”

“Yes, yes it is”, you sniffle, making Yoongi raise his head in alarm. 

“Don’t cry.”

“It’s the biggest deal ever. Yoongi holy fuck”, you press out and sob. 

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“Yes it is!” you exclaim and smile at him behind your tears, “it’s so okay. You make me feel okay and, and it makes me want to kiss your lips, because this is like my dream and you are really handsome and freaking love you so much.”

“Oh”, he lets out and goes to hide his face behind his hands, “oh my god ___”, he presses out and then giggles. He giggles like an excited little child all whilst trying his hardest to hide his burning cheeks from your eyes.

And you do the same, except that you hide your face in his shoulder and sit down on his lap just so you could be closer to him.

“I’m so happy Yoongi, I’m so happy”, you laugh and sob and laugh some more.

And Yoongi does what he does best. He hugs you and lets you have this emotional moment while maybe spilling a few tears of happiness himself. And once those tears stop and you and him are giggling and hugging and feeling so happy, you lift your head just to look at him. And it feels different when you do. 

You always knew that Yoongi was handsome and that you liked the way his features worked together so perfectly and also how they all looked individually. You liked his button nose and the shape of his pouty lips, you loved the sparkle of his eyes and the softness of his cheeks. You always loved his face, but in this moment you love it a hundred million times more.

You cup his handsome face and lean in.

Stop. Hesitation. Nervousness.

“It’s okay, I want it”, he whispers, cupping your face in his big, healing hands.

You giggle and draw closer.

One kiss. Just a shy touch of lips then you and him pull back simultaneously.

Eyes exchange looks. Hearts race before synching their rhythms. Lips tingle for more.

Yoongi is the one feeling braver, maybe however he feels greedy now that he can finally kiss you. He just wants to do it. He wants to kiss you the way you deserve to be kissed. With tenderness, with adoration and with utter devotion. There is no other way you deserve to be kissed and as he shows you the kisses he will give you from now on, you find yourself drawing closer to him and sighing his name because nobody has ever kissed you that way before.

You don’t really stop kissing for the rest of the day. You try to make dinner together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you against the kitchen counter with his hands on your lower back. You try to watch a movie together, but Yoongi ends up kissing you on the sofa with you on his lap and his hands cradling your body. You also try to fall asleep in your separate rooms, but Yoongi ends up joining you in your bed ten seconds in and kissing you until you both feel too sleepy to continue.

It is Saturday now. Ten hours after you and him stopped kissing and you are awake. Yoongi is still asleep, sleeping next to you in fetus position and with his hands between his knees. He looks really tiny in that position. He is so cute. You giggle, muffling most of the sound in your pillow in order not to wake him up. He is so cute and now you know that he likes you. Actually likes you. It feels so awesome to experience. What feels even more awesome to experience is when Yoongi opens his eyes, studies your face and begins smiling.

“Hey”, you say.

“Best view ever”, he murmurs and reaches out to touch your hand.

“Oh my god”, you gasp and giggle like a little child, “Yoongi, oh my god.”

“What?” he asks sleepily, blinking slowly to wake himself up. 

“I wanna cry again, thank you”, you say and then draw closer to snuggle into him. 

Yoongi accepts it with a tired grunt and his legs entangling with yours. He smells really good. Warm from sleep which helps the scent of his shower gel to really come out. He thinks that you smell really good too, warm and sweet just like your shampoo. 

“Mhm darling, you’ll make me wanna sleep again if you cuddle me like that”, he murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. 

“I’m your darling”, you whisper, voice filled with awe.

“Mh-hm.”

You giggle. 

“And you’re my darling too?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Wow”, you let out in a breathy laugh, snuggling closer. You wiggle like a happy cat, making Yoongi purr in comfort, "I like this nickname. It’s so sweet. Will never called me that, he always called me babe. I don’t like that nickname, it sucks." 

"Hm", he hums, rubbing slow circles on your back, "I don’t like it either. It’s really impersonal and lame." 

"Hard agree", you say then sigh, "oh Yoongs, you’re so snuggly." 

"You too, I feel really comfy." 

"Me too, yes, me too", you say and give him a squeeze. You let out a little squeak as you do, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"You're cute", he says. 

"Wow", you whisper, "thank you…"

Yoongi cradles you in his arms and kisses the crown of your head. He is a little bit sad about the fact that even the smallest of compliments leaves you feeling stunned. You never should have been brought that low and Yoongi swears that he will personally lift you up until you can finally touch the clouds again. 

"What nicknames do you like? I like many nicknames", you say.

"Really? Tell me." 

"Snuggles is so cute and it fits you because you are snuggly. And honeybun, I don’t know, you remind me of honey." 

He chuckles, "I do? Is it because I never expire?"

"No tzt", you nudge his chest, "it's because you’re sweet. Goddammit Yoongi, now you made it weird." 

