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literally me today~🎃
#frank and his goddamn oranges#i am inherently pissed about it but literally only because i’m jealous#i can’t peel oranges#like i just don’t possesses the skill to get them started for peeling#i love oranges so much they’re so tasty#but i don’t eat them out of spite bceause i shouldn’t have to fight for my life just to fucking peel them#who wants to be my personal orange peeling assistant?#frnkiebby#frank iero#mcr#frnkiero#mcrmy#my chemical romance#frnkie#my chem#ilhsm
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i’ve been double-teamed by both @nihil-ism & @demonrunningwild to post 5 things that make me happy. (that’s one thing to add to the list 😏)
i did one of these recently but i cant even remember what i put on it so i’ll try give a bit more insight to my answers:
coffee
there may be a caffeine addiction at play here but coffee honestly just makes me happy. i’m not fussy about what kind, but i prefer them strong, hot, and black as my damaged wee heart 🖤
and i love being a total homo with a tasty ice coffee (especially because i hate the sun and hot weather.)
there are elements of grounding techniques from the taste, smell and sensations that i learned during therapy that i think contribute to the overall experience for me.
(also when i’m feeling self destructive i love pushing myself over the edge with caffeine anxiety attacks, but i don’t think that’s very ‘happy’ lol.)
video games
i’ve been such a gamer since i was a child and as i’ve grown up i’ve found myself using these experiences as a way of processing things i’m dealing with. i love good storytelling and also overcoming challenges and problem solving.
i typically tend to play 3 main genres: survival horror, fantasy/rpg, and souls-like action-rpgs.
i love scary things and the sense of achievement i get from surviving my way through a horror game, i always find these characters more relatable because of the ordeals they’re facing.
i get really emotional playing huge fantasy games set in incredible worlds, and i love the archetype of light versus dark - which is why my faves are mainly from the final fantasy franchise, with casts of wonderful characters fighting together against otherwordly adversaries.
the reason i love souls-like games is because of the beauty in the stories, lore, and world design, but also the intense difficulty level, forcing you to keep trying over and over until you finally succeed. i once saw a youtube video where someone spoke about how dark souls helped them battle their depression and it really spoke to me too.
my bf
we’ve been together over 10 years now, which is a lifetime away from my unstable love life during my teens-early 20s, with several bfs, more awful first-dates than i can remember, and more one night stands than i even want to try and remember 🤣
we’re very different people and i used to struggle with this in the beginning, but over the long term we’ve given eachother some parts of what we’re each missing. i’ve changed so much during our relationship and he has been the right partner to keep me grounded during some extremely difficult personal development. i’ve engaged with treatment for my mental illnesses, now over 1.5ys sober, become more responsible, and learned to take better care of myself in general. i like having someone who i can take of, to work on improving myself so i can bring more happiness to his life too, and we really work together to try and make things a bit easier on us both.
even after 10+ years i still struggle with those ‘frantic fears or abandonment (real or imagined)’ on an almost daily basis, but our life together has helped me to find some kind of manageable stability.
autumn
my favourite time of year, mainly because i don’t like sunshine and warm weather. winter is nice but i don’t enjoy christmas so i find it all quite stressful.
autumn is the right balance for me because i love dressing in layers, and it’s the right colour palette for me with reds, blacks, and dark oranges. i love chunky knitwear, plaid shirts, scarves, and big black boots.
i also love all the seasonal coffees and things that show up, and i loooove halloween.
people around me always seem to be depressed when summer is over, but i know i’ve always felt different to average people and i feel more at home when the weather is colder, darker, are more uncertain. i hate summer, so i’m usually depressed during those months haha.
butt stuff
alright, i was gonna try keep it wholesome but honestly this is just me, and it’s a serious answer lol.
i’m really self-conscious about my body but i feel confident and powerful when it comes to my butt 😅🥹 i love cute underwear that enhances my features haha.
when i was younger i used sex as a replacement for self-esteem, to try and make people like me, but there are still things from those times that i carry into a healthier relationship today.
on a much, much more serious note, i like the agency i get from being in control of my body (and what goes into it lol.)
i’m also not an athletic person but i’ve set myself goals and challenges to overcome in different ways 🥴
i have a bit of a collector mentality, at one point in time i had like 40-50 or so toys, but i’ve de-cluttered down to a single drawer of dildos and a toolbox of other items.
but like, i have such variety for my different moods that it actually does make me happy. you could say i’m finding more creative ways to fill that black-hole void in my heart 😏 i love my cute comfy small plugs for video gaming days, my bigger boys for when i have too much energy, my really big boys for when i’m up for a challenge, the escapism of a fantasy/monster dildo, and i always feel like a good boy when i’m wagging my tail plug 🐶
thanks for tagging me cuties 😘 i hope i didn’t gross anyone out 🥹
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here’s my workout split for the week
I do all my own warmups, and always activate my glutes and stuff before working out. i use dumbbells and do everything at home. my main goals are strength training and just building a giant ass ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
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sunday: rest day 🛐✨
monday: legs, glutes, abs
tuesday: arms & back
wednesday: legs, glutes, abs
thursday: rest 💤🍕
friday: arms & back
saturday: glutes, abs, hiit
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wash, rinse, repeat
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here’s the videos i’ll be following
youtube
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now that’s what works for me! i enjoy repetition, i function best when I know what to expect. i’ll change up the videos that i use eventually, and then I’ll update the post!
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OKAY ! the best part, the food
surprise, surprise: i like to have some repetition in how i eat too! i like to kinda always have the same thing, i rarely get tired of my cycle of foods and i’m a fucking good cook so if ever i want something new it’s easy!
here’s my weekly favorites/rotation ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
all the images are from pinterest!!!
meatballs!
i love cooking a big batch of meatballs to eat in sandwiches, over rice, or with cheese and veggies throughout the week. they’re also super convenient to pack my husband for lunch. i don’t love pasta too much but i’ll fuck up some meatballs any day.
baked/air fried salmon with veggies
very easy to make in a pinch. i love teriyaki salmon or like a lemony ranch salmon omgg with some zucchini and sweet potato and acorn squash in a salad? im all over that this fall
orange tofu
if there is orange juice in my fridge im making this damn near daily (i always have tofu and soy sauce on hand - they’re essential like water). literally it’s too easy to make and so fucking good. orange juice, soy sauce, maple syrup, a splash of vinegar. you’re doing yourself an injustice if you don’t try this.
popcorn chicken salad
my favorite way to utilize seasonal vegetables is to chop them real small, oil/season them, and throw them in the air fryer until the toasty. then dump them over various dark greens with some popcorn chicken, a creamy dressing, and maybe some nuts or chopped apples and goat cheese. so filling, easy af way to get a variety of veg in one meal.
breakfast burritos
my husband wakes up for work at about 5 every morning, so i get up with him and make us breakfast. neither of us eat until much later but having it ready makes the morning go by so much smoother and having a guaranteed breakfast is a lifesaver. this is protein filled and always tasty. i just do eggs, tons of spinach, potatoes, sausage, and bell pepper. the key is to dice everything super small so every bite has everything! i don’t add cheese (the pic is from pinterest), i add sriracha to mine
sweets are essential
i try to always have what i call a “breakfast sweet” (although they’re really midday snacks for us) on hand or else we get peckish and make poor snacking choices. our current faves are chocolate chip muffins and apple cinnamon muffins. everything from scratch, always!
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this was really fun to do! i hope you’re able to take some inso from this xx
#Youtube#health#fitness#important#goals#planning#meal prep#meal inspiration#cooking#workout#breakfast#lunchideas#dinner#maintenance#selfcare#selflove#high maintenance#stay consistent#motivation#inspiration#stay hydrated#baddie basics#lifestyle#gg22
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unbelievably easy plant-based meal #1: spinach & tomato pasta
RECIPE 1 for this week! this pasta doesn’t look as yummy as it tastes but trust me it is SO yummy. one of my grad school best friends used to make a version of this for us all the time as a simple go-to dinner and I forgot how much I loved it (though I made mine garlickier and spicier and left out the mozzarella). all you need are whole wheat pasta, 1-2 pints of cherry tomatoes (I used orange cherry tomatoes because they have a delicious citrusy zing), olive oil, spinach, garlic, and spices.
cook the pasta (5 min to boil / 10 min to cook)
heat 1/4ish cup of olive oil in a saucepan (you can definitely use less and just have the tomato juices be the sauce). add tomatoes, all the garlic you want, 1/4 to 1/2 tsp red pepper flakes, a healthy sprinkling of dried thyme (or whatever else sounds good to you), and salt and pepper. cook on medium for about 10-15 min or until the skins of the tomatoes start to burst open (you can burst them yourself after 10ish minutes if they’re not popping open).
lower the heat and add 2-4 giant handfuls of spinach, stirring until wilted
strain the pasta, add it to the saucepan, and mix over low heat until it’s all combined. adding fresh basil would’ve been delicious but I only had dried basil on hand.
enjoy!!!!!! I accidentally dumped too much red pepper flakes into it so mine is REALLY spicy.
portion size: eat as much as you like obviously!!!! always and forever!!! but if you are interested in doing the the portion size experiment with me I found that one cup’s worth filled me up and then I snuck an extra spoonful just because it was tasty. I always give myself permission to have a second helping of any amount if I’m still hungry after the first one + a glass of water but I almost never am (sometimes I just want the extra spoonful lol).
total time: 15-20 min with zero prep and little monitoring required. plus only two pans to wash!
pantry staples? almost all—the tomatoes are the only thing I had to buy special.
fun additions: I bet you could add chickpeas too, which would fill you up longer. wish I’d thought of that! could also add mozzarella or burrata if you eat dairy. feel free to suggest other tweaks!
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The sun had long since set on the division of Ueno, and a chill was now sweeping through the city. It was also a certain Catholic nun’s birthday. Shisuta Heisha was sitting comfortably in her living room, reading a novel and enjoying the peacefulness of her home. Suddenly, she was brought out of her book by a knock at the door. Setting what she was reading to the side, she lifted herself off the couch, walked towards the door, and opened it.
Then all of a sudden, Shisuta felt something, or more like someone slam into her legs, and looking down she saw Sara Hayami with a huge smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around her. “Happy Birthday, Miss Shisuta!” Sara cheered.
“Ah, Sara, you can't just slam into someone like that.” Sara’s father, Ayumu Hayami, lightly scolded his daughter as he stepped into the doorway. “Sorry about that Shisuta-san she’s just a little excited right now.”
“It's fine, Ayumu-san.” Shisuta smiled as she ran her hand through Sara’s hair. Sara's actions making her laugh lightly.
“Sorry for coming so late, but ever since Sara learned it was your birthday, she has been excited to give you something.” Ayumu paused, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. Pulling out something from behind his back, Ayumu handed it to Shisuta. “I got these for you as well. Happy Birthday, Shisuta-san.”
In her hands, now was a lovely bouquet made up of sunflowers and coral orange roses. “I know it's not much, but I hope you enjoy them.” Ayumu scratched the back of his head a bit embarrassed. “They’re quite lovely Ayumu-san. Thank you.” Shisuta sincerely thanked already planning to place them on her windowsill.
“Sara,” Ayumu knelt at his daughter’s height. “Didn't you have a gift to give Miss Shisuta as well?” Sara beamed at the reminder quickly taking off the little backpack she was wearing to dig through it. Pulling out a box, she lifted it, giving it to Shisuta. “I hope you like it!” Sara giggled. Gently taking the box from the young girl, Shisuta opened it.
Inside the box was a batch of homemade cookies of various sizes, each one shaped like the symbol of Ueno division’s Sakurai Clan, the cherry blossom and coated in pink, red, and white frosting.
“Grandma helped me make them! She makes the best cookies too, so they’re really tasty! Grandma says they’re really good with tea and, and, and Happy Birthday, Miss Shisuta!” Sara shouted once again, hugging Shisuta’s legs.
Shisuta smiled as she gently rubbed the young girl's head, thanking her for the cookies. They were positively beautiful, especially considering that they looked just the cherry blossoms that you'd see here in Ueno. The fact that they were meant to be devoured, almost made Shisuta sad. She told herself that she would take a picture of how they looked before she ate them. Picking the young girl up, Shisuta gave Sara a kiss, making the girl giggle before she was put back down.
She then looked at Ayumu and smiled as she took the vase full of flowers from him. As she did, both of their hands overlapped. A small gasp was heard from both of them as they looked at each other, a surprised look on their face. A small bit of red was seen on both their faces, as they stared at each other, ignoring all that was around them.
That scene could have lasted for quite a while, but it sadly ended as they heard Sara's voice.
"Umm..." she said, knocking both adults out of their stupor. "Are you and Miss Shisuta okay, daddy?"
"Y-yes!" Ayumu said, picking up his daughter. "Me and Miss Shisuta are both fine, sweetie."
"...Hai," Shisuta agreed, nodding. "We are both good, Sara-chan." Rubbing the young girl's head once more, she smiled as the young girl giggled. After a while, both visitors bade the nun farewell. She watched them as they drove away in their car. After seeing the vehicle disappear from sight, she walked back into her house, staring at the flowers that Ayumu had given to her. She stared at them for over five minutes, only being knocked out of her stupor by the sound of the front door opening.
"Hey Shisuta, I'm back."
Turning, the nun looked as her surrogate daughter, Aranai, walked into her house, sighing as she entering the living room. The former Bōsōzoku noticed her teammate looking at the flowers in the vase, and raised her eyebrows.
"Nice flowers," Aranai said, walking up to view them more closely. "Where'd you get them? Your shop?"
"No," Shisuta answered, smiling at them. "They were a birthday gift."
"Oh?" Aranai said, surprised, before looking back at them. "Whoever gave them to you has good taste."
The statement made the nun smile as the image of a familiar paramedic entered her mind.
"Yes. Yes, they do."
#hypmic#hypmic oc#hypnosis mic oc#hypnosis mic#hypnosis microphone#shisuta heisha#aranai norikoru#ayumu hayami#sara hayami#happy birthday shisuta 2023
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Seasonal Baking with Stormy!
Stormy: “Hello, there! As you may know, Halloween for me is a season, a lifestyle, and a state of mind, not just a single-day holiday. Halloween Season begins on September 1st and runs through November 30th, so it’s officially here! And what better way to kick off the season than by making some delicious and fluffy pumpkin spice bread.
Stormy: “Made with real pumpkins, mind you. If you don’t see that little banner, it’s just flavoring, folks.”
Stormy: “Alright, we’ve got everything we need right here...”
Stormy: “Except for... Now, the recipe doesn’t call for raisins at all, but in this house we love and respect raisins in our pumpkin bread.”
Stormy: “Why? Because raisins! They’re tasty and good for you!”
Stormy: “Whipping up our batter here... Lookin’ good! It’s supposed to be very sticky and gooey, so don’t worry about that, and all those lumps are raisins. At least... I hope they are...”
Stormy: “Okay, it’s in the oven! And now we wait. I’ll be enjoying a little seasonal favorite of mine while I pass the time...
Stormy: “Look at that lovely orange color...”
Stormy: “So creamy... So tasty...”
Stormy: “Mmm... it’s going fast! Wait, how much time does the bread have to cook for?”
Stormy’s Human: “It says 35-40 minutes.”
Stormy: “Uhhhm.... crap. I’m gonna need a refill on this, ASAP!”
Stormy: “The moment of truth! Ah, look at these gorgeous little breads... They smell amazing!”
Stormy: “They’re the perfect size for slicing, because who doesn’t love pumpkin bread for breakfast? Or lunch? Or after dinner? Or as a late-night snack? Really, thre’s never a bad time.”
Stormy: “And there you have it, my little pumpkins! I hope you’re all enjoying the season in your own way. Me? I’m going to be noshing on these here breads. Yeah, they probably won’t last the week.”
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Thess vs Herb Garden Day 122: The Difference A Month Makes
It’s time for another photo post of the garden! ...Fuck it, I’m just going to keep calling it ‘the garden’ even though it’s spread out through almost every room in the house, and the balcony. Speaking of the balcony, let’s start there:
Yeah, those huge tall plants to the right? Those are the tomato plants. They kind of outgrew the kitchen windowsill, like, a lot. Also down and to the left: note the orange flowers. I will have courgettes sometime soon.
To the left: oregano. Very tasty oregano. To the right? Basil I saved from a minor case of root rot from when I accidentally overwatered that patch. Which I’m very proud of myself for, by the way.
From left to right: mint, thyme, and rosemary. There’s more to the rosemary that it looks like; the angle’s just a little weird. Anyway, moving on to other herb patches...
The study window containing my parsley, chives, and indoor basil. All three are thriving well; the trimming they got from my collecting ingredients for my lasagne and chicken broccoli pasta bake did them some good.
The other study window. The pot at the front is marjoram, and I’m really proud of that because I was attempting to grow that during the cold snap and marjoram is a really finicky bitch about its temperature tolerance. The pot at the back is chamomile - no flowers yet, but given that it was just a single tiny sprout a month ago, I’m very impressed.
Over to the bedroom, and we have the strawberries. Note the flowers; aphids notwithstanding, they’ve been doing really well. To the point where...
That is going to be a strawberry one day. Huzzah!
And the kitchen, where I moved my pepper plants to give them the Nice Sunshiney Spot vacated by the tomato plants when they got too big for the sill. Oh, and speaking of stuff in the kitchen...
Bonus picture of my various dried fruits and veggies! The big jar at the front is a combination - dried tomato slices and dried courgette slices. Need to go a little easier on the black pepper next time, but they’re tasty. So are all the dried fruits.
Having hobbies is great, especially ones that produce concrete results. It’s just a shame I’ve discovered the ones I love so much right as the chronic pain condition started.
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Get To Know Me Better :)
Thanks @vinvantae for tagging me!! I love doing these as I am incredibly vain lol
Relationship status: Painfully, agonisingly single
Favourite Colour(s): Orange, Pink and Black
Favourite Food: Pasta (of all kinds, but the simpler the better. Cacio e Pepe my beloved), kimchi ramen, nachos
Song Stuck In My Head: Either that one ‘Chrissy Wake Up’ remix from TikTok or ‘Our Last Summer’, specifically the version from Mamma Mia The Movie lol
Last Thing You Googled: Can I take Naproxen and Co-codamol together? (I am 90% painkiller and 10% human at this point lol)
Time: 11:42pm
Dream Trip: Spending a whole summer travelling around the Mediterranean. There’s so much I wanna see!
Last Thing You Read: This one doesn’t specify that it has to be a book so i’m gonna give the honest answer which is This fic by the wonderful @vinvantae
Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Chernobyl by Serhii Plokhy
Last Book You Hated Reading: I don’t think I’ve ever really hated a book I read for pleasure? But tbh I hardly read anymore unless its non-fiction and it’s hard to hate a non-fiction book really.
Favourite Thing To Cook/Bake: I like making vegetable chilli, mainly because I know exactly how I like it and I know all the ingredients are fresh and tasty! I also like to just be able to throw on some fun music and sing my heart out while I chop various vegetables. When it comes to baking, not to blow my own trumpet or anything but I make an amazing Victoria sponge cake. With raspberry jam and fresh chantilly cream ah its delicious.
Favourite Craft To Do In Your Free Time: I like those diamond art kits because they’re repetitive and impossible to fuck up lol. I can just throw on my favourite album and get going without really having to think about it all that much! And you get something sick for your wall once you’re done too!
Most niche dislike: Slow walkers in public places who don’t move to the side to allow fast walkers myself the chance to overtake them. Like yeah, yeah I get it, we’re in a shopping centre for some leisurely shopping time, but also if you’re walking at like -2mph and blocking the entire path when I just want to yeet to Primark and get what I need then I should be able to execute you via firing squad. Sorry lol.
Do You Have Any Sense Of Direction: Once I’ve got my bearings in a place I’m usually pretty good. On road trips I usually earn the role of front seat navigator!