You make him laugh and then kiss the crown of your head  

"You're adorable", he whispers and kisses you again, "maybe I'll call you cutie or sweetie because that’s what you are." 

"Stop, oh my god", you gasp. 

Yoongi chuckles softly, petting the back of your head. He is seriously so happy right now. This is everything he ever wanted.

You spend your Saturday in bed together. Sleeping, talking, sleeping again, talking and kissing, sleeping once more, listening to music and coming up with song ideas, making out because Yoongi is obsessed with you and him writing music together, snacking, cuddling and kissing then some more cuddling. And it was awesome.

Yoongi is currently out of bed because he really needed to pee. He returns with two bowls of food. 

"I warmed some of the leftover goulash", he explains, handing one of the bowls to you. 

"Wow, thank you. I was honestly starving. This is great", you say, accepting it happily.

You share some bread with the goulash and you may also steal one kiss from Yoongi when he least expects it. It makes him fluster and then give you a quick kiss back. 

Your bowls of food are empty by now, standing on your floor for later clean-up. You are on Yoongi’s lap again, fingers entangled in his hair and lips dancing with his'. He is letting out the softest of noises as you kiss him, making you feel so wanted. Your ex never let you know that he liked the kisses. Quite frankly, he didn’t even kiss you for that long and that passionately in the first place. But that doesn't matter anymore, because you have Yoongi now and he is all that matters. 

You break the kiss for a moment of air, pulling back just to look at his face. His cheeks are heated, his pouty lips look so puffy from all the nibbling and sucking you did and his pupils are just slightly dilated. 

You let out a shy giggle, lowering your eyes. Yoongi cups your cheek, tracing your features with his thumb. 

"What is it?" he asks in that sweet, calming voice of his'. 

"It's just...we're kissing so much", you confess and hide your face behind your hands, "I hope I don’t bore you."

"Bore me?" he chuckles softly, "darling, why should I be bored? This is like the most exciting thing I have done in a long time." 

"Really?" at that you look into his eyes, meeting honesty in them. 

"Of course. You are the best kisser", he says and it makes you feel so warm and tingly inside. 

"Thank you", you whisper, closing your eyes when a second later he tugs you onto his lips for yet another round of kissing. 

And so you kiss again. You kiss because kissing Yoongi is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to you too. It doesn’t even feel awkward that you and him went from being best friends to lovers overnight. You thought it to feel awkward and that it would make you nervous or that your situation would be weird from now on. But it doesn't. It feels right, as if it was always meant to happen and as if scattered pieces of the universe finally shifted into their right places. 

"Yoongs", you sigh, breaking the kiss. 

"Hm?" he hums, chasing your lips. 

"It feels good."

"Mh-hm yeah", he says and places his hands on your hips, "com'ere, wanna have a kiss." 

You lean in whilst giggling, running your hands over his torso while Yoongi lets his own dance over your legs. You learn that Yoongi feels way more built and lean than his small frame lets one believe. His arms are sculpted, courtesy of all the handy little work he does in your apartment. And his chest carried a certain strength to it, you blame it on the big, golden heart it has to carry around. That thought makes you giggle and then kiss him deeper. 

Yoongi reacts by letting out a soft moan, squeezing your thighs in his strong, yet gentle hands.  

You and him are both aware that this is affecting both of you. Truly affecting you. You learned from all the kissing you did, that Yoongi is the type of man that gets hard if only you kiss him long enough. And that knowledge made you realise that you are actually also the type of woman to get wet when being kissed. You blame it solely on Yoongi. He has magical powers in his pretty lips. 

And right now. Right in this moment, as the light of the setting sun is shining into your room and your bodies are tingly from all the previous make-out sessions, you didn’t want to stop anymore. You run your hands down his torso, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants teasingly. You don’t open them, you just tease. 

"Fuck ___", Yoongi presses out, touching your lower back. 

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop." 

"With what? That?" you tug at his strings, loosening them slightly. 

He exhales shakily, chasing your kiss with parted lips and his half-lidded eyes focused on your mouth. 

"You're addicting", he rasps. 

You shiver, touching his chest. His heart was racing, copying your rhythm. 

"I'm addicting?" 

"Yeah...so much…" he licks his lips, moans softly, "wanna keep getting lost in you."

He manages to send a shiver through your entire body. 

"Yoongi, I’m wet", you panic instantly, "sorry! Ew, why did I say this?" 

Yoongi breaks away, giving you a lopsided smile. He lets his eyes run up and down your body, keeping them half-lidded. 

"You're wet?" 

"Stoop, don’t bully me", you whine, feeling like hiding. 

But Yoongi tugs your hands away and makes you look into his eyes.

"Can I try?" he asks.

"Huh?" 

He licks his lips, making you follow his tongue with eager eyes. 

"I wanna try." 

"Wait. Serious?" you ask, having to laugh afterwards, "like serious, serious?"