Tell Us About Your D&D Character: I don’t currently have an active character, however, I am currently planning a campaign for a few friends. It’s essentially a heist movie, set in a Vegas-like city. The party are approached by Charles (I stole all the names from F1 Drivers because why not, right?) who is the beloved prince of their nation. He reveals that he had lost his crown to the unscrupulous Lord Fernando in a game of magic poker. The party are tasked with stealing the crown back by any means necessary before the King realises what his son had done. So essentially a heist movie, but with magic users. And a vampire.
I genuinely don’t think I know anyone else who wasn’t already tagged when I was lol, so this is a completely open tag, wherever wants to do this, I give you permission!!!
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gold - MYG | M
↣ you're in love with Min Yoongi, yes, you are, but why do you keep thinking of the boy who broke your heart into a million pieces when you should be focusing on the one who's mending it.
pairing: yoongi x reader (past jungkook x reader)
genre: angst, fluff, smut, bff2l
word count: 17K
warnings/tags: college au, roommate au, unrequited love au, a bit of slow burn, pining, very soft Yoongi, possessive Yoongi, Y/N & Yoongi communicate ~telepathically~, sleepy kitten, voyeurism, explicit smut- video call sex, PDA, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, lots of hickeys, oral (f & m), cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, breast kink, soft smut, praise kink, slight impregnation kink, fingering, protected sex
a/n: this can be read alone, but it’s apart of the ATG universe and a lot of references are made to past scenes.
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To love someone who doesn’t love you back takes strength. How selfless can one be to give and give and give, keep on giving without wanting anything in return. Knowing that the other person is oblivious to their generosity, they take without even acknowledging the fact. But they aren’t to blame. It should be you, the lover, the giver with no limits, who’s to blame. Your heart is weak, battered with each day that passes, exhausting the fruits of your love.
And then there are days where you would want to give up, throw in the towel, say ‘I’m done,’ done with loving this person who is so cruel not to love you back, but they wouldn’t know. They don’t know how you feel, how each smile is like a puncture to the heart, each laugh has them doubling over with pain because it’s just that. Painful. You’re done inflicting pain on yourself with no hesitation.
Then…it might be when you’re doing something as mundane as cleaning your car or washing the dishes or on your daily commute to work, you remember a sweet memory, the moment you knew you fell in love with them, your surroundings seemed normal but inside, you felt like you were levitating, like they’ve suddenly shot beams through your soul and are claiming you as theirs, but no one else saw it because you felt it. You don’t want to give up, not when that person makes you feel alive, and especially when you know that they’re worth it.
That type of love has someone beaten and curled up in a corner, wanting to step out and say something, anything, profess your love but the fear of rejection is what keeps you safe in the dull, little corner. That’s how Yoongi feels right now, as he watches you bake, tongue poking out in concentration, elbow sticking up as you twist the spatula in the bowl of icing. He sighs dreamily, fist pressed under his cheek, sitting at the other end of the counter, but you don’t hear it, thankfully, you’re too busy tasting the icing.
You smack your lips together and he waits for your comment, but it doesn’t come, instead you drag the same finger on the side of the bowl and hold it up to his face. Maybe you didn’t notice that it was the same finger you had in your mouth a moment ago, but he notices, and it has his heart leaping to his throat. You’ve done this plenty of times before, but it still feels like the first, especially when your finger gets trapped between his lips and he licks off the icing, nothing to you, so much to him.
“How is it?”
Yoongi thinks for a while, trying not to blurt out praises when the icing didn’t even reach his tongue yet, but he doesn’t need to lie.
“It’s good. Tasty.”
He sees your eyes flicker from the bowl to his face, shoulders slouching.
“I think it needs more orange zest.”
He shrugs, nodding to the white creamy mixture, “I think it tastes just fine.”
Knowing the perfectionist that you are, he hears you grumble as you slap on the icing and add the finishing touches to the cake, so he walks around the counter and places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you lightly in the direction of the hallway.
“Go change. I’ll clean up here.”
Peering over your shoulder, you pout as he moves you away from your masterpiece.
“Okay, but it needs to set in the fridge for a while.”
He nods, “okay. I got it.”
Yoongi rolls up his sleeves and gets to scrubbing the bowls, you aren’t a messy baker that’s why he doesn’t mind cleaning up when you’re done. He’s excited for tonight, to others it may seem like a bunch of friends hanging out but it’s the first time you agreed to hanging out with his friends. His friends as in, Hoseok and Namjoon. But it’s not like you didn’t hang out with Namjoon before. Who is he kidding? He’s excited to hang out with you, in a place other than your apartment.
It might be fun, sitting around, chilling at the beach or wherever Hoseok plans to hang out. You insisted on baking something and Hoseok said he’s been feeling for cake, as usual, Yoongi helped you out with choosing the flavor. He and Hoseok have similar taste.
He hears your room door shut and he grabs his keys and makes his way to the front door.
“Hey, could you zip me up?”
“Su-“ Yoongi’s words die on his tongue when he catches a glimpse of your exposed back, hair swung across your shoulder, baby pink bra clasp peeking through. It’s not just the fact that he can see your…skin, but the dress you’re wearing has him taking a deep breath as he approaches you, fingers shaking as he pulls the zipper between his fingers and drags it all the way up, with a satisfying zip.
You spin around and pat his shoulder, his breath hitches when he notices that you’re wearing lip gloss. This is the first time you’re wearing lip gloss, well, this is the first time he’s seeing you with lip gloss on. He knows you prefer…matte? He thinks. But now it’s going to be even more difficult for him to keep his eyes anywhere else and not on your lips without looking like a horny teenager. And if his friends take notice of his weird behavior, he knows he’ll be done for.
That’s why, on the ride to Hoseok’s apartment, he doesn’t look at you as you speak, preparing himself for later, when there’s others around to scrutinize him.
“Here,” he takes the cake from your hands, “you’re wearing heels. Wouldn’t want you to trip on the way up.”
He feels your hand slide along his shoulders, breath hitching when you hug his arm, “thanks Yoongs.”
Yoongs. There it is again. How can he resist you when you’re so cute, but at the same time he wants you to have his ba-
“Hyung!”
Hoseok takes the cake from his hands and ushers you inside his home. Immediately, Yoongi’s smile sags into a frown when he sees Taehyung and Jimin standing at the kitchen table, Taehyung’s eyes widen when they land on you and Yoongi’s fist clenches when he starts showering you with compliments.
“Hyung,” Jimin hugs Yoongi and pats his back, drink sloshing around in his cup.
“Hey. I didn’t know you guys were gonna be here.”
Jimin laughs, “what? Why wouldn’t we be here?”
“I just-“
“Hyung,” Taehyung walks toward Yoongi, you follow close behind, “doesn’t Y/N look pretty today?”
This little shit.
“Yes,” Yoongi keeps his gaze on Taehyung’s smug face, “I already told her.”
He hears you laugh, “what? No, you didn’t.”
He glares at you, “yes I did.”
“Ohhh, I get it. I get it,” you turn to Taehyung, “Yoongi and I think we might have some kind of telepathic connection.”
Taehyung cocks an eyebrow, “how?”
“Well,” Yoongi sees Taehyung watch your movement as you hook your arm into his, tugging him closer to you, “we literally, always say the same thing at the same time. And our restaurant choices always clash. Like the same day that I feel like eating sushi, he’d say he was feeling for sushi too! Or he could say he wants lamb skewers and I’d say I wanted that too!”
Yoongi grins at you, pinching your cheek as your eyes disappear with your smile.
“Hmm. Hyung? Maybe you should use that connection more.”
Yoongi bites on his bottom lip, trying desperately to keep his composure. Jimin pulls you into the lounge and Taehyung tries to follow them, but Yoongi pokes a finger into his shoulder. He takes a step back, mouth hanging open.
“What?”
“I swear, if you don’t shut up. I’m gonna bea-“
“Chill, hyung. It was just a joke.”
Yoongi nods and lets him pass, knowing that Taehyung just likes to annoy him.
You’re sitting on the couch between Namjoon and Jimin, Yoongi grabs a chair and sits on the opposite end of the room.
“Everyone’s here,” Namjoon grins, head swivelling around to spot Taehyung.
“Except Seokjin-hyung.”
Taehyung speaks from his spot on the floor, “and Jungkook.”
Yoongi sees your face fall, fiddling with the beads on your purse. He knows you miss him, he misses Jungkook too. The last few weeks that he spent with the two of you was peaceful. He just wishes he knew what goes through your mind when someone mentions him. Because you don’t speak for the next ten minutes, lost in your thoughts, no one else notices.
“I’m glad he isn’t here,” Taehyung shrugs, “caused enough trouble here then left.”
Namjoon laughs, “he caused trouble? You should be the last one talking, Taehyung-ah.”
Yoongi nods, waiting for Taehyung’s snarky comment, seeing Jimin laugh and nudge your shoulder, but you give a half-hearted smile.
“It’s not a joke, Jimin.”
“Yoongi.”
“No, Hobi. Everyone makes it like a joke every time this comes up, but no one will consider the fact that none of you even have the right to joke about it. Jungkook was misguided and he got sick, he’s doing better, and he isn’t here now. Let’s leave him there.”
Namjoon sighs, rubbing his forehead, “yeah. I’m kind of glad that Ara is off his back.”
“Still can’t believe he isn’t the father.”
Jimin kicks Taehyung’s shin, “why can’t you believe it? We all knew she was sleeping around.”
Yoongi hears you clear your throat, he rushes to change the subject, “anyway,” he claps to get everyone’s attention, “where are we going?”
Hoseok laughs, “nowhere. We can chill on the roof, if you want.”
“What? I thought we were gonna head to the beach or something.”
When Namjoon leaves the couch to fetch the snacks, Yoongi springs up from the chair and sits down next to you.
“Hi,” he leans in close, shooting you a smile. You smell so damn good. You smell good everyday but the perfume you’re wearing tonight makes him want to eat you up.
“Hey,” the smile you give him doesn’t reach your eyes.
His eyebrows pinch together, hoping your mood isn’t spoiled after the conversation from earlier. He’s your friend before anything else. So, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“You good?”
You nod against his chest, “yeah. Just tired.”
He dips his head to look at your face, “are you sure?”
You punch his shoulder, pulling away from him, “yes!”
He chuckles, pinching your cheek lightly, eyes glued to your lips. He hears Hoseok clear his throat from behind him, so he sits back against the couch, sniffling a bit as he rubs the side of his nose with his knuckle. But he can’t escape, you lean back with him, settling under his arm, leaning into his side.
Taehyung was watching the whole exchange, “Y/N…Is Yoongi your new best friend?”
You look up at Yoongi, narrowing your eyes at him, he mirrors your action, trying not to be weird.
“No…”
Yoongi’s heart sinks a bit, he knows that you haven’t really said anything about your friendship, but he hoped that you might’ve built a close bond, he can feel it. He wondered if you could feel it too. And not only because he’s in love with you.
“He’s more than my best friend.”
Taehyung and Yoongi share the same expression, you seem to notice, and you wave your hands in the air, laughing to yourself.
“No, no. Not like that…I can’t explain it.”
Yoongi blinks at you, hoping you would explain it because he can hear his heart pound in his ears.
“Oh, so you mean like a brother?”
You laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, silky hair covering your face. Yoongi joins in, despite not knowing why you’re laughing. Just because you’re so pretty when you laugh.
“No! Not like a brother. I don’t know,” Yoongi’s eyes widen a fraction when you turn to him, eyes scanning his face, he hopes his face isn’t as red as he feels, “Yoongi is more than my best friend. My closest friend, I think. But not like…a brother or anything.”
“Thank you,” Yoongi blurts out, knowing his cheeks is definitely red now. You can’t explain your relationship, because you feel the connection too. Unspoken. That’s what he thinks. But he remembers that you called Taehyung more than your best friend too. Your family.
“Aw hyung! Look at your face.”
Yoongi places his palms over his cheeks, “stop it!”
“Yoongi gets shy when anyone says anything about him,” he hears Hoseok say, Yoongi makes a mental note to thank him later.
You peel Yoongi’s hands away, cooing at his scrunched-up face.
“I know. He’s so cute when he’s shy. That’s why I like to get him flustered.”
No. Please don’t.
Yoongi thinks he might combust, that’s how hot he feels and when Namjoon returns with the snacks and gestures for everyone to follow him to the rooftop, he’s the first to leave his seat and make his way out of the warm apartment. He hears you call out for him to wait for you, and he has no choice but to stand outside the apartment, staring down at his shoes when you bump into him as you walk up the stairs.
“You know I’ve never been here before. Your old apartment,” you chuckle, taking careful steps with your heels.
“Yeah,” he laughs, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets, “I didn’t realize that.”
A gust of wind sweeps the skirt of your dress upward and Yoongi scrambles to the floor, wrapping his arms around your legs, holding your skirt down, hearing everyone laugh at him, including you.
“Uh, Yoongi,” he presses his forehead to your knee, laughing at his own stupidity, “I’m wearing tights under. It’s okay.”
He feels you scratch the top of his head, uncaring of his clothes that is now covered in dirt and soot. Begrudgingly, he lets go off you and stands up to his full height.
“Sorry.”
You shake your head, “it’s okay.”
He sees you rub your arms, gazing up at the moon, “it’s so beautiful up here. This is the view you ditched to live at my shitty apartment?”
“I get an even better view.”
“What?”
Yoongi points at a random building, “no I was just saying, the view at our apartment isn’t bad. We see all the cute cats.”
You nod, “yeah. You’re right. I want a cat.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I was thinking…I need a cute pet in my life, but I don’t think our landlord allows pets.”
Yoongi hums, thinking about giving the landlord a call and enquiring about the policies for pets.
“Over here!”
Yoongi spins around to see the rest of the guys waving them over, he stares down at your open palm, wondering how it would feel to hold your hand as you walk to the other end of the rooftop. He notices you shivering a bit.
“Are you cold?”
You shake your head, taking a swig from the cup Namjoon handed you, “it’s okay. I’m not that cold.”
Yoongi wants to kick himself for choosing to ditch his jacket before they arrived at Hoseok’s place.
“Y/N, you’re graduating this year?”
“Yep,” you wink at Namjoon, “we’re graduating and thanks to Namjoon, I already have a job from this month.”
Namjoon waves a hand dismissively, “you did it all by yourself and plus, you needed some persuasion.”
Yoongi hands you the sour worms, “I think I deserve some thanks too.”
You grin, “thank you for convincing me to take the offer.”
He puffs out his chest, “thank you.”
Yoongi takes the time to appreciate the silence, the soft howl of the wind brushes past him as he tilts his head back, staring up at the stars. The silence doesn’t last too long, however, because Taehyung wants to play a drinking game and you’re all sitting in a circle.
“I’ll go first,” you hug your knees to your chest, holding your cup in one hand, “uhmm…let’s start simple. Never have I ever…peed in the shower…”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “seriously?” And proceeds to take a sip of his drink.
“EW! Oh my God.”
Yoongi sees Hoseok take a sip.
“As a kid!”
You shrug, “fair enough. Okay. Who’s next? Jimin.”
Jimin taps his chin, “ooh! Never have I ever had sex in the movie theatre.”
Yoongi watches you suck your lips in, holding your cup to your chest, while the rest of them take a sip from their cup.
Yoongi wags a finger in Hoseok’s face, “I remember.”
“Okay,” Namjoon pats his thigh, “my turn. Never have I ever…cheated on a test.”
Everyone groans, and takes a sip, including you and Yoongi’s mouth hangs open, teasing you a bit while you laugh.
“Never have I ever been in love,” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink.
Yoongi sees you take a swig from the corner of his eye, and he holds the rim to his lips too, tipping his head back as the liquid streams down his throat.
“Yoongi! You never told me you were in love.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “isn’t there like a rule where we aren’t supposed to discuss the answers or something.”
He laughs when you shove his shoulder, “but you were judging me because I cheated on a test before!”
“I need a refill,” Taehyung fills his cup and gestures for Hoseok to continue.
“Never have I ever,” Hoseok’s face lights up, “gotten a lap dance.”
Hoseok is the only one that takes a sip and Yoongi hears you mumble.
“I’ve given one…”
“Really,” his throat feels dry, gaze dragging across your figure as he imagines you giving him a lap dance.
You shrug, “just once.”
Yoongi wants to know who that lucky guy was, he’d like to shake his hand or maybe give him daggers from afar.
Hoseok pats Yoongi’s back, “your turn.”
He thinks of the things he wants to know the most about you, something he can’t ask you directly.
“We don’t have all night, hyung.”
“Uhmmm…when was the-“
“That’s not how it works!”
Taehyung slaps his forehead, while Jimin falls back on the cement, tears streaming down his face from how hard he’s laughing.
“Hey! Give him a chance,” you place your hand on his bicep, explaining the rules of the game all over again.
Yoongi knows how the game works, he was under pressure because all eyes were on him, yours especially.
“Okay. Never have I ever…told someone I love them without meaning it.”
Yoongi sees Taehyung, Jimin and Namjoon take a sip, and he does too. A part of him knew that you wouldn’t.
Yoongi slings your arm over his shoulder, helping you up your apartment stairs.
“I promise,” your breath touches his face, thick with alcohol, “I didn’t expect to get drunk tonight.”
He chuckles, placing your heels on the floor to get his keys from his pocket.
“Here,” you thrust your purse in his direction and he opens it, rummaging for the keys.
When he’s about to close the shiny bag again, something catches his eye.
Jungkook’s tag from the time he spent in the hospital. Your head hits his shoulder and he’s broken out of his thoughts, rushing to get the door open and get you to bed. Your lips graze his neck, he swallows, trying to quiet his thoughts, dragging you all the way into your room and helping you under the blanket.
“You smell nice,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, nose hitting his chin.
“Uhm, thank you. Let’s sleep now, okay. Goodnight.”
Yoongi would have offered you a glass of water, but he needed to get away from you. When your scent alone is enough to intoxicate him. He turns on the shower to its coldest setting and locks the bathroom door. He hates himself every time he thinks of you when he’s sweaty under his sheets, chasing his release, images of you flashing behind his lids. And he won’t hate himself more, when you’re on the other side of the wall, sleeping peacefully while his mind is filled with wicked thoughts of you. He lets the cold water pelt against his back, calming his senses.
He doesn’t know how if he can hold himself back anymore, his feelings chew at him a little more each day. You need to know that his every waking thought is clouded by you, your mannerisms, your cute little habits, your oblivious touches. But it’s the same mantra each night, and he goes to bed with more memories to replay in his head, until they lull him off to sleep.
Yoongi is sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through Twitter when he hears your familiar shuffle down the hallway, greeting him with a slightly dim smile. He loves when you dress all smart casual for work, hair up in a loose bun.
“I feel like shit. Could you give me a ride to campus today?”
He nods, lifting the mug to his lips as he keeps his eyes on the screen.
“I’m heading to the studio today.”
You turn on the stove and grab a frying pan, “yeah? Did that agency contact you yet?”
“No,” he tries not to let the disappointment seep into his voice, “it’s okay. I’ll just try with someone else if this doesn’t work out.”
You prepare a plate as you fry the eggs, asking him if he wants some but he shakes his head.
“But you really wanted this one to come through.”
He sighs, “yeah. But that’s life…If they like my work, I wouldn’t need to finish this degree. I’d be set.”
You pull out the chair and set your plate of eggs on the table, taking your usual seat at the opposite end.
“But you should finish this degree, you’re graduating this year too. Just a few more months.”
“Yeah,” he rinses his mug and heads for the shower. Four years would go to waste when he’s this close to graduating and he drops out. If he gets this job, he wouldn’t need to spend his days in a musty studio with bad wifi, he’ll get a better working space in Geom’s building. He could even move to the other side of town, but he wouldn’t do that. Of course not.
“Do you need me to fetch you after?”
You unclick your seatbelt and grab your bag from the backseat, “nah. I’m heading to the offices with Namjoon later.”
He smiles, “okay. See you later then.”
“Bye Yoongs.”
On his drive to the studio, he thinks about what he saw in your purse. Jungkook’s tag from the hospital. He knows that you don’t use that sparkly purse every day, so you must keep it with you whenever you go. It makes his heart thud in his chest, after everything that happened, all the drama and fuss, you still keep him close to you. You still love him, he knows you do. Jungkook is the name that must not be spoken, like it conjures up painful memories you wish to forget but at the same time, you hold on to them.
Yoongi hopes that one day he can get you to really, fully open up to him, and he hopes that he can do the same. Until then, he will continue to write and convey his feelings in his songs.
He hears someone knock on his studio door, so he pulls off his headphones. Smiling a bit when he sees Suha.
“Hiii,” she hugs Yoongi and sits on the black couch in the corner, making herself comfortable like every other time.
“Hey,” he pulls the chair toward his desk and puts his headphones back on.
“You’re so rude. I came here to talk to you. You know.”
He rolls his eyes, letting his headphones fall around his neck and spinning around in his chair, “what is it?”
She scoffs, tossing her burnt orange hair over her shoulder, “I just came to have a chat with my friend. Is that asking for too much?”
Yoongi would say that, yes, it is too much, because he knows that she has a crush on him, and she isn’t subtle. It bothers him because he’s not interested, but there’s no reason for him to be impolite.
“Okay,” he folds his arms, “speak.”
“Well, how was your weekend?”
“Awesome,” he glares at her, hoping she would leave so that he can get back to work.
“Ugh, won’t you ask about mine?”
“How was your weekend, Suha?”
She grins, “it was nice. I had loads of fun with my girls at some party, I can’t remember whose birthday it was. But anyway-“ she hooks a foot around the leg of his chair and wheels him closer to her, face a few inches away from his, tugging on the lapels of his jacket “-there was this guy. He was hitting on me, and he wanted to take me home.”
Yoongi sets his gaze on her brown eyes and not her cleavage that’s on display for him, arms still folded, head pressing into the leather of his chair, smelling the perfume he knows will linger in his studio for the next two hours.
“Is that so?”
She nods, tracing a finger down his jaw, “but I said no. Ask me why?”
He sighs, wondering why he entertains her when he knows where this is headed, but he’s forced to.
“Why?”
“I told him that I couldn’t go home with him because there’s this other guy.”
“Didn’t think you were the loyal type.”
“Ugh Yoongi,” her eyes roll to the back of her head, “you know what happens to me when you say shit like that.”
Yoongi tries to spin around and return to his abandoned track when she curls her fingers around his neck and presses her lips to his. He can taste her chapstick, coconut. He places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her back on the couch, gesturing to the door when he moves away, nudging the mouse around to bring the computer screen back to life.
He hears her huff, heels pressing into the floor, “you’re such a tease.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, knowing how differently everything would play out if the roles were reversed. He doesn’t understand why he lets her enter his studio, oh right, her father owns the building, and he needs this space until he finds a proper job. Maybe that isn’t the only reason. She’s pretty, and he likes the attention. He can still taste the coconut on his lips, he wipes his mouth on his shoulder, remembering the last time he kissed someone. Over a year ago, his last girlfriend, Micha, the beginning of the end for him. How he broke up with her because he didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone when he couldn’t get someone else out of his mind. Months have passed, and you’re still living in his head.
He wonders if you’ve eaten yet. He knows that you and Namjoon go out for lunch together. He hopes you have a good day, that no one is mean to you, that everything runs smoothly at work, that the universe is always on your side. Just like that, he got distracted.
Straightening his posture, he gets back to the track he was working on. Immersed in his sounds, he almost misses the incessant vibration coming from his phone that’s sitting to the side of the computer. He wants to ignore it, but the thought that it might be the agency makes him yank off his headphones and answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Is this Min Yoongi?”
He swallows, “yes.”
“Congratulations, you have been accepted into Geom age-“
Yoongi bites his fist, banging his foot on the ground as he cuts the call, a notification from his banking app catches his attention. Stating that his account has been topped up with a hefty amount. He grabs his cap, and USB and whatever else he needs to take with him and zooms out of the building. He’s so happy, he probably wouldn’t mind if someone slapped him right now. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. Well, actually he does. The first thing he gets to, is grocery shopping, because the apartment is in desperate need of food. He even picks up a huge bouquet and a pretty vase to keep on the kitchen counter. Of course, he texts Hoseok to let him know, and he’s so impatient to give you the news but he’ll wait until you get home.
“Tulips?”
He jumps up from the couch and makes his way to you, shuffling from foot to foot, “yeah, they were pretty.”
“They are pretty.”
Following you into the kitchen, he watches your eyes bug out when you see the grocery bags sitting on the kitchen floor, scanning each one.
“None of this would matter if you didn’t get ice-cream.”
He laughs, “already in the freezer.” Baby.
This is the time where he loves to admire you the most, all sweaty from a long day in the office. But he doesn’t get to appreciate your ethereal sight tonight because of his jitters.
“I…uhm, I have something to tell you.”
You whip your head around, “what is it, Yoongs?”
He grabs your shoulders, “I got in!”
Your hands fly to your mouth, “really?”
He nods, burying his face in your shoulder when you hug him, “congratulations! I knew it!”
“Thank you,” he tightens his hold around your body, breathing in your scent.
When he pulls away, hands still on your shoulders, he sees your eyes flicker to his lips, breath hitching, ever so slowly, he leans in, thinking that this is it. The moment of truth, finally, he’ll know if you have feelings for him or not and maybe you will too. His eyes flutter shut, but when his nose touches yours, you clear your throat and pull away, crouching down and lifting a bag to set on the counter.
“Let’s…uhm, let’s set these in the cupboard.”
Yoongi feels like pulling his hair out, he feels like smacking himself in the face. How could he be so stupid? In a moment of happiness, when everything feels like it’s coming together for him, you would suddenly have feelings for him? Shoulders sagging a bit, he helps you unpack the groceries, lips pursed, trying not to look at your face.
“I hope we have enough space,” you laugh, placing the almond milk in the refrigerator.
Yoongi stares at the back of your head, how he wishes he could use that telepathic power you always talk about. And for the rest of the evening, you eat in silence, silence around you but it’s the complete opposite in his head. He can’t help but feel like you must think that he tried to take advantage of you. Another best friend, that has feelings for you. He didn’t plan on becoming your close friend, maybe he did want to go beyond a friendship, but he didn’t think that you would be eating together, living together, literally doing everything together almost every day. He can’t help but feel a little dependent on you, in a way that can affect his moods. He knows that it’s the end for him, and he doesn’t know if there’s a way out.
You think about last night, about Yoongi, and his pouty lips, how they puckered when he leaned in close. Everything that happened between the two of you, since the beginning, replays in your head. Did he have feelings for you since then? Was that why he got close to you? Why he helps you out so much? That can’t be it. He’s sweet to everyone, he was sweet to Jungkook. He even paid his hospital bills. And that brings you back to him.
Jungkook. The boy who trots in your head like a circus monkey. You wish you could get rid of him, you wish you could, but you don’t know how to. Last night, all you could think about was Yoongi, and the fact that he might have feelings for you, that he’s your close friend but he wants to be more than that. He wanted to kiss you. But Jungkook was the one you saw in your dreams, and you woke up, reminded of the fact that he’s far away, but even if he was near, you couldn’t be together.
“Hey!”
Namjoon enters your office, patting your head as he passes you.
“Doing good?”
You sigh, “yeah.”
He nods, “good,” and spins around to exit the mostly quiet space, but you call out for him, making him poke his head through the doorway.
“Can I…ask you something?”
Namjoon is Yoongi’s close friend, he may or may not know something. It’s worth a try to ask him if he might know something. Because it’s niggling at the back of your mind, and you’re usually done with your spreadsheets by now, but you can’t seem to get a single piece of work done.
He walks toward you, placing his arm on the chair next to yours, “what’s up?”
“It’s about-“ you meet his concerned stare “-Yoongi.”
Sucking his lips in, he turns on his heel and tries to sprint away from you, but you grab his arm and yank him down on the chair.
“Why why why? WHY are you running away?”
His head falls forward, shoulders shaking a bit as he laughs, “you know I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
You raise an eyebrow, “why would you want to keep your mouth shut?”
He doesn’t respond, and you flick his forehead, banging your fists on his shoulders lightly.
“Please tell me! Whatever you know! I’ll take anything.”
“Wait,” he lifts his head, “did something happen?”
You lean back in your chair, glancing at the screen that’s on sleep mode.
“Kind of…He tried to…kiss me?”
He laughs, loudly, mouth wide open very hyena-like, and you smack his shoulder.
“It’s not funny!”
“Hyung tried to kiss you?”
You nod, lips in a pout, “and I don’t know I…wanted to kiss him too?”
You only realize what you said when you hear your voice, and your eyes widen while Namjoon shakes his head, leaning forward and placing one hand on his thigh.
“Then why didn’t you?”
You rub the tips of your nails together, watching the movement.
“Ah,” you see him nod from the corner of your eye, “I think I know why.”
You glare at him, and he holds his arms up placatingly.
“I won’t say it.”
He sighs, grabbing your attention, “since the cat’s out of the bag…kind of. Hyung really, really, really likes you.”
Your breath gets caught in your throat.
“And I’m surprised he lasted this long, usually he would move on to someone else if he can see that you don’t like him back.”
“But I-“ you blink at him, trying to put your thoughts into words that actually make sense “-I do like him back. But I’m confused.”
Namjoon pats your head, “okay. But don’t tell him that. You’ll make him confused too. Because I know that he likes you a lot.”
“A lot?”
His eyes are as large as saucers, trying to emphasize the words, “A LOT like alot.”
Thoughts even more jumbled up than before, you pick at the hangnail on your thumb, thinking that Yoongi might possible love you? He’s incredibly sweet, so caring and intelligent. He knows how to cook, and he cries every time he watches Hachi but he thinks you don’t see it. He’s attractive, really attractive, maybe you did dream of a blond sexy demon once. He has nice fingers, wearing pretty rings, and arms, especially when he’s busy chopping up vegetables. And he’s gotten even more buff since you met him. You know that he works out. Thicc boy.
“Ahem-“ you realize that Namjoon was watching you when you zoned out “-were you just daydreaming about hyung?”
You splutter, adjusting your blazer, “no. I wasn’t.”
He points to your lip, your hand comes up, wondering what the fuck he’s doing.
“Is that- Is that drool?”
Heat travelling to your face, you move closer to your desk and wave him off, “go away Joon. I have work.”
“Have fun,” he calls from the doorway, while you roll your eyes, thinking that you would have drooled if you thought of Yoongi any longer.
When you get home, you decide to make a beef casserole before Yoongi gets home. To busy yourself. But that doesn’t stop your thoughts from running to one end and then to the other. You hear the door unlock and Yoongi comes in your line of sight, white T-shirt clinging to his sweaty body. Your eyes rake down his figure, and he points in the direction of the bathroom. You know that he showers after he works out and then eats supper. Things don’t feel tense between the two of you, on your end, but you can tell that he’s edgy.
“How was work?”
You nod, “was good.”
He hums, chopsticks working with his fingers, you watch the movement, ogling his veiny hands, rings glinting in the light.
“This is good. Thank you.”
His voice interrupts your thoughts, you smile, even though he isn’t looking at you.
After you’re done cleaning up, you decide to watch a movie together, and for the first time, you pick a romance. You have no idea why. But you do. However, midway through the sappy movie, your lower abdomen starts to churn, and you can’t help but let out a small whine, placing your hand on your stomach. Period cramps are the worst for you during the first few days.
He pauses the movie, while you lay your head on the armrest, slouching down into the soft couch.
“What’s wrong?”
You shake your head, not wanting to add to the weirdness which heightens with each minute that passes.
He moves closer to you, placing a warm hand on your shoulder, “come on. I can tell that something’s wrong. Are you not feeling well? Do you have an upset stomach?”
Your heart quickens its pace at his concern, “no...Period cramps.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while, and you think that you might’ve made things even more awkward, but you feel him grab your arm and yank you up.
“I heard that folding your body like that wouldn’t help. You need to stretch your muscles.”
You gawk at him, seeing his eyelashes flutter as he speaks.
“Do you want a back rub?”
You swallow, wondering if a back rub may help relieve your cramps, because you’ve never gotten one.
He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck, “my ex-girlfriend…she used to like back rubs.”
You nod, voice small, “okay.”
Clueless about how to position yourself on the couch, you ask him to tell you how to sit. He guides you to rest your head on his lap, lying flat on your stomach, legs extended over the armrest of the couch. You face the screen, not his crotch, because that would be weird. When his large palm starts to massage your lower back in circles, pressing down a bit, your eyes shut, a soft sigh leaving your lips.
“Is that…nice?”
You nod against his thighs, arms laying limp at your sides.
After a little while, sore muscles soothed, you find curiosity itching into your mind.
“So…your ex?”
His hand stops its movement, you wiggle your hips, getting him to continue with his comforting rubs.
“Yeah…what. What about her?”
“I mean…how did you get together, or break up?”
You hope you don’t sound too inquisitive, but you’ve had conversations like this before, mostly about yourself.
“We, uhm. Met a party,” he laughs, so raspy, “lasted for a while. But I broke up with her. I think you met her, at the beach once.”
You remember, the day you went to the beach with Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook was laying in your lap, similar to the position you’re in now. You try to blink the memory away.
“Yeah…And…why did you break up? If you don’t mind me asking,” you rush to add the last part, shivering a bit when his fingers brush the skin peeking out from under your sleepshirt.
“I didn’t…wasn’t feeling it anymore.”
“Oh,” is all you get out, if he wanted to tell you more, he would. And he does, saying how he felt even more lonely when he was with Micha. And the fact that he couldn’t keep lying to her about his feelings, when he started to develop an interest in someone else.
“Someone else?”
His hand comes up to rest between your shoulder blades, “yeah.”
You wonder if that someone else could be you, your cheeks heat and you hope that he can’t see your face.
“I’m leaving on Friday.”
Your eyebrows pinch together, “why?”
“They want to interview me. Just the usual. Before I get settled in their main offices here.”
“Oh,” your fingers trace the thin material of his pants, “and when will you be back?”
“I’m gonna stay for the weekend. So, Monday.”
You nod, heart suddenly thumping in your chest when you think about goingback to living alone, without him. Will miss you. You want to say, but you know what it will mean to him, and like Namjoon said, if you’re confused, you shouldn’t confuse him too.
The next morning, you stretch your limbs, awoken to a bright light on your face, when you try to bury your face in your pillow, a low groan makes you startle. Your eyes fly open to be met with Yoongi’s tough chest, pressing against your face. Lifting your head a bit, the bright light was the sun, beaming through the sheer curtains in your lounge. One arm is wrapped around your waist, while the other rests under your head. You know for a fact that he’s going to wake up with pins and needles. When you take notice of where your arms are placed, around his back, you pull them away, wondering how you fell off to sleep in this position. You’ve fallen asleep plenty of times before while watching a movie, but you never cuddled…like this. His scent fills your nostrils and you’re still in a sleepy haze, acknowledging that you had a dreamless sleep after months.
You tilt your head up to find him staring down at you, body pressed to yours.
“Good morning.”
His voice sounds almost robotic with how deep it is, your body erupts in a wave of goosebumps.
“Morning,” you mumble, aware of your proximity, eyes darting down to his lips that look so soft and plush. It’s quiet, too quiet, peaceful almost as you peer into his dark orbs, swirling with fondness and something else…But he doesn’t make a move like the last time, he keeps his arms around you, and you’re suddenly hit with the thought that no one held you like this in a long time…The last was Jungkook. Jungkook, big doe eyes, cute lips, with a mentality of a child, so innocent yet troubled.
Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath and peel his arms off you, putting on your slippers and walking to the bathroom. As you stare at your reflection, you can feel the lump build in your throat, softening a bit when the tears begin to fall, nose clogged. That’s how it will always be. Even if you try to move on, Jungkook would always keep your heart with him. You don’t know if you can move on. And you don’t want to hurt Yoongi, when even the smallest thing still reminds you of Jungkook.
For the rest of the day, you know that the grey cloud is back, following you everywhere you go. Your mood is sour, and you feel guilty. Guilty because you can’t return Yoongi’s feelings the way you want to, and he deserves better than that. Because he’s a good person. He deserves all the love in the world. And you want to be the one to give it to him. You didn’t have breakfast with him today and you drove yourself to campus and now, you’re sitting in your office at work, moping around.
Taehyung said he’ll visit you later today, so you hope that he can brighten your mood a bit.
“Hey!”
He places the take-out boxes on your desk and wraps you up in a tight hug, taking the chair next to you.
“Thanks Tae. For the food.”
He shrugs, already tucking into the jajangmyeon, “I know it’s your favorite.”
It’s your favorite, but you can’t bring yourself to take the first bite, remembering that it’s Yoongi’s favorite too, chopsticks poking around, tempting aromas reaching your nose that does nothing to whet your appetite.
“What’s up?”
Taehyung sets his bowl down, gesturing to your untouched meal.
“Ah. Nothing,” you shake your head, although your face must show that it’s far from nothing.
“Something’s bothering you. Is it someone at work?”
You shake your head, “actually. It’s someone at home.”
“Yoongi?”
You nod meekly. Knowing that Taehyung should be the last person you confide in.
“Hyung is bothering you?”
You wave your arms around, “nooo. It’s just-“
“Namjoon-hyung told me that you know.”
You lift your head, eyes meeting his, “yeah?”
“And hyung knows that you know too.”
Your eyes bug out of your head, “really?”
He scoffs, “I mean, you guys almost kissed. So, it’s pretty obvious now.”
“Yeah,” you admit, more to yourself than him.
“So, what’s the problem?”
“I like him.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up, “okay, and?”
“I like him but I…am confused.”
He grabs the seat of his chair and scoots closer to you, “how are you confused?”
You scan his face, dark brown hair falling into his eyes, sauce smeared on his lips.
“I just…”
“It’s that asshole, isn’t it?”
You nudge his shoulder, “what do you mean ‘asshole’? If anyone’s an asshole, it’s you!”
He holds his chin, “fair enough. But I didn’t tell him to fuck around and screw every girl on campus.”
You take a shuddering breath, “Taehyung, please.”
“Okay. I’m sorry,” he scrubs his hand down his cheek, “went a little off track there.”
You cross your legs, you should have never mentioned this to him at all. It was a bad idea.
“So, you like hyung and he likes you back.”
He continues to speak, but you don’t look at him, choosing to flip through one of the manila folders Namjoon left on your desk earlier.
“To be honest, if there’s anyone that deserves to be with you. It’s Yoongi-hyung.”
Tilting your head to look at him, you search for the honesty in his eyes.
“I’m serious. You’re like, a match made in heaven.”
“How?”
He pats your knee, “think about it. Whenever anyone’s in trouble, who do we call first? You live with him, so you might know.”
“Yoongi.”
“Yes, he’s helpful and caring and generous. Just like you. You might think that those are the traits every person on this earth should have! But they don’t, it’s hard to find someone who truly cares about your safety…or whatever. The point is,” he holds up both his index fingers, “you and hyung complement each other.”
He shrugs, “I don’t think anyone would suit you better than hyung. And you won’t find anyone who loves you more. Not even me,” he mumbles the last part, and you poke his ribs, breaking the serious air around you.
“What was that?”
He pouts, “stop it! You know what I said!”
Wait. Did he say love? Yoongi loves you? How is that possible? You’re a mess, he witnessed you at your lowest moments in life. But that says a lot, doesn’t it? He loves you, even at your worst. He still stuck by your side, when no one was around.
“Happy?”
You nod, “happy.”