"Why...not?" Yoongi furrows his brows, "goddammit ___ how much shittier does your ex get?"

You fluster now that Yoongi saw right through you. 

"Did he at least make you cum somehow?"

"I, uh..hah, yeah about that…" 

"Goddamn", he lets out and grinds his teeth, "he's such a cunt. Imagine dating you and not wanting to make you cum over and over again." 

"Oh my god, Yoongi", you gasp, "you and your loose tongue." 

That’s when Yoongi surprises you by flipping you and him over. Your head finds its resting position on the foot end of your bed, Yoongi’s body claims the emptiness between your legs. Quite frankly it steals the sanity from you.  

"It's not only loose, but fucking skilled too", he rasps, "I'll send you to heaven and back, darling." 

"Bruh", you gawk at him, "sorry, that was not a sexy reaction." 

Yoongi chuckles, "you're always sexy." 

He makes you fluster, but also squirm because now all you can think about is his tongue and what it could do to you. You are staring at his lips, twisting the front of his shirt. 

"Wow…"

"Now can I show you?" he asks, noticing the eagerness in your gaze. 

"Yes please", you whisper.

"Thank you, fuck you’re making me the happiest man", he says and goes to kiss your neck. He kissed your neck before, last night during the movie. It doesn’t make the sensation any less intense. You are shivering, feeling the effects of it right between your legs. 

Yoongi is a lot more vocal in his neck kisses than he was last night however. Soft moans, whispered praises, shaky breaths. He lets you know that although you were the one being kissed, he feels just as affected by them. 

He trails his kisses down your body very soon, exploring your torso through your shirt. He tried tugging your shirt up, but stopped when he felt you squirm uncomfortably. You weren’t feeling confident enough for that step yet and Yoongi is looking forward to the journey of getting you there. No matter how long it takes. But for now, he is doing best with your shirt tickling his lips. 

"Feels so nice", you sigh, melting under him.

He hums and finally he reaches your inner thighs. 

It’s just one kiss. One touch of his tender lips. And you are squirming. This feels amazing. Holy fuck, if a simple thigh kiss feels like that, than how will he feel between your legs? 

You whimper his name, making him lift his head. 

"Too fast?"

"No, too slow."

He chuckles, "message received. Lift your hips."

"Why?" 

"So I can take off your pants to eat you out. Only if you allow me though." 

"Oh uhm", a short moment of contemplation, "yes, okay." 

You lift your hips, waiting with bated breath until he finally has your pants pulled down. Well damn, now you’re naked. You close your legs, tugging your shirt down. 

"What's wrong? Not a fan of it? Should I get the pants again?" he asks.

"No, it’s just. Just don’t laugh or something, I don’t know." 

"I won’t laugh, don’t be scared. I got you", he promises you, calming down your nervousness by kissing your knee. 

"Really? Promise?" 

"Promise." 

"Okay so, uhm", you open your legs for a good second, "eek", you close them again, "dude that was fucking scary, my heart is racing." 

Yoongi settles back, looking at you with those patient and never judgemental eyes of his'. 

"What are you scared of? Tell me and I'll try to understand you." 

He doesn’t even realise just how important this is right now. Him being so patient and understanding. This isn’t something you had before. It was always dick out, pants down, no questions asked with your ex. This right here shows you that it can be different too. That you are also allowed to feel comfortable. And it means the world to you.

You take a deep breath for good luck and then finally - finally - voice your thoughts. 

"Okay so uhm. What if I taste weird?"

"You won’t. I love eating pussy."

"H-hot, but also...what if you don’t like the shape of it?"

"Won't happen, you’re beautiful. All of you." 

"Wow", you giggle, "but what if...I didn’t really like...shave."

"So? You’re a grown-ass woman, you’re supposed to have hair down there." 

"But Will-" 

"Will is a crusty manchild cunt, he doesn’t deserve to be let anywhere near a pussy." 

He cracks you up, shedding you of a million pounds of tension and nervousness. Yoongi chuckles and caresses your leg. 

"Thank you", you whisper, "seriously thank you." 

He gives you a knowing smile, running his palms up and down the inside of your thighs without ever intruding your private space. It is still enough to make you feel needy and make you crave more.

"Now, can I see your pretty pussy, darling? I'm so greedy for a look." 

“You’re literally so hot when you talk like this, what the fuck”, you whisper, making him smirk nonchalantly, “okay, yes uhm", you say and then open your legs for him. 

Yoongi lets his eyes flit down, widening them instantly. Even his lips part in awe.

"Holy fuck ___ look at you. Wow. Just wow. You have the sexiest pussy ever."

"Stop that, oh my god", you gasp and despite your complaints, you open your legs further. 

"Yes, wow. Look at you. Fucking look at you."

Yoongi’s eyes are spilling over in adoration for you and it makes you feel really sexy. And confident too.