When you get home, you can hear Yoongi humming in the kitchen, heart soaring a bit when you hear him talk to himself. You peek around the corner, eyebrows furrowing when you notice that he isn’t talking to himself, but down at his foot.
“You’re gonna meet your mommy just now, okay? God, she’s gonna be so excited.”
You place your keys on the counter, announcing your presence. He jumps a bit when he sees you, but his gummy smile still greets you.
“Don’t come on this side!”
You sit down on the other side of the counter, shooting him a confused look.
“I wasn’t gonna. Whatchya cooking?”
“Uhm. Meat.”
You roll your eyes, giggling a bit, “okay…”
“I have something to give you.”
You can hear your heart beating in your ears, throat going dry when he places a large basket on the counter.
“What,” you stand, seeing a pink blanket covering the contents, “is this, Yoongi?”
He grins, folding the blanket over neatly to produce a-
‘Meow.’
“Yoongi,” you reach inside the basket and pull out the ginger kitchen, holding her close to your chest, suddenly feeling tears prickle your eyes. You have no idea why you’re so emotional.
You hold her up, tiny paws moving around, “she’s so cute,” you sniffle, green eyes gazing into yours.
Yoongi is standing behind you now, scratching the top of the kitten’s head, “I know.”
You cradle her in your arms, guessing that she’s a girl from her blanket.
“I got all her supplies and everything. Even gave her a bath.”
“Wow, Yoongi. I- Wait-” you turn to him, seeing his smile fall from his face “-the landlord?”
He shakes his head, corners of his mouth lifting, “I talked to him and he said cats are fine.”
“Really?”
He nods, a small ‘oof’ leaving his mouth when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, voice muffled by his shirt.
“Thank you, Yoongi. You have no idea how happy I am right now.”
His lips graze your neck, “me too.”
When you pull away, reminiscent of the other night, his eyes are glued to your lips, you take a deep breath, leaning in too, but you’re unable to close your eyes. You take a step back and place the kitten back in her basket.
“What we eating?”
“Y/N.”
“Hmm,” you turn around to face him, seeing Yoongi with his head hanging, palms placed flat on the counter.
“I can’t…can’t do this anymore.”
You swallow, “do what?”
“This,” he gestures between the two of you, and you feel your heart leap to your throat at the sad look in his eyes.
Your lips part, wanting to say something, anything, to rid him off the pain that’s evident in his eyes, but you have no idea.
“I know you feel it too.”
Nodding, you glance at the kitten, sleeping peacefully in her basket, wishing you were anywhere else but here. Because it hurts for you too.
“So, why do you keep pushing me away?”
His voice is soft, calm, like he doesn’t want to scare you. You would be angry, furious, this person, that you love, is playing with your feelings. But it wasn’t your intention.
“I-I don’t know.”
He throws his arms up exasperatedly, “you don’t know? I think I know.”
Your eye twitches at his tone, not wanting him to continue, not wanting to hear it.
“You’re too stuck in the past to notice what’s right in front of you.”
The first tear rolls down your cheek, and he’s not looking at you anymore. It’s the truth.
“Why can’t you just accept me, Y/N?”
His voice is shaky and your lips tremble, more tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I don’t-“ you hiccup, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand “-know.”
He slams his palm on the counter and storms off into the hallway not before yelling, “you don’t know? Like I said,” he pokes his tongue in his cheek, “I can’t do this anymore. Because you know that you’re fighting your feelings.”
He returns with an overnight bag and a jacket, grabbing his keys and heading for the front door. Through your tears, you remember that he’s leaving for the weekend tomorrow morning, but where would he go. Probably stay at Hoseok’s apartment. He spares you a glance right before he disappears behind the door. You grab the basket and head to your room, flopping down on your bed with a loud sigh, tears staining your sheets.
And when you roll over on your back, the dreaded sight of the flower frame you keep on your wall comes into view. You were preparing yourself for when Yoongi leaves, and now that he’s gone, after he left on a bitter note, you don’t know how to deal with the fact that you’ve been hurting Yoongi, all this time, the one person who did nothing but love you.
You wake up with puffy eyes, only one mission on your mind, after dreaming of him all night, dreams worse than reality and before it’s too late, you’re going to tell him everything. Before you lose him forever. You grab Norangi’s basket and cart her with you to Hoseok’s apartment, heart skipping a beat when you see Yoongi loading Hoseok’s trunk with his bag.
He spots your car when you pull over, jamming his hands in his pockets when you step out of the car and make your way to him with hurried steps. You only realize that you’re crying when you hear your voice, nasally and gruff.
“I’m sorry. Okay. I’m sorry that all this time I was an idiot and I kept calling you my best friend.”
His eyebrow jumps, eyes on the cement as he kicks a pebble, taking a step closer to you.
“And I know. I know that I have feelings for you. Because I do! But it’s just been so long, and you said that I should accept you, but I don’t know how anymore!”
His eyes meet yours, lip tucked between his teeth as he listens to you speak, and cry.
You wipe your eyes furiously, knowing that you must look like a mess right now.
“And and, if you still like me then. I’m here,” you nod, pointing to your chest, “I’m right here for you, Yoongi. Just as you’ve been there for me and I’m sorry again. I just want you. I just-“
He surges forward and grabs your cheeks, soft lips pushing against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, eyes closing when he wraps his arm around your lower back and lifts you up off the ground, pressing your body to his, tongue rolling into your mouth, making you whimper. You feel like your soul isn’t yours anymore, like with this kiss, with his lips moving over yours, he’s molding you to him, you’re molding him to you. Your heart beats erratically.
And when he pulls away, and you struggle to open your eyes, he smiles because he knows. And you smile because finally, everything is crystallised. Your feelings for him. So much feelings.
“I can,” you breathe, panting as you speak, “drop you off at the airport.”
He grins, voice low and gravelly, “so eager to let me go?”
You press your forehead to his, shaking your head frantically, “no. I don’t want you to go.”
He laughs, setting you down on the ground and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You’re staring up at him, admiring every inch of his face, his being. He’s yours. Cheeks aching from how hard you’re smiling, tears dried up on your cheeks.
“Let me tell Hoseo-“ he spins around to see Hoseok watching from the window, phone in hand.
“What are you doing? You perv!”
You giggle, nudging Yoongi with your hip, he pinches your cheek.
“I’m sorry I’m just so happy,” he calls out, “the pictures look aesthetic!”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, laughing a bit, “Y/N will drop me off and send me the pictures!”
He shoots you a thumbs up as Yoongi transfers his bag to your car. His eyes widen when he sees Norangi in the backseat.
“What is she doing here?”
You grin, clicking in your seatbelt, “I was panicking because I didn’t want to miss you before you leave, and I just brought Norangi along.”
“Norangi?”
“Oh,” you tilt your head to wink at him, “that’s what I named her.”
He turns around, reaching into the basket, “Norangi-yah!”
“Your baby voice is cute,” you smile, watching the interaction.
“Oh yeah?”
He pinches your cheek, “you’re cuter. Come here.”
Placing your hand on his shoulder, you lean forward and let him kiss you. He holds the side of your neck, fingers massaging the skin as he suckles on your bottom lip, sloppy kisses leaving you lightheaded. It feels like second nature, to kiss him like this. And he’s so good at it, you feel a little hot.
Cheeks a bright red, you pull away and turn on the engine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”
His voice makes you wonder if he’s as dazed as you, so overwhelmed with feelings.
“Then why didn’t you?”
He scoffs, “I tried, but someone was a little doubtful.”
You glance at him, “not anymore.”
He hums and a comfortable silence settles between the two of you, he turns around now and again to talk to your kitten. A thought crosses your mind.
“So, we’re cat parents now?”
You see him nod from the corner of your eye, “yep. You’re a cat mommy.”
“And you’re a cat daddy.”
You can see his hand itch where it rests on his thigh, lifting up, then going back down.
“Didn’t think you have a daddy kink, Y/N,” his sultry voice shoots through your body, settling in a very dormant area between your thighs.
You splutter, “I do not.”
He leans in close, breath hitting your face, “what kinks do you have then?”
You push him away playfully, “wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes. Yes I would.”
“Don’t distract the driver!”
He holds up his palms, “sorry sorry. I just can’t believe that we can have these conversations now.”
“You can also hold my hand whenever you want.”
“Really?” He clears his throat, “really?”
“Uhm, yeah. Although I’m not sure what we are yet.”
You pull up in the parking space outside the airport, when you unclick your seatbelt, he rests his hand on your knee.
“Don’t come in with me.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he stares out the window, “I wouldn’t want to say goodbye.”
You laugh, “we’re gonna have to say goodbye anyway.”
He’s dead serious, eyes filled with worry, “I know but, if you come in with me, I wouldn’t want to leave.”
You boop his nose, heart clenching in your chest, “maybe I don’t want you to.”
“Don’t say that! You know I have to,” he pouts, and you’re still processing the thought that this is Yoongi. The guy you’ve known for almost two years, who’s currently tracing the line of your jaw, lips brushing yours, scent that’s purely his fogging your mind.
“Y/N?”
You hum, eyes half-lidded, running your hands down his arms, intertwining your fingers.
“Will you be mine?”
“Your what?”
He pinches your cheek with his other hand, “my girlfriend.”
“Yes,” you nod, finally capturing his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss, tongue swirling into his mouth, humming dreamily when he pecks your lips before moving away.
“There’s-“ his eyes are glued to the way your fingers fit in his, thumb rubbing over your knuckles “-something else I want to tell you. You don’t have to say it back, but I want you to know.”
You suck your lips in, tasting his mint lip balm, thinking that you might know what he’s about to say.
“Y/N. I-I love you. And I mean it. You don’t have to say it back. Whenever you’re ready,” he shrugs.
You place your palm on his cheek, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you,” you whisper, “for everything.”
“Thank you for existing.”
You bump his forehead with yours lightly, “stop saying stuff like that, you’re gonna make me cry.”
“I mean it though!”
He grabs his bag from the backseat, and kisses Norangi on the top of her head.
“Don’t trouble mommy!”
You scratch under her chin, “she won’t.”
“Bye,” he kisses your forehead and exits the car without turning around once as he makes his way inside. You watch him disappear in the crowd, unable to wipe the goofy grin of your face. Pulling out your phone from your bag, you type out a message to him, thinking that you should change his contact details.
[07:55] You: have a safe flight
[07:55] You: I miss you already ☹
[07:56] Yoongi🤍: I miss you too baby
[07:57] Yoongi🤍: Ill call you later ok?
You’re smiling at you screen, heart stirring at his pet name.
[07:58] You: can’t wait <3</p>
Everything feels different, you feel different. Like everything in the universe has finally aligned. And it makes you wonder how you could miss the fact that Yoongi was your missing piece, he completes you. You do have a soft spot for Jungkook, he will always be that person, but Yoongi is your person. Like Taehyung had said, you complement each other. You can’t wait for him to come back home so you can return every small act of kindness he ever did for you. You can’t wait to hold him and kiss him and spill all your heart’s secrets.
When you get home, you feed Norangi and ask the guys to come over for dinner later. So, you get to cooking, and baking up a storm, awaiting Yoongi’s text to say that he landed. It’s around 4PM when someone knocks on your front door. Seeing a beaming Hoseok on your doorstep.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” he steps in and walks to your lounge, lingering near your couch.
You wipe your hands on your apron, “what’s up?”
Norangi sits in the small nest you’ve made for her, you wonder if it’s weird for her to sleep that much, although she was a bit rowdy earlier.
“Nothing,” he sits down, patting his knees, “Yoongi said I should check up on you.”
Giggling, you sit down in the armchair, “really?”
He smiles, “yeah. He insisted.”
“What does he think I’ll do?”
Shaking his head slightly, his mouth forms a small ‘o’ as he speaks, “I don’t know. I guess he’s just worried about you.”
You hum, missing your soft best friend-turned boyfriend even more.
“Or he just cares about you too much.”
You lift your head to look at Hoseok, sad smile on his face.
“He really cares about you, Y/N. And from what I saw earlier today, you must already know how he feels about you.”
You nod, suddenly feeling shy after he mentioned this morning, the memory of Yoongi’s lips on yours drowning all other thoughts.
“For a long time.”
Hoseok is watching you carefully and you wonder what he’s thinking.
“I know. I won’t hurt him.”
He sighs, “I know. I just…don’t want to see him go through any more pain.”
“Yeah. Me neither. And I won’t hurt him any more than I already did.”
“Good,” he agrees, and he’s about to stand up from the couch but you hold up your hands.
“Uhm, Jimin and Taehyung are coming over later. I asked Namjoon to come too but he said that he’s going on a date or something. You wanna stay? For dinner?”
He nods, “okay,” following you into the kitchen, admiring the flowers on the counter.
“What you making?”
“Kimchi jiggae and some side dishes. And I made tres leches for dessert.”
“Yum.”
You smile, filling a glass with juice and placing it in front of him, “and I made that.”
“Wow,” he takes a sip, “tasty.”
“Did you meet Norangi yet?”
He laughs, “yes I did. I accompanied Yoongi to fetch her.”
“She’s such a sleepy cat. Like her dad,” you grin, filling a piping bag with fresh cream for the milk cake.
“Yes, he is. You know one time, we had to wake up early because we were getting renovations done. He literally slept through all the noise, you know, like the drilling and banging.”
“Seriously?”
He nods, “yes!”
Hoseok continues to ramble about Yoongi and his weird moments, and it makes you wonder how stupid you were to not fall in love with him sooner, how the hurt from your past blinded you.
“I can’t wait for him to come,” you hear yourself say, Hoseok’s lips stretch into a smile, one that seems to take up more than half of his face.
The tender moment is broken by the heavy thumps on your front door. Hoseok leaves the kitchen, saying that he’ll check and you can already tell who it might be when you hear the boisterous chatter echoing throughout your apartment, you jog into your lounge, picking up Norangi, stroking her ginger fur.
“Oh my God,” Jimin plucks her from your hands, “she’s so cute. I saw pictures but she’s even cuter in real life. Aw, so sweet.”
You watch him coddle the cat, “I didn’t send you any pictures.”
Taehyung turns around the corner, handing you a shopping bag filled with soju, “Yoongi-hyung didn’t know which kitten you’d want.”
“Oh,” you smile to yourself, reminded of your charming boyfriend all over again.
You shuffle to the kitchen, setting the soju bottles on the table, “let’s eat guys.”
“I’m bringing this one with me,” Jimin cradles Norangi in his arms, taking the seat next to you on the table.
During dinner, it’s loud, unlike your quiet, calm meals with Yoongi, cackles and shouts surround you as you eat, giggling at your friends’ antics. But you can’t help but feel like something is missing. It makes you step out of the moment for a while, you think of Jungkook, what would it be like if he were here, probably just as loud. Then you think of Yoongi, he would be the one accompanying you to your own space, booming laughter cut off, watching from afar. It makes your lips turn up, thinking of the way he would always place an amicable hand on your lower back or a reassuring arm around your shoulder, all those little things that built up to the one moment, when you collided.
“Y/N?”
Your chopsticks slip from your hand, and you rush to pick it up, looking down under the table when you feel Norangi’s tail brush your ankle.
“Yeah? What?”
Taehyung sighs, “I said that tomorrow we’re going to Esc, wanna come?”
Images of sweaty bodies, green beams and thundering music vibrating off the floors makes you shake your head, “nah.”
Hoseok pats your arm, “come on. It’ll be cool, Yoongi is coming on Monday. What are you gonna do all weekend without him? Huh?”
You shrug, “I don’t know.” Probably think about how much you miss him and lay around in his room, sniffing every inch.
“Hyung said that I should make sure you’re okay. And I want you to come with us and have fun.”
You acquiesce, earning a squeal from Jimin, “okay. Hoseok will fetch you at 8 tomorrow.”
“8?” Your face scrunches up, “isn’t that a little too early?”
He glances at Hoseok, “no it’s not. Just…be ready okay!”
Half an hour later, kitchen scrubbed down, three slices of tres leches packed for each of them, they say their goodbyes, leaving you to a dead silent home. After you shower, Norangi fed and bathed, currently wrestling the brown poodle plushie that Yoongi brought along with your feisty kitten, you shoot Yoongi a text to ask if he wants to video call. It takes a while for him to respond with a ‘yes of course.’
You sit against your headboard, propping your laptop on your folded legs, adjusting your hair a bit as you wait for him to answer, palms feeling a little sweaty.
When his face pops up on your screen, your breath hitches.
He waves, “hi.”
Unable to keep your smile away, you wave back, “hi.”
He’s laying down in bed, “sorry. My laptop died and I was too lazy to put it to charge. So, I’m using my phone.”
“That’s okay,” cheeks aching from how hard you’re smiling.
“How are you? How’s Norangi?”
You angle the laptop so he can see her fussing over the plushie. His boyish laugh filters through the speakers.
“Norangi-yah!”
Snorting to yourself, you readjust the laptop, “she’s been acting like this ever since Jimin was over.”
“Oh yeah. You guys had supper. How was it?”
You nod, “was okay. Hoseok came over, so I asked him to stay too.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, “I know.”
Holding a finger up to the screen, you narrow your eyes at him, “you told him to check up on me.”
His eyebrows shoot up, “yes I did. But it was supposed to be casual. You weren’t supposed to know that I told him to check up on you!”
You hold your hand over your mouth as you laugh, “I don’t think Hoseok ever just visited me.”
You hear a small ‘yeah’ from his side, seeing him fluff up his pillow and lie back down.
“He told me that you couldn’t stop talking about me,” cheeky smile in place, hand tucked under his head, exposing his meaty arms to your gaze.
“I miss you,” you admit, finding a more comfortable position on your bed.
“I can tell,” he leans in close to the camera, mouth hanging open, “are you wearing my T-shirt?”
Your cheeks heat, having plucked it from the chair he keeps in his room, you couldn’t keep your nose out of the black material, so you decided to put it on after you showered.
“Uh…Yeah. I was doing laundry and I found it,” you stare down at the plain black shirt, head lifting when you hear him chuckle.
“You look so good in it. Wearing my clothes,” he mumbles, corners of his eyes crinkling as he scans the section of your body that’s visible to him.
You hold the camera further away from you, giving him a better view, “I think so too.”
He hums, deep and gruff, the sound sends a shiver down the length of your spine.
You clear your throat, “I’m…going to Esc tomorrow with Jimin and Taehyung…And Hoseok.”
“That’s nice, hope you have fun.”
It’s quiet after that, you’re too busy staring down at the sliver of his chest that’s peeking out from his button up pyjama shirt. And he seems to be doing the same.
“Uhm,” you rush to think of something to fill the silence, but he cuts you off.
“I love the way you’re looking at me right now.”
Your hand flies to your neck, searching for something to hold on to, heart stopping in your chest.
“Me too,” you reply, watching him lick his lips, still staring at you. You glance at Norangi, curled up on the other side of your bed.
“She fell asleep,” you whisper, gaze travelling back to him.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you’re not sure why you told him that piece of information, but maybe you do, because the way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes is causing your core to throb.
“You wanna know what I’m thinking?”
You nod frantically, tugging your shirt over your dampening panties.
“I hope this doesn’t freak you out…”
“No no,” you wave your hands around, heart leaping to your throat in suspense, “go on.”
“I’m thinking about that night, when I came home, we weren’t living together at the time but…you thought that you were alone, and you left the bathroom door slightly open, and I could hear everything. I knew it was wrong of me to listen, but I stood in the kitchen, listening to you moan and whimper and how I wished I could hear you say my name like that. I knew you’d be mine eventually, I had a feeling and…it’s all I can think about. I want to feel all of you, Y/N.”
If you weren’t wet before, you are now, thoroughly soaked.
“Yoongi…”
His eyes shut, teeth trapping his lower lip, “like that…but softer.”
“Yoongi. I’m-“ you rub your thighs together, scrunching your eyes shut.
“What is it, baby?”
“I want you,” you breathe.
He sits up in bed, similar to the way you’re sitting, “yeah?”
You nod, fingers inching down your thigh.
“Fuck. Y/N. I can see your nipples through my shirt. I could cum right now.”
Whining, you place the laptop next to you and spread your legs, rubbing your clit over your panties, index finger moving up and down.
“Shit. What are you doing, Y/N? Tell me.”
Legs sliding even further apart, your chest heaves, moaning as you speak.
“I’m thinking of you while I touch myself.”
You can hear shuffling on his line, turning your head to see his eyes closed, lips parted, phone placed on his side too. You can’t see much, but the sight of his hand slithering out of the camera’s view is enough to make you slip your fingers beneath your panties, gathering your slick on your fingers and spreading it all over your clit.
“What else? Tell me more, baby.”
You rub your clit furiously, bucking your hips into your hand.
“Shit Yoongi. I’m rubbing my clit, imagining it was your fingers in my panties, lips on my neck.”
“Imagine it was my tongue, licking you up until you’re a mess, flicking your clit, begging me to make you cum.”
Your back arches, index finger sliding down your folds, pushing into your tight hole. You gasp at the intrusion, working it in and out, moaning out his name.
“Fuck Y/N. Yes, keep doing that for me baby. Shit. I’m gonna cum soon. Cum with me?”
His voice cracks and you nod, adding your middle finger in your pulsating hole, heel of your palm pressing against your clit, arousal leaking all over your sheets, whimpers of his name bubbling from your lips. Thinking of him fucking into his fist, imagining it was you. The familiar heat creeps up on you.
“Ah Yoongi Yoongi. Please,” you cry out, fingers pressing into your walls, closing around them when you cum, shuddering as it drips down, messing your ass. So wet and hot. Teeth piercing into your lip as you ride out your high. Your eyes peel open, seeing him watch you with his fist under his cheek, sitting up on his elbow, grinning at you.
Suddenly feeling bashful, you cover your face with your clean hand.
“God. I can’t believe that you’re mine.”
You roll your eyes, although you’re screaming on the inside, “you’re so cheesy.”
He winks, “you like me cheesy. Anyway babes. I need to clean up, I’m a mess,” laughing as he speaks.
“Me too. Goodnight Yoongi.”
“Wait.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I have a kiss before you go?”
You smile, leaning forward and placing a noisy kiss to the camera. He places his hand over his heart, “thank you.”
Eyelashes fluttering, you stick out your bottom lip teasingly, “can I have one too?”
“You’ll get enough when I’m back home. Goodnight~”
He waves and cuts the call before you can protest. Your boyfriend is such a goof…you’re dizzy, so overwhelmed by him and his words and everything else. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone like him. Someone that checks all your boxes, someone that’s so perfect in your eyes.
You’re going through your emails when you get a text from Jimin stating that Hoseok will pick you up at 7:30PM, “sharp.” You have no idea why they want to party so early, you know that it’s a fifteen minute drive from here to that side of town but they can’t be that eager, they literally go out every weekend. You haven’t gone clubbing in a long time, you might’ve forgotten the fact that you need to wait a while before you actually enter the club.
Glancing at the clock above your TV set, you decide to change into the outfit you picked and do your makeup. You go for a smoky eye with nude pink lips, hair in soft curls, your makeup complements the black dress you’re wearing, paired with heels. You give your reflection a satisfied nod and spritz some perfume when you get a text from Hoseok saying that he’s waiting outside.
Norangi is sleeping in her heap of pillows as per usual, you place a kiss to the top of her head, promising that you’ll be home soon.
“Hey guys.”
“Wow,” the three say in unison.
“I know hyung would literally be drooling all over the floors if he saw you,” Taehyung grins, eyes raking over your figure.
Cheeks turning a bright pink, you wave them off, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Did you send hyung a selfie?”
“No…”
Jimin grabs your phone from your hand, “come on. Let me take a picture for you. The lighting is good too.”
You lean against the door as he snaps a few shots, you’re impressed at your own makeup skills, it looks so good on camera. Swiping through the images, you pick the best one and send it to him, no caption included. His response has you smiling like a mad woman.
[19:42] Yoongi🤍: holy fuck
[19:42] Yoongi🤍: my girlfriend is so hot
[19:43] Yoongi🤍: you look beautiful baby can’t wait to see you!!
[19:44] You: miss you ☹
[19:44] You: can Monday come already!
[19:45] Yoongi🤍: soon baby very soon
Shoving your phone into your purse, you take a deep breath, calming your thundering heart, watching the lights as the car zooms past the buildings. It isn’t long before you reach the club, the night sky has dulled through, it’s a clear, cloudless night, a few stars dotting here and there.
“Watch your step,” Taehyung helps you onto the sidewalk, holding your palm in his.
“Thank you.”
Jimin nudges your hip, “how’s Norangi?”
“She’s good. Probably sleeping.”
As soon as you enter the club, a wave of heat hits you, reaching into your nostrils, burning your eyes a bit. Hoseok guides you to the bar where he orders your drinks. You’re not even in the clustered-up space for more than five minutes when you feel an unwelcomed hand on your back. You spin around, ready to give the guy a mouthful when your eyes pop wide open.
“Yoongi.”
Blinding gummy smile. You jump up and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck, taking in the scent that you’ve missed so, so much. He rests his arms around your waist. And you can’t help but kiss him a bit, hand pressed to his cheek as you pull away, seeing a few of the people who are standing near you watch, some with disgusted glares, others uncaring. You realize that you’re going to be that couple, the kind that can’t keep their hands off each other.
He greets the guys, then returns to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“You look beautiful.”
Your fist presses against his chest, shouting over the music, “I thought you were coming on Monday.”
He removes his arm from around you, “I’m sorry, I’ll just head back then.”
“Yoongi,” you yank his arm, pulling him into you.
Yoongi orders another round of drinks, chatting to Taehyung, while you continue to stare up at him. Taking in his dreamy sight, you run your palm down his muscular chest, he’s wearing a black jacket with a white T-shirt on the inside, straight cut jeans fitting him perfectly. You kiss his cheek, and he tilts his head to look at you. Knuckle brushing your cheek. His eyebrows jumps and you shake your head, fingers intertwining. You continue to gaze into each other’s eyes, he inhales a shaky breath, breaking the electricity.
“I think we’re gonna head home,” he pulls out his car keys from his pocket. Your telepathic connection.
Taehyung speaks into his cup, “so early?”
Hoseok pats his chest, “let them be. They have a lot of catching up to do.”
Yoongi nods in Hoseok’s direction and steers you toward the exit, hand sliding down to your back as you squeeze through the crowd.
“Nor-“
“She’s okay. Naughty,” you laugh, sounding nervous to your own ears, nail tracing the sequins on your purse.
He nods, gaze fixed on the road.
“I bought some stuff before I came.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Yeah.”
He turns onto your street, fingers drumming on the steering wheel. You can feel the blood pumping through your veins, teeming with energy.
When he parks the car, you unclick your seatbelt and follow him up the stairs, kicking off your heels. It’s dark in the apartment, the only thing you can make out is the outline of his body, his twinkling eyes and glossy lips. You take your hand in his, pulling him down the hallway like it’s his first time in your home, palms just as clammy as yours.
You sit at the edge of your bed, seeing him close the door and make his way toward you, moonlight shining into your room. He stands between your legs, shrugging off his jacket. You swallow, unzipping the side of your dress, letting it fall down your shoulders, plain black bra on display. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Your eyes travel from this corner to that, salivating at the sight of his sinewy chest. You pull down your dress and let it fall off the edge of the bed, wishing that you’d worn sexier underwear today, but you didn’t think that Yoongi would be here now, unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants, eyes not leaving yours for a second.
You scoot up on the bed, hands trembling as you smooth them over his unmarred skin, feeling his heat radiate off his body, so many emotions swimming through you. You haven’t done this in a long, long time. You don’t want to revisit the last time, you want to appreciate Yoongi and his lips that move over yours delicately, fingers tickling your sides as he presses you into the mattress, bewitching gaze locking with yours as he moves down to mouth at your neck, large palm cupping your breasts.
“You’re so beautiful,” he suckles on the sensitive skin of your neck, pleasurable burn blooming all over, until you’re writhing beneath him, begging to be touched. He kisses between the valley of your breasts, silently asking if he can take it off. You nod eagerly, lifting your back off the bed, seeing his eyes widen when your breasts are exposed to him.
“Wow,” he leans down, biting on the supple skin, your fingers weave through his hair when he reaches your areola, suctioning the skin into his mouth, painting bruises there too before his mouth latches onto your nipple, fingers curling around the flesh to hold it up, tongue swirling around it. His ravenous eyes watch your other breast, and he’s pulling off with a loud pop, tongue swiping along his bottom lip before he caresses that one in a similar fashion. Teeth grazing the skin, patches of red appearing after he moves on to another untouched section.
You reach down, squeezing his cock through his boxer briefs, feeling him groan against your skin, eyes flicking up to set on yours as he moves lower down, out of your reach.
He smirks, bringing his palm up to your neck, dragging it down slowly, all the way down to your pubic bone. Biting on your lip, you wiggle your hips, asking him to touch you.
“So ready for me, baby.”
“Yes, Yoongi. Please touch me.”
He bumps your nose with his, hovering over you, “tell me what you want.”
Your core throbs, eyes glued to the way his tongue pokes into the corner of his mouth.
“Wanna feel your tongue.”
“Where? Here?”
He licks the shell of your ear, breath catching in your throat when he flicks it into your earlobe.
You shake your head, nails pressing into his shoulders, asking him to move lower.
His tongue drags down the column of your throat, “here?”
“No.”
Moving down lower, he places a sloppy kiss between your breasts, “here?”
“No.”
He chuckles, so raspy, doing nothing to soothe the heat that builds between your legs.
His tongue dips into your navel, “here?”
“No,” you sigh, “lower.”
Finally, he hooks his fingers into your plain panties, pulling them down your legs, ridding you of the bothersome material. His fingers press into your thighs, flesh molding into his palm as he spreads your legs, exposing your dripping folds to him.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” his index and middle finger trails down to your slit, you sigh, pads of his fingers encircling your entrance. “You’re so wet, all for me. All mine.”
He lays flat on his stomach, your pussy clenches in anticipation, his eyes track the movement, hot breath hitting your swollen folds when he laughs.
“Here?”
You nod, chin hitting your chest with the movement, watching his tongue extend out of his mouth, the tip nudges against your clit, from left to right, spit mixing with your arousal when he starts to devour your pussy greedily, gasping out his name when his fingers prod at your slit, easing them inside, sliding in with your slick.
The way his tongue is working at your pussy has your body jerking with each lick and suck, each pull of your clit between his soft lips. Your juices drench his face, fingers moving in and out of you with a steady rhythm, so hot, so warm, so wet, so erotic with the way his tongue laps at your folds. He lays his tongue flat against you, you feel it vibrate, clit pulsing with the movement.
You gasp, he moves faster, you moan, his fingers curl inside of you, you murmur his name and he’s ruthless with his tongue.
“Fuck! Yoongi!’ You grab his hair with both hands, rocking your hips against his face, his fingers scissor your walls apart, orgasm hitting you harder than you expected, a loud scream of his name echoes throughout your apartment, cumming on his tongue with a shudder, spasming when he continues to flick his tongue against your clit, tongue covered in your essence.
He swallows it all up, watching you with a smug grin on his face. Catching you off guard, he dives back in shaking his head as he purses his lips around your clit. You press your lips together when the pain morphs into pleasure, your second high of the night crashing onto you, his tongue scoops it all up, while you mewl, hips lifting up off the bed.
“You taste so fucking sweet, you know that?”
Recovering from your high, you twist your fingers in his hair, seeing his eyes close with a soft grunt, “wanna know how you taste.”
He lets you push him down on the bed, arms lifting up as you pull off his underwear, cock hitting his stomach. Eyes widening as you watch the pretty pink head leak, sitting sideways to give him a view of your ass. He seems to appreciate it because he lands a loud smack to your flesh, palm soothing the burn.
You keep your eyes on him as you grip the base of his cock, taking the tip into your mouth, salty precum bursting on your taste buds. You sink down a bit further and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing into your cheek.
“So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
You moan around his cock, taking him further down into your mouth, gagging a bit when the tip brushes the back of your throat, hollowing out your cheeks.
“Fuck,” he moans, throaty and deep.
Keeping your fist around the head, you tighten your hold and squeeze around his girthy length, twisting your hand from root to tip, dipping down to take his balls into your mouth, slurping and suckling on the sensitive skin, seeing him lay back in pure bliss. Your thumb works at his frenulum, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, more precum dribbling over your hand.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N,” he pats your ass, asking you to move up.
He stares at your wet chin, slick with your saliva and his precum, you wipe it with the back of your head, blinking at him, feigning innocence.
“Y/N, if I don’t fuck you right now,” he shoves you down onto the bed, lying down next to you, thick cock dragging along your folds.
Your back arches, wrapping an arm around his neck, “condom.”
He stills all movements, and your eyes fly open, shaking your head in horror.
“Please tell me you have a condom.”
His eyes dart around your room, you groan, fist hitting the bed, “I don’t have any. I haven’t had sex in a while!”
“Me neither!”
You stare at him exasperatedly, watching in confusion when his frown morphs into a smirk, warm palm pressing down your stomach, eyes tracking the movement.
“Would it be so bad?”
“Would what be so bad?”
He shrugs, “I don’t know. If we have a baby together…”
Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Yoongi!”
“I’m just saying!”
“Yoongi. We have a cat, and I haven’t seen her since we got here. We’d be terrible parents.”
“Really? I think that I’d make a pretty good dad.”
“Aw,” you pout, leaning up to kiss him.
He pulls away, jumping off the bed and walking out of your room stark naked, you take the time to appreciate his cute butt, waddling to his room and back, hard, angry dick sticking up.
“I found one.”
You lean back in the pillows, spreading your legs so he can settle between them, “it isn’t expired?”
He gives you a look, ‘seriously’.
Shrugging, you wrap your legs around his waist after he rolls on the condom, “you said you haven’t had sex in a long time.”
“Yeah? Wanna know why?”
“Why?”
The tip of his cock stretches open your slit, breath getting knocked out of your lungs when he’s buried to the hilt, biting down on his neck.
“Because-fuck-I couldn’t stop thinking about you, this pussy, what it feels like.”
He pulls out to the tip, walls stretching open again when he slams back into you.
“You feel amazing,” he kisses the side of your head while you moan into his skin, moving up on the bed with each thrust, pussy clenching around him at his words.
He snaps his hips against yours, cock rubbing against your walls in deep, pleasurable strokes, hitting the spot deep inside of you, trembling under him, each roll of his hips even better, even deeper.
“Y/N. You- feel so good,” sweaty chest pressed to yours, pelvic bone rubbing against your clit with each slow flex of his hips. You’ve never been fucked like this before, not hard and fast, but deep and leisurely. Unhurried, it feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before, each drag purposeful, precise.
“Yoongi,” you sigh, pulling away from his skin with a noisy suckle.
“Fuck baby,” he presses his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes. Something fizzes within you, you feel so filled with love, drowning in his orbs, souls meshing to form one. Like everything you’ve been searching for all your life is kept in this one person. Shards of your heart coalescing to stick to him, magnetized.
Your nails scrape along his back, grasping onto his skin while the other grips onto his hair, pulling him down to connect your lips in a searing kiss, walls closing around his cock, pushing you over the edge, he swallows up all your moans, spilling into the condom, tongue running over yours, hips working even slower as he rides out your high.
“I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much,” he smashes your lips together pulling you on top of him as he rolls onto his back.
You hum blissfully, arm draped across his chest, he kisses your shoulder.
“One second.”
Still catching your breath, you think about the feeling you had earlier, the feeling that had you so emotional. So tangled up in Yoongi, your lover, the only man you’ve ever felt this safe around, so naked and open for him, soul bared to him.
He returns wearing a shirt, holding a similar one in his hands.
“This is for you,” you take the shirt from him and pull it over your head, settling under the blanket drowsily.
Your lips brush his neck, fingers skimming the bruised skin. He kisses your forehead, warm body tugging you closer, as close as possible. Everything feels peaceful, and soon you fall into the soft haze, dreams filled with Yoongi, and everything you know him for.
Your arms slide to the cold side of the bed, seeing Norangi perched at the edge. Smiling, you reach over and scratch her chin, her big, green eyes close. You put on your slippers and head into the bathroom, grinning like a lovestruck teenager when you hear Yoongi hum in the kitchen, the scrumptious smell of cinnamon fills the air. He’s sitting at the table, enjoying his mug of coffee when your arms slide around his torso, kissing the side of his head. He startles because he didn’t hear you enter the kitchen, but relaxes into your touch, tilting his head to kiss your cheek.
“How did you sleep?”
You hum, cheek pressed to his, “great. Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
“Good. Come eat.”
Your chair scrapes on the floor, stunned at the variety of breakfast options.
“I made eggs, just the way you like them, and French toast, pancakes and fruit salad.”
“Wow. Thanks Yoongs,” you grab some of the French toast, drizzling syrup over the crispy bread.
You cut a piece and pop it into your mouth, “you know how much I love your French toast,” your body sways a bit, chewing happily.
“Come here.”
You stare at him, midchew, “what?”
He pats his thigh, “come here.”
You drag your plate to his side and sit down hesitantly, his cheek presses against your back, arms encircling your body. You feed him a piece, giggling as your thumb smooths over his lips to wipe the syrup. Soon, you feel his warm mouth on your neck, licking at the bright marks that cover the area.
“Yoongi,” you squirm in his hold, spinning around to look at him.
“Did you see what you did?”
He gestures to his neck, your eyes dart to the much worse love bites on his pale skin, grinning proudly.
“I need to make them equal, hold still.”
You laugh, feeling him chomp down on your skin, palms running up and down your sides comfortingly.
“Yoongi,” you hold his arm when it starts to feel a little too good. You’re still a bit sore from last night.
“Hmm. Sorry.”
He peppers kisses all over your face, squealing when he hugs you.
“I’m so so happy right now. You have no idea how you make me feel.”
Giving him a teary smile, you bury your face in his neck, kissing his jaw, “I think I do.”
You see a familiar, brown-covered book sit on the table next to his mug, when you reach for it, he moves it away.
“What’s in there?”
He shakes his head, “uhm my songs.”
You grin, “were you writing just now?”
He nods, “about you.”
“Yoongi,” you kiss his nose, “when will I get to read them or hear them?”
“When I think they’re good enough.”
The sound of your ringtone cuts into the air, disrupting the sweet moment between you and your boyfriend. You stand up to reach for your phone that’s placed on the counter, but he grips your waist, tickling your sides.
“No. Don’t answer it!”
“Yoongi! What if it’s important?”
Pouting a bit, he lets you go, although his fingers dig into your ribs, making you giggle. It’s an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
Your eyebrows furrow, “who’s this?”
“It’s Jungkook.”
You hold your palm over the speaker, “it’s Jungkook.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen a fraction, “oh okay.”
“Oh hey! How have you been?”
“I’ve been good.”
Yoongi watches the corner of your lips quirk up, “that’s great to hear.”
“And you?”
You pinch Yoongi’s chin, “oh. I’ve been great.”
Yoongi gives you a huge gummy smile, pinching your cheek in return.
“So…what’s up?”
“I’m back home.”
You nod, “really? Damn, I didn’t even realize that your course is over,” you laugh, you weren’t expecting a call from him. At all.
“Yeah, it is. Uhmmm I was wondering if you wanted to meet up?”
You mouth out the words, ‘he wants to meet up.’
“Ask him where.”
“Uhm sure. Where?”
“Okay great. I’ll text you.”
You hold your palm over the speaker again, “he said that he’ll text me.”