"I'm so lucky. Fuck, I’m so fucking lucky", he rasps and lies down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your legs, “so fucking lucky, look at you”, he murmurs and lowers his head to your pussy.

"Eek", you squeak, ripping your eyes open. 

Your life flashes before your eyes. You watch the creation of the universe. And you are pretty sure that for a second you travelled to the end of the galaxy. So this is how that feels like. Goddamn. 

"Ah, hah - oh god."

Yoongi moans, staring at your face and dancing his tongue up and down your pussy. You taste so good, feel so soft and warm. It’s only been seconds and he is already obsessed. 

"T-that feels so good. Urgh god, Yoongi", you press out, wiggling your hips. 

Yoongi stops your fleeing body by throwing your legs over his shoulders, keeping them still with a strong grip. He can taste how much this gesture affects you. He can feel how this small act makes you clench. Can hear it too as your voice pitches so perfectly. 

"So sweet", he uses the vibrations of his voice to his advantage, making you twitch and gasp, "my darling's so sweet", he seals his words by sucking your clit between his pouty lips. For just a second because then you flinch away and laugh.

"Yoongi, fuck." 

"What's wrong?" 

"I just", you lift your head to stare at him, "you're a demon what the hell? I already wanna cum." 

"I'm a demon?" he chuckles, "or maybe you’re just needy." 

"Hey", you pout. 

He smirks, "it's hot that you are", he rasps and then wiggles his tongue through your folds all whilst keeping up the eye contact. 

You gasp and tense up, trying and failing to keep your eyes open. 

“Jesus fuck, Yoongi…”

You tilt your head back, parting your lips in bliss. 

You’re so lovely. So goddamn pretty. Yoongi can’t get enough of the view and your pussy. He buries himself deeper, grinding his tongue over your clit all whilst gazing at your face. 

"Ah", you drop your head and arch your back. Then you moan and melt under the sensations. This feels so good. It seriously does. Being so loved feels so good.

Yoongi soothes your trembling legs with slow rubs up and down. You know that he got you, that this right here is what security and safety feels like. And it may sound weird, but it heals your heart as well. Yoongi eating your sweet pussy is healing your heart. It sounds like a joke, but it isn’t. Being so appreciated is like medicine to you. 

“Yoongi…” you sigh, caressing his back by wiggling your feet.

He answers you with a sweet moan, littering your pussy with kisses to give her a little break and also because he is fucking obsessed. You giggle each time he does.

“Does that feel nice?” he asks in fond chuckles, kissing your clit. 

“Yeah”, you giggle, nodding your head vigorously. 

“Mhm darling…I love your pussy”, he sighs and finally darts his tongue out again. 

“Oh! Oh wow”, you gasp, legs twitching on his back and pussy welcoming his licks with eager clenches. It happens naturally that you reach down to twist his hair, only to get cold feet and pat his head awkwardly instead, “fuck sorry”, you laugh. 

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s alright, you’re so sexy”, he assures you and makes you moan with just a perfect flick of his tongue. It also doesn’t help that he decided to slip one of his fingers into you, slowly and carefully in order not to overwhelm you. 

Not that it does not overwhelm you. Not in a bad way. But in a totally leg shaking, mind scrambling type of way. 

“How’s that?” he asks, listening to your whimpering and mewling. He fucks his long finger in and out of you slowly, almost going crazy at just how warm and wet you feel around him. 

“G-good, ah Yoongi”, you have to arch your back, melting in his hands. 

“So perfect, I’m the luckiest”, he rasps in that sexy voice of his’ and connects his lips with your clit again. He sucks and licks her skillfully all whilst feeding your greedy pussy his finger. 

“Yoongi, I wanna cum”, you whine, tightening around him. 

He breaks away, "don’t hold back darling, let me taste your orgasm", he rasps and then he is already back on your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to heaven.

"Y-Yoongi", you choke out, gasping for air. You are so close. He is so good. This is the best. 

"Feed me, darling. Feed me", Yoongi begs, making the lewdest of sounds as he flicks his tongue over your clit. 

You wanted this to last longer, but physically can’t stop this high from happening. You have no practice in holding back your orgasms because you never got even remotely close to one in the first place. This is a skill you don’t possess, but right this moment you don’t care because with just a flick of his tongue and a curl of his finger, Yoongi actually sends you to heaven.

"Wow, oooh", you press out, reaching down to twist his hair. Your legs are shaking, your entire body is burning up. Yoongi guides you through your high, encouraging you with needy moans and eager licks. Even afterwards he keeps his mouth latched to your pussy, kissing her soothingly and making you sigh in complete bliss. 

“That was so nice”, you whisper and sniffle, “Yoongi I’m-” you can’t stop it from happening. You start crying. You start crying because the fact that someone loves you enough that he wants to make you feel good, overwhelms you. 