Yoongi nods, massaging your knees a bit, “remember what happened the last time.”
You remember, and you don’t want to be stood up again.
“Could you, uhm, meet me there? I mean, tell me when you get there?”
“Yeah, sure sure.”
You smile, “okay. See you later.”
“Bye, noona.”
With that, you cut the call, getting a notification, from the number you recognize as Jungkook’s new one, with the address of the café and the time.
You sigh, looking at up at Yoongi who watches you with a pensive stare.
“We were…supposed to have a talk. Whenever he’s ready.”
“A talk?”
“Yeah,” you squish his cheeks together and place a kiss on his lips, getting up from his lap to wash the few dishes in the sink, “I’m gonna get ready.”
He comes up behind you, pressing his chest to your back, “okay baby.”
With a kiss to your cheek, he makes his way to the lounge. You’re nervous to meet Jungkook, after everything. And maybe you felt a bit…jittery when you heard his voice. But you know where your heart is. Where your heart is safe.
Yoongi rolls the black pendant in his palm, watching Narongi as she tosses the yarn ball plushie around. You should be home by now, since Jungkook was just over and he left something with Yoongi, something for him to think about. He knows that you and Jungkook shared a special connection, even though you were never officially together, but he witnessed most of your tears, all spent on Jungkook. Jungkook’s noona. Someone that was there for him, the same way that he was there for you.
He doesn’t doubt your affections for himself, however. He knows that you share something other-worldly, and nothing can compare to that. He doesn’t have any idea what you and Jungkook might’ve spoken about, but he also knows that you had a lot to talk about. Jungkook gave him the gift that you had given to Jungkook. He sighs, knowing that he shouldn’t give this too much thought.
Hearing the lock click in the door, he stuffs the pendant in his jeans pocket, smiling when he sees you, holding two grocery bags in your hand.
You pull off your coat and scarf, sitting down on the couch next to him with a sigh that sounds a lot like the sigh of someone will all the worries in the world.
“How was it?”
You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers and kissing his knuckles, “okay.”
“Uhm,” he reaches in his pocket, still warm from when he was staring at it, “Jungkook left this here just now.”
You take it from him, inspecting the spear-shaped pendant like you’re seeing it for the first time.
After a while, you place it in his palm and close his fingers around it, “you keep it.”
He doesn’t question it, placing it into his pocket again. He lips brush the top of your head when you curl into his side, talking to Norangi. A few moments pass and your fingers are curling around his thighs, rubbing slow circles into the skin. In a way that isn’t needy, maybe it is needy, but in a different way.
He nudges you to sit up, hooking his finger under your chin.
“Something’s wrong?”
The sigh you let out this time gets him worried, heart pounding in his chest.
“I love you.”
Yoongi swallows, “but…?”
You smile, gaze locked on his, “but nothing. I love you, Yoongi. With every bit of me.”
He pulls you to him, forehead pressing into your warm neck. He knew it.
“I love you.”
a/n: feedback is appreciated.
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On a post about the Blue Haired Girlfriend's quixotic citrus breeding experiments, @voidingintotheshout asked:
I mean, if you wanted a hearty citrus relative, why didn’t you just grow Osage Orange? They can grow as far north as Michigan which is surely further north than anyone could reasonably expect to grow a citrus tree. They’re not edible but then hearty orange isn’t either. Osage Orange are so cool and such a interesting historical plant from the Shelterbelt era of American agriculture. Apparently they do smell like citrus.
This is part three of three. Part one. Part two.
Now you've done it! It's time for A Very Brief (But Also Insufficiently Brief) History of Twentieth Century Hardy Citrus Cultivation! Growing citrus trees this far north is kind of nuts, it's true, but I promise you it is not even close to the weirdest things people have done to grow citrus in places where the citrus doesn't think it should grow.
A note: This post will written using the Swingle citrus taxonomy system, including things that are definitely wrong. The citrus taxonomic tree looks like that one box of orphaned computer cords I keep moving with me to new houses "in case I need them" except some sort of adorable five-dimensional kitten has entertained herself with them and some of the resulting knots are not technically possible in our space-time continuum.
The powers that be gave us citrus because nothing pleases them like seeing a geneticist cry.
1. The Migrant Trees
The Soviet Union wanted lemons for tea, and they wanted to be independent enough not to have to trade with anyone else to get them, which meant they wanted to grow their own citrus. That part of the world is not a great place to grow plants that die when the temperature goes below zero, but at the foundation of the Soviet Union, there were citrus orchards in the warmest part of Georgia, along the Black Sea. Specifically, there was about, uh, one and a half square kilometers of somewhat implausible citrus orchard.
Hang on, it is about to get way less plausible.
This is the great citrus migration: any tree that did well in one spot, they'd try planting its seeds a few kilometres further north, or a few kilometres further east. Prizes were offered for breeding hardier citrus. Slowly the orchards spread, but they were extremely weird orchards.
It's usually a few degrees warmer at ground level than up in the air, and there's way less wind. So as the trees grew, they were bent over and tied along the ground. Some of them had the central trunk run in a straight line along the ground, with branches spreading out from it like the leaves of a fern, like an espaliered tree on its side. Others were starfish shaped, with the central trunk looped down until it ended up next to the base, and the branches sprawling out along the ground from the centre like starfish legs. The citrus trees were no taller than particularly vigorous strawberry plants, but they survived the winters, and you could throw a blanket over them to help them stay warm.
None of that helped if the ground froze solid, so they needed Underground Citrus. You'd dig a ditch, down below the lowest area where the ground froze, and you'd plant flat Starfish Trees or Flat Frond Trees running along the bottom of it, too deep to freeze. In winter, you'd just cover the ditch with boards any time the temperature was expected to go below freezing - citrus would tolerate the lack of light, but not the cold. Mandarins (Citrus reticulata) seemed to do best, so that’s most of what was grown.
It is a nearly unimaginable amount of work to grow citrus this way, along the bottoms of pits and trenches. We are experimentally trying to grow a Soviet-developed mandarin breed of unknown parentage, Shirokolistvennyi, but we will definitely not be putting in that level of effort.
2. The Mixed Up Trees
There are a couple species of citrus that tolerate cold well, but taste awful. A lot of effort has gone into crossbreeding them with more edible citrus. The results are ... mixed.
The Ichang Papeda (Citrus cavaleriei) generally survives temperatures down to -18 degrees C. It is stoic and calm and has mastered emptiness. Unfortunately, it has mastered emptiness too well. The fruit smells like lemons, with maybe a hint of rose, but there's nothing to eat here. It has a rind and seeds. No juice, no flesh.
(Photo by Michael Saalfield)
The Ichang Papeda is the parent or grandparent to several delicious, extremely sour Asian citrus types. Yuzu/yuja smells like grapefruit and clean wet stones from the bottom of a fast-flowing stream. Sudachi smells like grapefruit and leaves with dew on them. (I haven't met kabosu or any other papeda hybrids personally, but they are numerous.) They're all too sour to eat plain, unless you really need to turn your face inside out for some reason, but make for excellent flavouring.
(We have a yuzu tree and a sudachi tree and they're surviving, but no fruit yet.)
Trifoliate orange (Poncirus trifoliata) can survive temperatures down to -30 degrees C. This may be partly because, uniquely amoung citrus, they can drop leaves in autumn or winter and regrow them in spring, like a maple tree. They also produce an internal antifreeze. They are angry, twisted, thorny little plants that yell swears when you walk past them. They make a great hedge. The fruit is furry, smells like flowers and pine trees and taste like burnt, bitter plastic. It may or may not be possible to breed the horrible taste completely out of trifoliate oranges without losing cold-hardiness, if it's due to their antifreeze chemicals. Here’s Stabby:
(Photo by Rob Hille)
Even the least terrible trifoliate crossbreeds are bitter enough to qualify as “acquired tastes.” There are recipes for trifoliate marmalade: put a dozen trifoliate oranges, a kilogram of sugar, and a kilogram of pebbles in a pot, cook until it gels, then sieve out the oranges and eat the pebbles.
We are growing a trifoliate orange / minneola orange hybrid. And, of course, someday our own trifoliate hybrids. The Blue Haired Girlfriend planted 200 trifoliate oranges a couple years ago. There are fewer now, but the survivors have lived through two winters of snow and frost, and they might have somehow gotten more stabby. We're going to breed them, to each other or to less angry fruit, try and make something new and good from them.
I've limited this post to twentieth century hardy citrus breeding, but I have to give a shoutout to somatic hybridization, a decidedly twenty first century technique, where you take a cell from each of two different plants, remove their cell walls, put them next to eachother, and shock them with electricity until they merge into a single cell whose nucleus contains all genes from both plants. Then the new plant is like, "Wow, I guess these are all my genes? It seems like a lot, haha, but it's not like somebody made me from dismembered body parts and electricity, that is not how science works. Anyway I guess it's time to do some plant stuff now."
3. The Mutant Trees
In the 1950s, people started using radiation to randomly scramble the genes of plants. You'd irradiate seeds enough to change the genes somehow, and then you'd have to plant them to see what had happened. Maybe it was people horrified by the atomic bomb desperately wanting to find some life-supporting use for atomic fission, maybe it was government-supported cold war "atom bombs are good actually, look how many we have, USSR" propaganda. Probably both.
This time period also saw serious plans for Orion, a spaceship with a huge metal plate for a butt, intended to be propelled by exploding atomic bombs under it, which I am not actually making up.
Thousands of people in Europe and the US signed up to receive seeds with random mutations in the mail, plant them, and report back on what they heck they grew into and if it had any useful weirdness. (The gamma radiation used to mutate the seeds did not make them radioactive themselves - the seeds were completely safe.) There were also more formal and carefully controlled university research programs in China, Japan, and the US, where plants where grown in a circular research garden with a coverable radiation source at the centre, so that the farther you got from the centre, the less radiation the plants got. Radiation breeding is less popular than it used to be, but Japan still has a very productive citrus radiation breeding program.
The most popular radiation-bred citrus is the "Rio Red" grapefruit and its offspring, which has a much deeper red than non-mutant red grapefruit.
There aren't many radiation-developed citrus breeds noted for cold-hardiness - with radiation you get whatever you get - but there are a few, and I want one just because I think they're neat, a monument to that lovely human vision that looks at terrible weapons and somehow sees glossy-leaved trees with bright fruit.
4. The Monster Trees
Citrus are usually grown via grafting. That is, you plant a seed from a fast-growing sturdy breed, you let it grow roots and all that, and then you cut the top off and replace it with a branch from a more delicious breed. The two citruses grow together, and you end up with a tree that's disease and cold resistant in the roots, below the graft, but makes tasty fruit above the graft.
Occasionally, this process goes Wrong.
The first recorded instance is the tree called Bizarria, discovered in 1640. Someone attempted to graft a sour orange branch onto a citron. But instead of a clean line between sour orange branches and citron roots, the graft was damaged somehow, and the two different species of cells got tangled and mixed through the whole tree. It has branches that produce citron fruit. It has branches that produce sour orange fruit. And it has branches that produce, uh ... these:
(Photo by Labrina)
Most graft chimeras are made accidentally, when the graft site is damaged. Trifoliate orange is often used as rootstock, so there are many reported chimeras involving trifoliate orange and a nicer fruit. The mixed-up cells can be arranged a lot of ways, but it's possible to have the outside layer of the tree be trifoliate orange, and the core of the tree be the other citrus (periclinal chimera). This means you could theoretically get a tree with frostproof trifoliate leaves and branches, but fruit that doesn’t taste like burnt plastic rolled in quinine.
This lucky monstrosity has, in fact, reportedly happened. Twice. There is the Prague Citsuma, discovered in a greenhouse in Prague and suspected to have been created by a Soviet breeding program. And then there is the Hormish, discovered in China and thought to have been made by frostbite messing up the clean lines of the graft. The Blue Haired Girlfriend has managed to track down budwood from the Prague Citsuma - I’m so excited! - so we'll see how the fierce thorny monster tree with a heart of gold, or at least heartwood of gold, does for us.
5. Conclusion
Humans have been trying to grow citrus trees where they don't belong for nearly two thousand years, at least since the Jewish Diaspora and people trying to grow holy etrog trees - trunks gnarled as barnacle stones and the whole tree scented like the best dream you can't remember - in Europe. Maybe longer.
The Blue Haired Girlfriend's citrus-breeding schemes aren't going to singlehandedly transform Canada into a net citrus exporter. But history shows us: it might be possible to have a little gleaming sweetness from the stony ground here, with the ravens and the fir trees and the auroras. A sweetness we made ourselves, that exists nowhere else.
Or maybe we'll just have a bunch of weird inedible fruit. I don't know, but it's worth finding out, worth weaving together leaf and thorn and stone and the light of our hands as the years unwind. Worth it to have a quixotic project we can expect to spend decades on together, hands and hearts. This is how home is made, sometimes, with a balcony full of angry thorny little trees that shout swears at passerby.
#part three of three#so much doesn't fit in this post#fog gardening#how lemons started the mafia#etrogs in diaspora#citropsis and the african citrus species#we are still discovering new citrus species in oceania!#who knows what we'll make?#and one day we'll scoop up hydrocarbons from Titan's stormy seas and polymerize them and make huge bubble greenhouses filled with citrus#small children will fling squishy citrus at their siblings by the coiled light of Jupiter#which is as it should be#thank you voidingintotheshout for an excuse for all sorts of ranting
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(Regular Ask | Any Mod) Post-Game Hajime, Nagito, Gundham, Sonia, and Akane dating the Ultimate Enologist who always plays tricks on them with swapping their drinks (innocently). Like; Hajime being asked to taste their new concoction, and it's literally just orange juice/favorite drink with no sweetener/additives, LOL.
Hello there Anon. This reminds me a lot of those "potions" that we all made when we were kids but they were really just soap and some other stuff mixed with water. I also took some creative liberties with this one cuz I had to mix it up a bit. Here's your request.
In other news tumblr crashed on me in the middle of this and deleted a whole ass section. I am ready to fight god with only primal rage as my weapon.
-Mod Shuichi
(Post–Game) Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Gundham Tanaka, Sonia Nevermind, Akane Owari with a playful Ultimate Enologist!S/O.
Hajime Hinata🍊
🍊 Is immediately suspicious of you. You served him a glass of your new "concoction" but it just tasted like orange juice. Does he look like an idiot to you?
🍊 Begins "interrogating" you about the drink like you're in a trial. You must be the ultimate actor because your acting skills were top notch during the questioning.
🍊 He's out of truth bullets, shit. You got lucky this time, he has his eye on you.
🍊 He is also a massive hypocrite.
🍊 He loves watching others' reactions to your "concoctions". You usually pull this trick when they have already tried some of your original work, so they definitely don't expect to taste lemon juice in what is supposed to be a glass of your newest work.
🍊 Tries to hold in his laughter because then it would look suspicious, like you two were up to something. Maybe in the future though.
🍊 Back on track, he just knows you're paying tricks on him and wants to confront you about it, but…
🍊 Man's a simp. You're just so happy whenever someone falls for your tricks and you genuinely have a passion for creating and pranking and who is he to stop your fun.
🍊 When you do pull the trick on him, y'all have a back and forth debate on whether or not the drink is actually a new creation or apple juice.
🍊 You insist it's a new concoction and he goes "NO THAT'S WRONG!" Oh shit, he's onto you. Rethink your strategy stat!
🍊 You gave him something actually original and said it was "orange juice".
🍊 He drinks it, blinks a few times, and then glares at you. You apparently have a deathwish because you lean closer to his face and feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at him while asking what's wrong.
🍊 You expected another interrogation or maybe a "listen here you little shit", not a kiss on the lips. A surprise to be sure.
🍊 That was the start of a routine. Everytime you played your tricks on him, he'd pull you in and kiss you. You didn't know why he did that, but it was a fun way to get kisses.
🍊 If you ask him, he'd say he wanted you to taste teste your new drink <3
Nagito Komaeda☘️
☘ Very conflicted on how to feel. On one hand, he is sure what he is drinking is not the liquor you said it was; but on the other, who is he to doubt an ultimate?
☘ Plays along and congratulates you on your drink, saying it was very tasty. Bonus points if you do this trick in front of others and they're saying it's plain juice and not whatever fancy name you had said.
☘ Lowkey loves when others argue about your drinks. He always takes your side and it's hilarious.
☘ "I'm telling you that's not wine, it's cranberry juice!"
☘ "It's wine, if the Ultimate Enologist says so then it's wine. Did you spend years studying wines and their craft?"
☘ "I'M NOT AN IDIOT THAT'S CRANBERRY JUICE!"
☘ After a few more tricks he figures it out. You're playing a prank on him huh.
☘ He lets you know by saying thanks for the juice instead of whatever it is you said it was.
☘ You almost dropped the glass you were holding. He thought it was due to his luck, but he let it pass. Your face was just too funny to let the opportunity pass.
☘ Even though he knows, he still plays pretend from time to time. One because it makes you happy and two because you have to keep the illusion going for the others.
☘ You bargained with him over that last point. You promised him cuddles (after lot's of convincing that he did deserve them) in exchange for him acting along when you pulled your trick on others.
☘ Now he gets your cuddles, free drinks, and gets to witness your funny moments when you pull the prank on others. Man he really is lucky.
☘ If you name a drink after him or if one of your drinks is inspired by him he'll cry. Will refuse to drink it himself.
☘ You also share a drink that you say it's a new wine but it's really just dyed water. Others are confused by your couple ritual but y'all are happy so who cares.
☘ Nothing makes him happier than hugging you while you work on your drinks though, it fills him with hope <3
Gundham Tanaka🐹
🐹 Is convinced you're working with dark magic. You made wine taste like orange juice, what type of sorcery do you practice?
🐹 Asks you to see the process to check for magic. Oh no, you're fucked.
🐹 Or so it seems. When he's not looking you swap the drinks and keep the illusion going. He has yet to find out.
🐹 You sometimes pretend to add blood (red food coloring) to the decorations of the glass you serve your drink in and pour a special wine into them to make it look like blood.
🐹 People are convinced you two are vampires because of this.
🐹 You make non alcoholic drinks for the Devas in exchange for protection and a special place in his dark realm. You can also pet the devas free of repercussions.
🐹 Is insulted when someone even dares to suspect your drinks aren't really anything new. How dare they question the work of his soul's chosen companion sorry Hajime.
🐹 Very confused as to why others argue with you over your drinks. He is certain the contents of that glass are not apple juice, it's your new concoction inspired by the Devas.
🐹 The day he finds out your secret is the day the apocalypse began (not really but it felt like it).
🐹 You were preparing your drinks for the trick and waiting for him. He decided to surprise you by showing up a bit earlier and that resulted in him catching you mid switch.
🐹 Kept staring at you and the drink back and forth repeatedly, until the information was processed.
🐹 He's been tricked, sabotaged, and quite possibly bamboozled.
🐹 Began to doubt your status as a mortal and started having a crisis. In front of two perfectly fine drinks but ok. You came clean after that and he feigned betrayal. Even got the devan in on it too.
🐹 Both of you acted like it was a scene from a telenovela while trying to hold in y'alls laughter. You eventually got to the part where you begged for forgiveness.
🐹 Will forgive you on one condition, you pull that trick on Souda <3
Sonia Nevermind👑
👑 Before you even got to pull your tricks on her you were already her own personal enologist. Only the best for a princess.
👑 Does notice that your concoctions taste strangely like every day juices you can buy from the store, but she decides to give you the benefit of the doubt.
👑 Loves it when you do it to others though. She might not know what is happening but watching you argue with Fuyuhiko over what you just served him is hilarious.
👑 Gets whiplash whenever you pull your trick right after a formal event. You serve a magnificent cocktail never seen or tasted before and the next second you serve her what tastes like pineapple juice.
👑 You come to her for inspiration on what drinks to do next, it mostly involves references to the occult disguised as fancy people drinks.