“Hey”, he is face to face with you instantly, hugging you safely, “it’s okay, I’m here.”

“It’s just so nice a-and it overwhelms m-me”, you stutter.

“Mhm, I hear you. It’s alright, I’m here now. It’s alright”, he soothes you. 

“Thank y-you”, you sob, snuggling into his safe chest. 

“Hey, of course. Oh my darling, don’t cry, it’s okay”, he whispers, holding you until you don’t feel like crying anymore. 

You just feel a little embarrassed, lifting your head with your cheeks burning up. You meet honest fondness in his eyes, no judgement just fondness.

“Sorry for crying”, you murmur. 

“Don’t apologise, it’s okay”, he assures you, caressing your cheek. 

"I'm just such a mess", you laughed as you said the words but carried sadness in your eyes.

Yoongi wipes your tears away, "that's alright. I'm here and won’t leave. We can work on this together." 

"Thank you", you whisper and touch his chest, "should I make you cum too?”

He laughs fondly, obviously surprised by your change in mood, but still completely enchanted.

“Only if you want to, you don’t have to.”

You tear up again, lower lip trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s just that I’m not used to having my, my needs ackno- oh god, sorry”

"Don't apologize, you’re safe here."

"Fuck Yoongi", you press out and laugh. This time around, you are the one to wipe your tears, doing so with a little grunt. You inhale and exhale, "now I kinda wanna make you cum", you confess in a laugh. 

He smiles, "yeah? Really?"

"Yes, you’re so awesome."

Yoongi blushes and gasps when you tug him closer by his shirt. Your eye contact is intense, filled with slight madness. 

"Can you fuck me? Just like this?" 

"Fuck ___ of course I can, but fuck."

"What?" 

"You turn me on so much." 

You giggle. 

"I'll just get a condom real quick", he says, pecking your lips before leaving the bed to get to his room. 

He returns a few moments later, carrying two condoms in case one of them breaks. 

"Be glad you don’t have a dick, because running with a boner is the worst sensation ever", he says, making you laugh. 

"I can imagine. But then, it’s not better with a vagina. It’s complete waterfalls once you stand up, and you can’t even stop it." 

Yoongi laughs, "sounds awful."

"Yeah." 

You probably would have continued laughing, hadn’t he taken his pants off and wrapped his fingers around his cock. He works skillfully to roll the condom on, but all you can concentrate on is his dick and just how fucking sexy it looks. Perfect in length, curved nicely and with the veins matching with those on his big hands. Meaning he had a perfectly shaped and veiny cock. 

"Damn Yoongs." 

He sneaks a glance your way.

"You like it?" 

"Yeah, it’s sexy as fuck."

"T-thanks", he struggles slightly now that he is jerking himself, "can you turn for me?"

You obey gladly, turning on the mattress so your lower body is now facing him.

Yoongi steps closer to the edge of the bed and rests his heavy cock on your pussy. With slow rolls of his hips, he rubs his cockhead back and forth, grinding against your clit as he does. It makes you sigh and squirm. He is so good.

"I can't wait to fuck you", he croaks, touching your dripping entrance with his fingertips, "wow sweetie, so wet. Do you want this cock?" he asks, spanking your clit with it softly. 

"Y-yeah." 

"Yeah", he repeats, outlining himself with you, "ready?" 

"So ready. " 

Yoongi slips in with one push, feeding you his length slowly and carefully. It feels fucking incredible to him, but he doesn’t let it show yet. His eyes are focused on your face, monitoring your expressions. You look entirely blissed-out. 

"How’s that?" 

"Fucking amazing. Yoongi, ah." 

Yoongi feels safe enough to move, moaning instantly. You whimper, lips curling into a happy smile. 

"Yes, oh god, yes." 

"You feel so good around me sweetie", Yoongi presses out, resting his hands on the mattress. Right beside your shoulders, making his length shift inside of you into an even better angle. With the help of his curve and his skilled movements, you feel like going up in flames. 

"Feels so nice…" you sigh. 

Being fucked feels so nice. It didn’t always feel like that, but this right here feels nice. Yoongi feels nice.

"Yes it does. You feel so fucking incredible", Yoongi is struggling with his words. He can’t concentrate. At least not on talking. Not when your body makes him feel so fucking eternal. 

"Don't...stop…" you beg him. 

"I won’t, I can do this all night." 

"Really?" 

"No, lies. I wanna cum. You’re such a turn on."

You laugh, peeling your eyes open. 

"Yoongi", you laugh, "oh? Yoongi…" you moan, trembling in pleasure.

"Isn’t that nice?" he asks, writing his name with his hips. He wants to let your pussy know just exactly who treats her so fucking well. She is not going to forget about how good sex feels like, Yoongi is making sure of it. 

"So nice", you keen, hooking your legs behind his lower back. You clench down on him, forcing a growl to rumble in his chest. 

"Relax sweetie, relax."

"I am.."

"No, you’re clenching. You'll make me cum, relax." 

"But I wanna make you cum", you whine, arching your back. 

Yoongi can’t help himself. He places his left hand on your back, tracing the arch of it until he reaches your exposed ass. He grabs it with both hands, keeping you arched for him. 

"Ah!" your moans pitch, your mouth falls open. 

"So pretty, so fucking good", Yoongi grunts, holding your squirming hips while his cock was making sure you were being fed well. Your feet are grinding against his lower back as you squirm, your fingers are twisting the sheets.

"Holy fuck Yoongi, holy fuck Yoongi. Yoongi, ah Yoongi." 

"I know, I can feel it. You’re taking me so well", he praises and connects his thumb with your clit. It is still so swollen and sensitive, throbbing under his fingertip as he rubs expert circles on it.

His cock, his finger, the position. Yoongi. Everything is turning you on to the point of no return. 

"Fuck darling", he grunts, "you like that, don’t you? You like it when I play with pretty, little clit as I fuck you, don’t you?" 

"Yes Yoongi, yes. Hnggn", you throw your head back, "ah!" 

Your back arches more, his cock slips deeper. Yoongi throws his own head back, feeling his knees buckle in bliss. 

"Fuck", he lets out that very distinct laugh he does. It sounds just slightly fake, but you know he only does it when he is genuinely stunned by something. Or in his songs. He loves doing this stupidly hot laugh in his songs sometimes. Knowing that you can actually and truly bring it out of him when you fuck him, scrambles your already scrambled brain to the point of no return.

"Fuck ___ I'm going insane, I wanna fucking cum." 

"Soon please soon", you beg.

"Yeah? You close?"

You whimper, giving him all he needed to know. 

"Fuck, then take your time."

"It's, it’s not long any-, ah, -more."

"So sexy, my darling's so sexy." 

That praise. That perfectly timed praise was all it needed. You break around Yoongi’s cock, clenching down on him to the point that he has to stop just so he wouldn’t accidentally trigger his own high. He lets you rut into his hand, gawking at your face with blown out pupils and his cock aching for release. 

"Yes ___ yes, give me everything. Cream my fucking cock, that’s it", he encourages you. 

"Yoongi please cum", you beg, aching for the sensations. 

"Fuck darling", he presses out, fulfilling your wish by finally moving his hips and riding on your high until the tight knot in his stomach breaks. 

"Ah-ah", he orgasms with a shuddering moan, fearing for his legs for a good second as they almost give up on him. You floating on your afterglow and helping him with his high in the process. This is the best orgasm he ever had.

Yoongi slacks against you once his high has died down, elbows working hard on keeping him from slipping. 

"Darling, sweetie", he whispers, nuzzling into your neck with a happy smile, "that was amazing. Holy fuck, I’m literally dizzy." 

You giggle, wrapping your limbs around him until he can’t help but fall. 

"Careful, careful my dick", he gasps.

"Oh! Sorry. Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, you just almost made the condom slip", he says, taking care of it before an accident can happen. He chuckles, "fuck ___, you’re so amazing. That was seriously so good." 

"Really?" you ask, changing your position so your head would be resting on his lap and your legs were bend behind his back. 

Yoongi smiles, tracing your features with tender fingers. 

"Yes really. You’re beautiful." 

"Wow", you whisper, "no uhm...hah, thank you." 

He gives you a reassuring smile, “you know what? Let’s prepare a really warm bath and take it together. That’ll help you relax.”

“Yes…wow… this sounds so romantic..wow."

You nod your head, gazing at his face as if he was your saviour and in a sense he was. He really did save you. He picked up the broken parts of your heart and fixed them with care and patience and without him you would still be lost in the pain of being loved by the wrong person.​

[erin-bo-berin]

o hello there! so glad to hear you’re hanging in there, Erin. your fics are bringing joy to so many in these troubling times 🫠

alrighty so I’ve been turning this req over in my head all day. here’s what I’m thinking, only if you’re interested, ofc!

Pregnant reader and Steve haven’t let the crew in on the baby news yet—which is getting increasingly difficult with reader’s obvious physical changes as they near the halfway point. They’re trying to wait until as long as possible, actually, even though it’s easier said than done… because in addition to your body changing, Steve’s on level ten dad/protective/caretaking mode and can’t act like everything’s normal when it clearly isn’t! So this lovestruck baby daddy’s always staring at you, trying to make sure you eat enough, asking how you’re feeling, accidentally feeling up your belly, and telling you and the kids off for playing too rough (maybe one runs into you and Steve freaks out? I also rather like the idea of you trying to get down low on the ground or up on a precarious chair to get a toy back for the kids and he goes mental).

Anyway. Every time this happens the kids and/or older teens are like… wtf is going on here? And you guys have to make excuses/try to play it off like it’s normal behavior. (Whether reader/Steve ultimately decide to reveal the truth in the end is up to you.)