👑 Does she find out about your secret? Yep
👑 She was looking for you to spend quality time together when she say you pour a glass of peppermint lemonade and label it as "new drink".
👑 Someone walked up to your stand and asked to try said drink and you served them the lemonade. They were extremely confused and from there a discussion started.
👑 She scurried away before you could catch her, equally as confused as the poor customer you just served.
👑 The next day, she asked to try some of your drinks and they all tasted like normal drinks. What happened to your awesome concoctions you served during parties?
👑 She's on a mission now, she's gonna get to the bottom of this mystery.
👑 One time, while you weren't looking, she snuck into your storage room to confirm her suspicion and found you working on your new wine (legit this time).
👑 You didn't seem to mind she had snuck into your storage room and invited her over to see the process. After that was done you offered her a glass as a taste test.
👑 She took a sip and it tasted like…mango juice? When she looked at you with a confused expression you laughed and offered her a glass of the actual drink.
👑 In that moment she realized she doesn't mind your tricks that much, if it makes you smile that brightly she'll always for for it <3
Akane Owari🤸
🤸 She would gulp down anything that you "concocted" for her because she loves you and you make killer drinks.
🤸 Would probably "get drunk" on whatever you decided to give her because of placebo effects and whatnot.
🤸 It is very fun to give her something like lemon water and saying it's a new type of tequila and you want her to do the honors of taste testing it.
🤸 Gladly does it and comments that it takes a bit like lemon. Then gives suggestions to other flavour you could add in your "tequila".
🤸 Others have tried to convince her it wasn't a new concoction because after the ntheenth time she had fallen for the trick it got a bit worrying.
🤸 She denies it every time.
🤸 One time you were serving her a glass of your new "drink" that was really just apple juice dyed to look like fine wine.
🤸 "Thanks for drink S/O, it looks delicious!"
🤸 You try to supress your giggles as she drank the whole thing and gave you back the glass.
🤸 She did comment that it "kinda tastes like apple juice" but that theory was dismissed due to the color of the drink.
🤸 Your plan fell right into place, good for you. Though the cheering had to be reserved for another time.
🤸 That time would be when you were cleaning the dishes because it gave you some alone time to cheer on your victory and you had a bunch of glasses to clean.
🤸 As you left with her empty glass in hand to get started on the dishes, Akane smiled to herself and lighty chuckled at the recent exchange
🤸 Plot twist, she knew that you were just messing with her. She played along with you because you always had the brightest smile whenever serving her a drink and she loved seeing you happy.
🤸 She just wants to see you happy, plus she gets free drinks <3
#mod shuichi#sdr2 x reader#sdr2#goodbye despair x reader#danganronpa2#danganronpa 2 x reader#super danganronpa 2#goodbye despair#danganronpa goodbye despair#gundham tanaka x reader#gundham x reader#gundham tanaka#hajime x reader#hajime hinata x reader#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#nagito komeada x reader#nagito x reader#sonia nevermind#sonia nevermind x reader#sonia x reader#akane x reader#akane owari#akane owari x reader
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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Babysitter SL
Prompt: Shade (lord) is in the midst of final exams and they’re more stressed and tired than usual while babysitting. They accidentally fall asleep in the middle of a calm spell and the god babies become worried. The next time Shade comes over, all of the god babies present a gift they all made together!
By @minnesotamidian-blog
Shade barely noticed their surroundings as they entered the nursery playroom. Plastic clattered and they sighed as Radiance yelled at the top of her lungs. At least she wasn't screaming. Yet. The scene was set: Unn was still in a crib and chewing on a bar, Root was climbing slowly onto a chair. Radiance was knocking over plastic blocks as Grimm cackled away. For once, Wyrm was playing peacefully with a kick toy, batting at it with his tail. Root got onto the chair and squealed, raising her arms. "Big Root now!" The little blue-eyed godling squeaked out.
Shade picked her up, hugged her to their chest before holding her out. "Now you're a flying Root."
She screamed laughter as Shade tiredly walked her around the room before setting her down near some of her favorite toys. They made sure nobody else had claimed the chair and took a seat, bending over to pick up the fussy moth. "Ancient enemy!" Of course she bit their hand.
Shade winced and just ran a hand over her fluff. "Are you hungry for something that isn't void?" They spoke tiredly.
"Oranges!" She yelled out.
The teen sighed as he went to the mini-fridge with snacks and found some miracle of miracles! pre-peeled oranges. Shade pulled them out and put her in a high chair with one at a time so she wouldn't be tempted to throw the extras at them.
Finals were here and they were really taking it out of the gangly god. Why did they have to know stuff about inorganic chemistry? Why did they have to know about history nobody cared about? There were some fun subjects, but the finals seemed to even suck the fun out of those classes, going over notes and studying everything just in case. They'd been pulling long nights and the night before had been an all-night cram session-and they still had to come to work, they couldn't afford not to. They'd underlined all the stuff the teacher had said was important to remember and had written down stuff from the last finals about each teacher's usual tests.
It made narrowing down what to study from impossible to I'm totally toast.
They groaned as they set down a calmer Radiance the opposite side of the room from Wyrm. She found toys that interested her, at least. Root wandered over to Wyrm, who was really into knocking at the kick toy and purring. Root settled nearby and burbled as she hugged and gnawed a plushie.
The teen couldn't help it. The kids were calm for once; their head started to tilt forward, eyes heavy. They were exhausted. Shade's eyes closed and their breathing deepened. At first, their toys were too interesting to notice their babysitter's state; but it didn't take long for Grimm to get bored enough to fly over and notice. "...Shade? Shade's eyes are closed." They landed and the four children not in a crib headed for the batlike godling.
"Is Shade dead?" Wyrm sounded worried.
"Don't be stupid, they're having a nap!" Radiance huffed.
Root looked up and swayed before patting Shade's leg. "Grown-ups don't have nap times." She was tearing up.
"Nuh-uh, they're having bad dreams and it's tasty!" Grimm clamored onto their lap.
The others joined, Radiance grabbing Unn to join them on the sleeping teen. Grimm rested between Shade's horns, Unn was on one shoulder, Radiance on the other, with Root and Wyrm curled up together on Shade's lap, Wyrm purring for once.
When Shade woke up, they were surprised by the weight on their body and forced themself to look down and around before moving. "Uh oh, I fell asleep… sheesh, I'm glad this place isn't a fiery disaster." They picked the godlings up.
"You're not dead!" Wyrm exclaimed.
Root burst into tears and even Grimm joined in on the crying spat. Shade sighed and spent the rest of the time comforting them until meal time and settled them down. Time to go home for them all!
But the worry didn't leave the heads of the little godlings. "We should make something for Shade. If they're having nightmares, they might be sad." Radiance sighed. "But that doesn't mean I feel bad for my ancient enemy!"
"What do we make?" Root twirled around, slowly turning in place until she fell onto pillows in her dizziness.
"Something of clay! I can burn it dry!" Grimm hopped around.
"But there's no clay." Unn spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "But there's crayons and paper."
"Oooh. We can make a pretty picture for Shade!" Wyrm waved his head happily.
The group went for papers and each started to draw on the paper. "You're taking up too much paper!" Wyrm whined.
Radiance complained in turn, pointing at the color he was using. "I want that color!"
Wyrm growled and argued back. "I had it first!"
They started rolling around over their drawings, biting and clawing. Grimm gave a solid scream that startled the two. "You ruined Shade's pretty pictures!" He yelled.
The two looked at each other and hung their heads. "...sorry." Radiance muttered.
"-'m sorry." Wyrm looked away from the moth, skulking. "Start again? You can have the crayon, Radiance…"
Radiance took the crayon and they all picked up the last piece of paper. "I think this is better." Root spoke cheerfully.
It was three days later, once Shade had a solid night's sleep and finals completed that they'd returned to work. A large construction sheet of paper in grey covered in scribbles and rough names and messages was waiting for them.
Feel better soon Shade
Love you
Best babysitter
Tastiest nightmare!
Not the worst anciant ancient enemy.Shade could only feel warmth and laugh, hugging the drawing to themself. There were some days the job felt like the best thing in the world.
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By @tomatotimes
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By @loud-whistling-yes
"No."
The kids protested louder. Shade lifted the TV remote higher up, now above their head.
"Screentime's over, I said no."
Wyrm attempted to crawl up their leg in what was a rather pathetic attempt at stealing the remote, but was promptly shaken off. Grimm tried next, flying overhead to snatch the controller. Shade ducked and grabbed him by the tail before he could send himself flying straight towards the ceiling fan for the third time that day.
"Find something else to do," Shade said as they stuffed the remote deep into their pocket, much to everyone else's dismay. "Look, as much as I'd love to shut you guys up for the whole day, you've all been staring at the TV for hours now and I don't want to get in trouble with your parents."
Louder complaints.
"No, no, no. I am not cracking this time." Shade announced as they pulled Radi, who was hissing like an angry cat, off their jeans and pulled their phone out. "You guys got me last week, never again. No more TV for you, we're doing something else before I lose my money for tonight. Google almighty, what is your suggestion."
activities to do with children
fun activities to do with children
activities to do with toddlers
what can I do with kids that isn't a major headache to deal with goddamnit
Go to the park? Shade took about half a second to consider the thought before wondering why they even thought it was possible anyways. Five kids from the deepest depths of hell, outdoors? No. No park.
Finger painting? A pain to clean up, but better than outdoors. Then they looked up from their phone and considered the idea with greater thought. Grimm's wings, Radi's legs, Unn and Wyrm's… er…. Body?.... Nevermind.
Play pretend? …. If they hear the name Hallownest one more time they might just go insane.
Hide and seek? No. No no no no no. No more hide and seek. Shade was utterly sick of hide and seek. If they had to spend another second stuffed inside the closet or trying to get Radi off the roof they'll probably quit the job right there and then.
Baking?
… That might work. Sure, cleaning up is gonna be absolute hell but it's the only thing Google suggested that they haven't tried yet without horrible results.
Shade stuffed their phone back into their pocket and made a getaway to the kitchen, everyone else following, probably still trying to get the remote back. Butter, eggs, flour, sugar, oh, even some chocolate chips…
"Well then," They declared, pulling every ingredient out of the cabinet and fridge. "We're making cookies! And no, no one is allowed to touch the oven when it's hot. If you guys behave we'll have cookies in like, an hour or something like that."
The kids watched in confusion as Shade ran around the kitchen, pulling out bowls and spoons and a bunch of other utensils while typing furiously on their phone.
Cookies recipe
Cookies recipe easy
Cookies recipe for beginners
Cookies recipe for kids
"What do you guys think about chocolate chip cookies?"
Multiple chitters of approval. "Chocolate chip cookies it is then."
Step one: sieve the flour. Oh wyrm, first step and it's already gonna go to shit.
"Okay, you guys can watch this but for the love of the holy wyrm, do not touch it." Shade measured the correct amount of flour before scooping Wrym and Unn off the floor onto the table so they could see while Radi pulled herself onto the chair. The Lady had already clinged herself onto their sweater and Grimm was doing just fine flying nearby.
“You guys get one chocolate chip each if you guys behave and don’t get flour everywhere.” Shade added. “Now, Lady, hold still and don’t move, I gotta keep my hands steady for this…”
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"Okay, chocolate chip time." Shade popped open the jar of chocolate as the kids cheered. "Actually, we’re not supposed to be eating this plain, cause it's going into the cookies. But no one actually does that so you guys get five chips each for not setting the kitchen on fire so far."
"The recipe says a cup of chocolate chips but we all know that's a lie." They added while shoving their phone back in their pocket and grabbing a handful of chips before mixing the batter together. "I'm probably not someone you should take life lessons from, but here's one thing I can guarantee you should take to heart: never follow the recipe when it comes to chocolate chips, you count that with your soul."
Final step: oven time. The oven was preheated earlier, and the only thing left was to get the cookies into the tray and into the oven. "Now, who wants to make heart-shaped cookies?"
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Three deformed stars, five mutated trees, two malformed cats, several irregular hearts, a couple handfuls of chocolate eaten straight from the jar, and one (1) perfectly round cookie later, the cookies were on the tray, in the oven, and in a surprising turn of events, no one burned themselves… yet. Shade grabbed everyone and made sure no one was in a five-meter radius within the oven before picking up all the dirty bowls and utensils. “Cookies will have to sit in there for about 15 minutes, we’ll be cleaning up in the meantime.”
“Don’t look at me like that, and no whining, if you want cookies you gotta deal with the mess afterwards. That's the payoff, unless you're a wizard who has a passion for baking. Then that's fair, I guess." They dumped all the used utensils they could find and turned on the sink. The sief, three bowls, tablespoons and teaspoons.. Oh wait.
"Radi, the big wooden spoon, please?" Shade called, sponge in their hand and bowls being thoroughly rinsed.
Radi, of course, was not willing to help, because she's basically a feral house cat that just so happened to grow more legs than the average feline. Shade sighed and moved on to finding the next helper they could find.
"Grimm, I know you're touching the oven, stop it. I'm pretty sure you're immune to fire but not everyone else and you're setting a bad example for them. Get me the spoon please."
“Lady, here’s a cloth, help me dry the bowls up. Wyrm, … i have no idea how you can help, no limbs and all but uh, could you go get Unn? I have no idea where she went. Thanks.” The last sentence was to Grimm, who flew over with the mixing spoon and dropped it into the sink while Wyrm scurried away to find Unn, wherever she’s napping at.
"Radi? Radi, I know you're right behind me, stop pretending that you can't hear me. Lady has an extra cloth with her, you're on table wiping duty."
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“See? That wasn't so bad,” Shade sent the last of the bowls back into the cupboards and closed it shut. “And the cookies are pretty much done.”
“Also, no. You may not eat the cookies the moment I pull them out of the oven. These rules also apply to Grimm because it's unfair to everyone else.. Don’t look at me like that Grimm, I know you’ll eat them all before they cool and leave us nothing.”
The cookies smelt delicious, and were left on the dining table to cool. “Now that it's cooling down, it's naptime.”
A chorus of groans and wailing.
“It’ll be ready when you guys get up. Up up up, sleep time.”
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If you’ve been anywhere near toddlers before, you’d know that getting them to nap in their bedrooms is a near-impossible situation. And Shade was not a person who deals with near-impossible situations well. So following the months old custom, Shade turned on the tv, remote miraculously not pickpocketed, collapsed onto the couch, and waited for everyone piling on them to fall asleep before moving them into their bedroom and pretending they managed to wrangle them all into bed.
And it all goes to plan, the Lady and Wyrm were sound asleep on their lap, Radi and Unn were dozing off on their shoulders, and they're pretty sure the snoring from the top of their head was coming from Grmm. Now, step 2: get everyone off them and onto the beds.
… Or maybe later. It's been a long day, and the couch is pretty comfy. Yeah, just five more minutes, nothing wrong with that…
And if the parents came home to see a cleaner-than-expected kitchen, a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and five kids snoring on top of their babysitter, also sound asleep, then that’s nobody’s business.
And if the originally completely full jar of chocolate chips was pretty much empty, then that’s no one’s business as well.
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By @astronomicartz
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By @hollow-kin
Shade lord wanted to take a nap. They are sooo tired, but they are babysitting 5 baby gods for 5$/H. Grimm is a brat, Radiance his sister is also a brat. Unn was ether eating or seeping, same with grub1. Lady was, well sweet and cuddly. they needed to find a distraction for the kids, what would work?
Would tv work, would cartoons work? They had dinner already. Tv had to work or grub and radiance would destroy the house. They needed to take a nap. Now what to watch was a different question, they would have to ask the kids. “so, what do guys want to watch? “Movie!” well they were all in agreement, what was good. “What kind of movie do you guys want to watch?” “Fire!” “dath” “animal” “tree” “ok. No, we are NOT watching fire.” “awww” “i do not know what dath means so no. So nature show it is then.” they go over to the tv and turn it on, then select the world around us. Lady was quick to fall asleep, on their lap. Shade lord slowly fell asleep, and grub nested between grub and shade lord. Grimm climed up to shade lord's head.
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By @hawaiianbabidoll
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By @neoliberalsatan
A gentle darkness surrounded the shade lord. He finally felt at ease. "finally", he thought, "rest." it didn't take long after that before the darkness started to take shape and a whole new world created out of shadows sheathed him.
But the happiness of the shadows didn't last long. A new and a new sound drowned out their world and all the animals and plants took to hiding back in his head. The shade lord felt the distressed creations stir inside his mind and woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He rubbed his lowest eyes and accepted the call
"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?"
"Oh sorry dear, i know it's terribly late but we got an unexpected call and need to leave. Since you've babysat Unn multiple times we assumed she would like to stay with you. Is it okay for you? Can we bring her to your place?"
The shade lord thought for a moment and decided he could use the money. "Yea it's fine, she's always such a pleasure to babysit."
The voice on the other side sounded relieved. "Thank you. You're a life saver. We will make sure you're compensated accordingly."
Feeling a bit more awake after the phone call he started to prepare for having baby Unn over. After a while her parents arrived and after some greetings he was home alone with the baby. He walked with her in his arms towards the living room and placed her gently inside the crib. She opened her eyes for a moment after losing the feeling of someone holding her, but then closed them again and fell back asleep.
The shade lord decided he couldn't sleep anymore and made some popcorn and decided to put on a movie. It didn't even take 20 minutes before he got called again.
"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?"
"Oh yes finally someone who answers. Sorry but you're our last hope. We were going somewhere tonight but our babysitter called off. Do you think you could babysit our lovely Radiance? She's very good behaved and won't cause you trouble."
"yea, no problem. You'll just need to bring her to my place if it's no trouble"
Not even 5 minutes later the parents showed up and dropped of their larva. Shade lord looked at it a bit confused but didn't get the time to say anything because the parents left as soon as they handed her over. He closed his front door and gave the larva a good look. She was white and had a fluffy appearance. She had 5 pairs of legs and yellow-orange eyes. She started to writhe a little bit and shade lord made sure to hurry to the living room. He took a pillow and placed it on the couch and softly laid her on it. She seemed at ease and rested on the pillow all stretched out
Shade lord continued his movie, which was finally starting to get interesting, but as usual the commercial break hit. He was in the kitchen making more popcorn when he got another call.
"Hello, with shade lord. How can i help you?"
"Hello, is this the babysitter?"
"Yes, that's the one you're speaking with."
"Great, a family member had an accident and i need to be there for them so do you think you could babysit for me?"
"Yep, totally."
"Thank you, can we bring him to you?"
"Oh yea, no problem."
A few minutes later his doorbell rang and he hurried towards it. The father carried his toddler in what could only be described as wing-esque appendages. The shade lord extended his arms for the man to put his toddler in and felt a gentle brush of the leathery membrane. He shivered lightly before feeling a sudden warmth light up in his face, like someone has started a fire. When he looked back up the man was gone and he closed the door. The creature he was holding in his arms was unlike anything he had ever seen. 2 horns sprouted from its black head. The face was as bleak as white linen on a summer day. It seems she likes make-up because she had already 2 black lines running from her cheeks towards her eyes, eventually fading into the darkness of her head. She had the same membranes as her father and no limbs besides it.
He wasn’t even in the living room before he heard his front door being was under siege. He put the weird creature down and opened the front door. Immediately he was assaulted by Hollow, a very energetic child. He was wearing a green cloak today and it finally seemed he was starting to grow bigger than a hand. His horns has also branched into the inside. Immediately after Hollow jumped on his he could hear Pale complain about his unprofessional work attitude. Although he was bigger than most it seems he wouldn’t grow much anymore. His tiny stature didn’t discourage him from being bossy. Finally White entered. By far the biggest of the bunch, she was also the most introverted. Her roots slid elegantly over towards him and even managed to stop Pale from talking for a moment.