I’m so weak for exasperated/caretaking Steve. 🥵

Luv, ☄️

Hello again ☄️ anon! Thank you for the sweet words! I’m happy to comply. Here we have a stern, overprotective Steve, even in this gif.

The Secret Is Out

Steve Harrington/Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy (in case you aren’t interested)

With your belly growing bigger, your secret was sure to expose itself the longer you and Steve kept it from everyone.

You were just past five months pregnant and the bump was growing at a rapid pace.

You and he had yet to tell everyone else, almost afraid to jinx it. Steve was terrified and overprotective of you and the little bean after all that had happened in Hawkins in the past. For now, this baby was still you two’s secret.

It wasn’t just your appearance that was making it harder to keep under wraps—regardless that you’d been wearing Steve’s looser sweaters on you, thankful for the cooler weather—but Steve’s actions were raising everyone’s suspicions.

“You’ve gotta watch what you’re doing around others,” you said, “I feel like they know something’s up. Robin kept asking me why you were staring at me with stars in your eyes all yesterday.”

“I’m sorry,” he shrugged helplessly, “You just looked so pretty yesterday. All glowing and shit and you’re carrying our baby, it just makes me so happy, Y/N.”

A smile appeared on your face. It’s not like you could be mad at him for that.

“Just try to tone it down a little, okay?”

•

Even though it had cooled down lately, it was still nice enough to be in the park.

The air was crisp, the leaves were stunning hues of golden yellows, fiery oranges and rusted reds as the trees embraced the season. You, Steve and your friends all had gathered in the park. Some of the older teens sat at the picnic benches with you two sipping on spiked cider—regular apple cider for you while the rest of the group, all kids and remaining teens, played flag football.

Steve sat next to you, arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers and hand subconsciously rubbing your belly. Even you hadn’t noticed it at first as it had become a normal thing. It was only when you noticed Eddie, of all people, doing a double take, his gaze on Steve’s hand.

He may not have had much personal experience with pregnancy, but you knew good and well he wasn’t an idiot and the look on his face confirmed he suspected the truth.

“Steve, you’re being suspicious again,” you mumbled, gently moving his hand away.

“Sorry, force of habit,” he said, taking another swig of his drink.

“What is up with you two anyway?” Nancy asked, turning her attention away from the game her boyfriend Jonathan played, with the other kids.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“You’ve been weird,” she elaborated, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Everything is fine,” you assured her.

Max and El called a time out, coming to rest on the picnic table, out of breath and sweaty, reaching for their water bottles they’d left.

The boys were tossing the football and it landed near you, so you offered to get it, hollering to them as you jumped down off the table.

“No, don’t! I got it!” Steve yelped, hopping down for the football.

You had to smother a groan. You deeply appreciated his concern, but you were still okay when it came to bending over, you hadn’t completely lost the ability to do that yet.

Dustin, who was still hollering to one of the others came running over to fetch the ball, not looking where he was going. He ran smack into you at full force. You grabbed his arms, righting him before he could fall to the ground.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N, my bad,” he said, giving his trademark bright smile.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Henderson?!”

Steve pretty much freaked out.

“I-I’m sorry?” Dustin blinked, as surprised by Steve’s outburst as the rest of the group.

“You don’t always have to play so rough, someone could get hurt!” he lectured.

“Is it just me or is Steve more insane than normal?” you heard Max mutter behind you.

“Very subtle, Steve,” you said, rubbing the bridge of your nose, between your eyebrows.

He had all but stuck an “I’m pregnant” sign on your back at this point.

“You’re being really weird,” Dustin said.

“Way weird, dude,” Eddie said, watching the drama unfold.

“I told you he’s been weird!” Robin exclaimed, “You’ve been acting like an overprotective chihuahua and yapping every time someone even breathes on Y/N.”

“What’s going on?” Mike asked, running up with Will, Jonathan and Lucas in tow.

“We’re trying to figure out why Steve’s been acting so strange for the last few months,” Eddie filled the rest of them in.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Lucas asked, “He asked her yesterday if she had enough to eat. Has he ever done that before?”

“Never,” El replied, seriously.

“And remember when she climbed on the chair last week to help me hang a poster in the basement?” Mike said.

“He went ballistic,” Will nodded.

“You did carry her all the way upstairs after you lectured her,” Jonathan winced a bit.

Eddie was clearly enjoying the hell out of this. But you knew the smartass already knew what was up, he was just waiting for everyone else to catch on.

“You’re always asking her if she’s okay, too,” Dustin said.

“See? Overprotective chihuahua,” Robin said.

“Steve, we should just tell them,” you said, turning to him, an amused smirk on your lips, “They deserve to know anyway.”

“Tell us what?” Nancy asked.

You saw him convey silently that it was okay. You’d both kept it to yourselves long enough and you were actually excited to share the news with your friends.

“Y/N’s pregnant,” Steve said.

The entire group erupted in a mix of cheers, hollering and overlapping questions.

“What?!” Max and El.

“How long have you known?!” Dustin.

“Is that why you’ve been treating her like she’s made of glass?” Mike.

“How far along are you?” Nancy.

“I should’ve known, Steve’s practically been bounding around like a proud peacock,” Robin muttered.

Steve shot Robin a withering glare.

“We’ve known a while,” you answered the first question, “Yes, that’s why Steve’s been crazy overprotective and I’m five months pregnant.”

“The baby is due in February,” Steve smiled, pulling you into his side.

“Aww you could have a Valentine’s Day baby!” Robin exclaimed.

You laughed, filled with happiness at how thrilled the group was for you two.

This baby was already so incredibly loved.

[littlemessyjessi]

“Untamed”: BTS 8th Member: Eventual Jimin Pairing:  The Masterlist

In Depth Profile 

Edits Army have made about Jae

The Mae Family: The Guide to Jae’s Family

“The Bear Cave” : A Look at Mama Bear Studio AKA Jae’s Studio

(A/N: For things that are important to the storyline to go in order I’ll try to have them listed in order below.   If they fall into other categories, like the Memory Vault, I’ll just link them twice so that it’s all covered, lol. ) 

Social Media Posts: 

Jae wishes herself a happy mother’s day   Slight platonic #seokjae 

Hobi and the Horror Movie   Platonic #jaebie and #seokjae 

Jae’s Terrible Memory Platonic #jaebie and #seokjae 

Respect Your Noona  Platonic #sugax and slight #seokjae 

Tae and Jae: Part One , Part Two , Bonus Jiminie Content ft. Yoongi

Fly Away Jae:  Jae Visits Her Family 

(A/N: This entire section will take place while Jae is away visiting her family.  When she comes back to Seoul, it’ll start a new section that will be linked below) 

Part One- Social Media Posts ft. Jiminie  #jaejim

Part Two: Jimin and jae Fake Texts: Jimin spills the beans #jaejim

Part Three: Fake Group Text: Jimin makes a group text w/o Jae to panic with the guys

Part Four: Fake Text w/Hwasa: Jae seeks out the advice of her friend over new information 

The Conversation

Summary: It’s finally time for Jae and Jimin to have a little chat but seeing as how she’s visiting her family, a video call will have to do.

Almost Outed 

Jae posts on social media and almost accidentally outs herself and Jimin.  Fake social post and fake text with Jiminie.   #jaejim

Jae’s Adventures at Home 

A collection of posts.  A photo dump if you will of things Jae is doing at home with her family.  Includes interactions with Army and the members.  Fake social media posts.  

Jae Breaks the Internet

Jae makes a social media post with a gift from her stepmom.  Questions arise.  Jungkook comforts his noona.  Fake social media, fake texts. 

“Boy With Luv” (Part of The Memory Vault Collection) 

Video call with Halsey, Jae’s outfit from the MV and memory 

-“Not Coming Back” 

Fake Group text with Jae and the members 

“Mama Knows Best”:  :  Fake Social Media Posts with Jae and her step mama Lynn.  + interactions with Army and Members 

“Mama Knows Best” : Part Two : Most posts about Jae and her stepmom.  A ‘fan’ makes a comment.  Is there drama on the horizon? 

“Snatched”-  Jae’s brother Dylan ‘bullies’ lil sister into a makeover . Fake Social Medai Post and Texts with Jimin

“Daily Texts with Jimin” - Coming Soon!- Daily sweet texts between Jimin and Jae as they progress in their blossoming relationship. 

“Missin Mama Bear” :  - The Boys are missing Jae.   Fake social media posts and interactions 

“Fly Away Jae: Headed Home”: Mae Jae: Fake Social Media Post Collection:   Jae Is Coming Home

Finale Post Imagine! : The Staring Challenge! : Coming Soon!

Extra Untamed content!

💚

The Memory Vault: Imagines that Reference Events in the past, include outfits from MV’s or events. 

“Boy With Luv” :  Jae’s Outfit from the MV, a video call with Halsey and a discussion about their past:

“Dynamite” Jae’s Outfit

“Permission to Dance”: Jae’s Outfit

“Butter” : Jae’s Outfit

Stand Alone Fake Texts (texts that aren’t specific in order to a story line) 

“Baby Daddy” - Jae pesters Jin .  Platonic #seokjae 

“Betta Step” - Jae has cake and Tae is dramatic.  Ft. Kookie’s appetite.  Platonic #taejae

“Magnificent”- Jae makes something for her Joonbug platonic #namjae 

“Boot Bandit” - JK steals Jae’s boots and she tells on him. platonic   #jookie #seokjae

“I Got You” - Jackson needs someone to talk to.   #jaekson 

Mention of Jiminie