He took them inside the living room only to find that somehow the larva and the winged creature had somehow gotten into a fight and now both were in hiding in opposite sides of the room. Normally he wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this if somehow his couch wasn’t full of tiny needles and a chair was on fire. He rushed to the tap to fill a bowl of water to extinguish the little fire. With the attention being diverted Hollow managed to slip from the watch of Pale and could now be found in the corner Radiance was hiding. The larva figured out quickly he liked to play games and had soon enough set up a plan to make him betray Pale.
In the meantime White had climbed the couch and started pulling out the needles while Shade lord had figured out what the membrane between the appendages from the weird creature were for. Namely, for flight. And now she was attacking his horns and he couldn’t reach her. As if her flying was not good enough alone, whenever he raised his arms she would back off and launch a little fireball All this commotion woke up baby Unn who slowly started to slither away from her crib to find food.
The shade lord finally had enough of the little fire hazard and rushed towards the pantry to get a kettle. Once he had found it he peeked around the corner only to find that fire hazard eating his popcorn! All caution was thrown aside and he grabbed her by the guts and put her inside the kettle. She tried to heat it but he added some water to it. While it evaporated quickly it was apparently enough to bring over the message. Now he could focus his attention back on the larva again, only she could’ve produced those needles, which White was making great progress with removing them as a quick glance told him.
Now back to Pale and Radiance who were apparently having a fight (Darkness, that larva really has a talent to provoke others). They were arguing near the coffee table, because apparently they wanted a fight so bad they just ran to each other and met in the middle. Hollow was climbing one of the legs of the table, but wasn’t noticed by the shade lord because he was too occupied with the other 2. He tried to separate the arguing pair but they were at each other’s throats. They even had summoned a needle and a tiny dagger to fight each other. The shade lord obviously didn’t count on this tiny factor and had soon enough one in each hand. He screamed, trying not to curse, barely not failing miserably, and Pale managed to escape. In any other situation this wouldn’t pose a problem, but Hollow, after eating some popcorn, found himself at the right edge of the coffee table and pulled out his tiny wooden sword he got from Pale. The larva, Darkness curse her, used this to her advantage and made the sign to Hollow to betray Pale. The act of betraying Pale involved jumping off of the coffee table and hitting Pale as hard on the head as possible. Naturally, all of this went according to plan and even brought some extra spectacle. After Hollow had hit Pale on the head he wasn’t prepared for the recoil of the wood and ended up hitting himself in the face.
All of this lead to 3 crying children (1 of them from laughing, the others from pain) and 1 very angry young adult. He put the larva on the couch and took care of the others while White held a close eye on the damned 10 legged thing. After Pale and Hollow weren’t crying anymore he took the little fire hazard out of the kettle and continued his movie, which was getting to an end.
After the film ended a documentary started and had all the kids hooked. He went to check on Unn only to find an empty crib. He could however see a slimy trail lead up his wall and onto the ceiling. It went through the door into the pantry where he kept his food and toys for the toddlers. He looked up on the ceiling only to find a sleepy Unn with a letter block in her mouth. Suddenly Unn started to make a very weird noise and fell from the ceiling onto his face. He swiped her off of his face onto his shoulder and then washed it.
He returned back to the tv to watch the documentary that was still playing and plopped down on the couch. Not long after he was asleep with White on his left shoulder, Unn on his right shoulder, the little fire hazard on the same arm and Pale curled up in his lap. Radiance and hollow were still awake but occupied with the documentary instead of causing trouble. After the documentary ended they crawled up against his sides and fell asleep.
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By @constantlost
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By @bugbeee
Exhaustion seeped into Shadelord’s body, limbs weighed down by a heaviness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The smatter of godlings that lay around them on the couch, or on them in Radi’s case, was enough to convince them that they had died and that this was the Eternal Void that was created to punish them for cheating on that test in the 8th grade. In their defence, it had been on rock sedimentation.
Wyrm continued his grumbling from the corner of the couch, still infuriated by the attack on his person only moments before. Root, the aggressor, looked remarkably pleased with herself. Shade knew they should probably punish her further in some way but... well, to be perfectly honest, they simply were not paid enough to do so.
They really should have charged more. Fifteen dollars at least per tiny demon they had to look after rather than the whole bunch. Fifteen dollars was not enough to encourage discipline. It was enough for them to make sure none of the godlings killed the other. And they had thought they had come up with an ingenious plan to secure some peace and quiet.
After much wrangling, they had finally managed to set up two separate playpens, each far enough away that the godlings wouldn’t start screaming if one of them saw their rival. Wyrm and Root in one pen, Grimm, Radi and Unn in another. It was a gamble, but one that thankfully seemed to have paid off. Radi was still exhausted from the tussle she had just had with Wyrm, and Grimm seemed content to chew off the heads of the plastic Garbies they had found. Unn continued to watch, and occasionally helped Grimm execute a Garbie in a spectacular manner. It was both reassuring, and beyond disturbing.
Root and Wyrm meanwhile were cheerfully ignoring each other as they both played with their own toys.
It should have been foolproof.
Unfortunately for Shade however, they were dealing with infants instead of fools.
For some damned reason, Root had decided that now was the perfect time to act up, instead of being the sweet little darling she had been so far. Her target, much to their dismay, had been Wyrm. In all fairness, the godling had probably deserved it in some way; most likely he had tried to worm too close in order to steal some of the grubpaste and mushroom sticks Shade had left out as a snack. Root had seen this theft as a cardinal sin, and had subsequently decided that Wyrm deserved nothing less than absolute annihilation.
The momentary doze Shade had managed to fall into was abruptly interrupted by loud shrieking and wailing, resulting in them vaulting over the couch to hurriedly find out which one of the godlings was being tortured.
The scene that greeted them was... well, it wasn’t any less ridiculous than some of the other stuff the little goblins had pulled before.
Using her flexible tendrils, Root had seen fit to wrap them around Wyrm, and aggressively dunk him into the bowl of grubpaste he had attempted to steal from. His shrieks and hisses had woken up Radi and drawn the attention of the other children, who were now cheering on Root’s attack on Wyrm’s person.
“Enough,” Shade declared, shooting a glare behind them, “Root, let him go.”
Root looked up innocently.
No, she seemed to say with her eyes, justice must prevail.
“Justice won’t get me my fifteen dollars,” they hissed out in return, and they could have sworn that Root shrugged, turning away from them to dunk Wyrm into the bowl yet again.
“No!” they cried out, quickly whipping down to grab the poor child before he could be further humiliated. After finally being saved from his vicious tormentor, Wyrm decided it was time to go into hysterics, lashing out with a sharp tail to fully show his displeasure. Root simply watched impassively as the rest of the children cheered.
Shade wondered if fifteen dollars was even worth it at this point.
“Alright, alright, enough! Root, you go in time out. We do not waterboard our fellow godlings in grubpaste. Wyrm, calm down, it’s just grubpaste- Settle down!” they yelped out, flinching as something heavy settled onto their head.
The soft fluff revealed that Radi had decided to fly out of her pen and taunt Wyrm in person. Shade wanted to sob with frustration.
The door cracked open, and Ghost peered in, head tilted curiously.
Need help? they signed, and Shade wanted to collapse in relief.
“Please,” they begged, and their sibling nodded grimly, even as amusement danced in their eyes. Shucking off their school backpack, they quickly headed over to the other pen and signed to them, bobbing their head up and down in a soothing motion. Grimm and Unn were entranced. Radi less so. She remained seated on their head, but at least seemed to have finally stopped provoking Wyrm.
“I’m just going to clean him up,” Shade explained uselessly, watching as Ghost simply nodded and waved them off.
With a tired gait, Shade wandered into the kitchen and turned on the tap, listening as Wyrm’s panicked yelps grew louder at the realisation of what was going to happen next. Radi snickered softly, before leaping off and gliding back into the living room.
Bath time, according to the godlings, was a fate worse than death, and something to be avoided at all cost.
Unfortunately for both Wyrm and Shade, it was a necessary evil.
Wyrm disagreed. Loudly. And with claws.
He howled furiously as Shade slowly lowered him into the warm water, softly scrubbing at the now-dried grubpaste sticking to his skin. Despite his attempts, Wyrm failed to prevent them from continuing his bath. He turned to pathetic pleading instead, making soft mewling sounds as though he was nothing more than a poor innocent child who had done nothing wrong, ever.
Shade, who remembered the little bastard knocking a glass ornament onto their head, was not convinced. Ultimately there was no escape, and Wyrm reluctantly gave in to the soft scrubbing, though he made sure his rumbling complaints were known.
“Yes, yes,” Shade said quietly, “I truly am the worst. Close your eyes so I can rinse you.”
Wyrm, in a dumb act of defiance, did not close his eyes. The hysterics started again, and Shade contemplated drowning themself in the half-filled sink.
Fifteen dollars, they repeated. Fifteen dollars.
Grabbing a tea towel, they quickly dried the godling off, carefully teasing out water droplets from soft scales. He child gnawed on their fingers in revenge.
“I’m done,” they announced, wandering back into the living room with a now clean, and furious, Wyrm.
Ghost looked up from their position on the floor, back leaning against the couch as they played with Grimm. Radi immediately perked up at the sound of Shade’s voice, and quickly flew over, making herself at home on top of their head. Unn seemed to have decided to undertake the momentous task of scaling up the back of the couch, leaving a thick trail of slime behind. Root, still stuck in her pen as punishment, let out a wail, demanding to be let out.
Shade was all out of energy to fight back or deal with a tantrum.
“Alright, alright, out you go,” they muttered, depositing Wyrm on the couch before reaching down to lift out the petulant child from her terrible prison. She clung to them desperately until they finally collapsed on the sofa. She quickly wriggled out of their hold and instead plonked down beside them. Wyrm had hissed at the sight of her, and slunk to the other side of the couch to sulk.
Grimm let out a raspy cackle at the sight, before diving down to nip at Ghost’s fingers.
Unn finally made her way to the top of the couch and waved her eyestalks victoriously. All Shade could do was give her a tired pat.
They sank into the couch, the exhaustion creeping back in. It should have been foolproof.
Fifteen dollars.
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By @arandoskeleartist
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Chandelurian Ghost-People HCs
This is an expanded on and much more... lucid and clear post about the Chandelure people I was talking about yesterday at 3 AM. I just needed to write something about them so I’d remember them
content warnings: they eat people; they’re like vampires but cooler. Death and descriptions of burning, and some possessive behavior.
▶ Like Chandelure, they burn souls and spirits for “fuel”. Instead of a heart, they have a fire (called a heart-fire) encased in something that looks like a lamp. It’s not visible from the outside, unless they’re actively consuming fuel, or experiencing strong emotions; and even then, it’s difficult to see unless it’s dark. Their eyes also tend to have what looks like “fire” burning in them, and it makes them look like their eyes glow in the dark.
▷ They can burn anything that contains “life energy” for fuel, but things with souls or spirits- that is, humans or pokemon, work best. Human souls are best for them. They can eat food, as meat and vegetables contain life energy, but it’s more like junk food to them; tasty, but doesn’t provide any energy.
▶ They get very sickly looking if they don’t have stuff to burn, and become lethargic, and will even turn transparent. If they get too desperate, they may end up committing arson or accidentally burning fields or large amounts of plant matter to try and consume anything.
▷ Like Chandelure, they have weird tendril arms they can manipulate. These can be attached to them somewhere on their body, or hidden until needed/summoned. They’d be black, and feel cold and hard- like wrought iron. However, they’re flexible (like a Chandelure’s arm things) and pointy. For murdering purposes as well as binding things.
▶ They can make spirit lights/fire lights that are very bewitching to people and pokemon who approach them; they are usually purple in color, but can be orange (like a shiny). If you touch them, they won’t feel hot at first- they’re burning your soul, not your flesh after all. Chandelurians can also control whether their fires burn physical matter or spiritual ether.
▷ Depending on where they live and how they live they may also carry out body disposal, burning away any corpses and any of their possessions; or they may target ill or weak people whose deaths can be explained as a simple heart attacks or just old age. They may also dwell around graveyards or places like Celestial Tower where they can find wandering souls and spirits.
▶ They can make sounds similar to what a Chandelure sounds like in game; haunting, ringing, chiming noises that sound like glass or windchimes. The noise would have some kind of supernatural property to it. Their cries can sound like a maddening cacophony of screeching noise or they can be soothing and lull one to sleep or peace. It’s up to them to decide.
▷ Being ghosts, they can also make themselves semi-solid and travel through objects or float through the air, though this consumes a lot of their heart-fire’s fuel; they only do it to run away or capture their prey, if they know it’s hiding behind a wall.
▶ Chandelures, Lampents, and Litwicks are all naturally attracted to Chandelurians, and can talk to them as well. Chandelurians consider them to be like family, and often raise Litwicks themselves.
Romantic HCs:
▶ Off the bit of their heart-fires glowing brightly when experiencing strong emotions, if they find someone they love- especially a human (read: beings that don’t need to consume souls for life energy; human souls make energy!), they can live off of that human’s life energy instead of needing to eat people’s souls. As a result, they are very interested in finding someone they love; it could be a soul-mate situation, in which they just need to find someone who’s soul’s energy they mesh with, or it could be a case of just finding the person who makes their heart (figuratively) thump.
▷ If they do fall in love with a human, the human can expect to get many gifts of beautiful, ethereal lamps with little fires that don’t ever seem to go out. So long as the Chandelurian lives, the fires won’t go out- and staring at them makes the human love their sweetheart even more for some reason, which is probably that they’re being bewitched by the lamps.
▶ The human will be given a Litwick. And they will be expected to raise said Litwick, and lovingly. Chandelurians adore their pokemon counterparts incredibly and tend to experience “candle fever”. Rejecting the opportunity to raise a Litwick from a Chandelurian will probably break their heart, but agreeing to raise the pokemon and then mistreating it would be far worse for the human.
▷ They will absolutely hypnotize and hold their sweethearts down with their iron-tendrils, though gently. Lulling their partner to sleep is one of their happiest delights and getting to hold their sleeping partner makes their heart-fires burn bright enough to illuminate their bedroom. Hence why they probably had to hypnotize their sweetheart as well, to sleep through the bright light. They will also sing with their glass voices to comfort their beloveds!
▶ Once a Chandelurian finds a human they like, they are almost always unwilling to let them go. If they can’t get their beloved to love them back normally, they will resort to brainwashing by fire-lights and hypnosis- In a haze of fire and glittering sparks, their sweetheart won’t know how to run away, if they even remember.
#Monster People#AU idea#Vampires#Chandelure#Pokemon Headcanons#I have a submas fic idea featuring this bruh#cw death#cw burning#SFW#Chandelurians#writing ideas#headcanons#ghosts#Edited: One of the ducking HCs got cut off smg
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This Halloween event is so sweet (pun intended)— pls feel free to ignore my submission if u get overwhelmed or aren’t feeling up to it!
tr character— ran 😩 candy— warheads (do u know them? they’re sour at first and then once you suck the sour layer off, they’re sweet n tasty)
happy halloween, talented mica!
i am so happy to play this game with you and i could never dream of ignoring this stunningly perfect combo of a request with ran. i LOVE it and WARHEADS SOUR CANDY sm, i used to have them all the time !! <3 @asilentshout
RAN HAITANI - halloween costume:
alex from a clockwork orange or the penguin from batman
so ran ran ran the man, would be all about rocking these costumes !! like watch OUT because, let's be honest, he'd be sexy as FFFF in them, which i'm ngl is a big part of why i think he'd also pick them- while i see ran as someone who isn't necessarily super into fashion per se, he does know what looks good on him and how to dress himself very well, interested in maintaining a consistently sleek look. not to mention both of these costumes fashion a stick-shaped object as part of their character's weaponry, hello!! baton, yes pls. btw, this is no way implying that ran is a bad guy!! i just genuinely think he likes the look of it. anyway, i would pay big cash money to see him in either of these. and just to throw it in: if he's a in a particularly silly mood, i also see him reaching for a mr. peanut costume, maybe! just a thought i had. he likes them canes.
18+ only, minors dni.
warheads. fun, but deathly sour hard candy, ones that threaten to induce the sting of deeply puckered cheeks, sit in an assorted bowl with a variety of other sweets upon a table at the halloween party both you and ran attend.
flashing and spooky lighting drape over walls with the smell of a fog machine on high as it floods the air. mixed hues of colored party lights dance across the ivory faux-cobwebs decorating every corner of the room when ran has you by the hand, pulling you in, over to the refreshments table. he had only intended to grab a simple drink until spotting those extremely tart candies, knowing it's one of your favorites.
he smirks, the always so clever boy, and moves to pluck one of the warhead candies still in its shiny metallic wrapper from the bowl.
"hey. look...." he grins, wittily.
ran teases your sight by rolling the small piece of circular candy through every one of his first four fingers, just above the knuckles—you know, the way in which a drummer would, twirling their drumstick like a badass between each sweaty finger right before smashing it down to play epic beats to a live song.
"i know why you like these, maybe, baby. just hit me..." he faces you, squarely now, away from the table. you follow suit.
"because, hm, these are kinda like me..." he rips the wrapper down the middle, not taking his curious eyes off yours, "...y'know like, it's maybe a bit rough around the edges at the start—i might sometimes be a little sour, just a teensy bit acidic," he presses in closer to your costumed body, "but once you get to know me, and once you suck me off nicely, i get pretty sweet. don't i, baby?"
between his teeth, quickly, the little unwrapped warhead gets lodged, his pearly-whites bared from how it's situated. ran leans in over your face, and without a word, foxyily sears his eyes into you with a quick upward pop of his brows, indicating you suck it out, kiss him.
you wrap your lips around his, drawing the candy into your mouth for only a moment. sour stinging pleasurably bursts over your tastebuds, but all too soon, it is far too much for your inner cheeks to handle, so your tongue is playfully pushing it back into him. he casts off a little shudder of the shoulders from the nearly unbearable tartness pricking needles into his mouth, but absolutely does not stop swapping spit with you and enmeshing his lips with yours. he wouldn’t dream of it, not when your naturally sweet taste is the perfect antidote in contrast to the sour hits rolling over his senses. if anything, it makes him hug around you tighter, taking it all, just to keep on kissing you.
and because ran, your man, would never pull away from a good fight.
closed! : send me an hq, tokyo rev, aot, or jjk character + a candy and i'll tell you what costume they'd wear & write a small blurb with the candy of choice
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ohoh can you do when where you are playing with jimins fingers, comparing hand size (like palm to palm), and him looking at you all fondly
I absolutely can! What a cute idea anon, I love it so much ❤️✨
Jimin x Reader
Word Count: 488
Warnings: None
Pinky
Sitting on the couch, you can’t help but feel slightly pensive. Jimins been staring at you for the past 10 minutes, or more specifically, your food. It was nothing special, just something you whipped up quickly and thought might be tasty.
“You want some?” Raising the bowl slightly, you direct it towers hom. He shakes his head however, eyes still trained on your bowl. You raise a brow, deciding to set it on the coffee table to see his next move. Surprisingly, he keeps looking at you… or more specifically, your hands?
You wiggle them around experimentally, watching as his eyes twitch. Shaking your head, you grab your bowl again and get ready to eat your food. Letting out a sigh, you stab a piece of chicken and start to raise it to your mouth.
“Give me your hands.” You stop in your tracks, fork halfway to your mouth. Standing above you is Jimin, hands on his hips and looking slightly concerned. You raise an eyebrow, confused but his sudden need for your hands. It was clear he wanted something but this was a bit odd.
“Why…?” You grow even more confused as he sits and scoots closer next to you, snatching the fork out of your hand. He puts it back into the bowl, your poor orange chicken forgotten now.
“Someone’s gotta have smaller hands than me! Give!” You instantly understand, knowing that Jimin hasn’t let the situation with Tae go. Rolling your eyes, you put both of your hands out as he grabs at them. He asks you to hold them up stead, and you do so as he rests his hands against yours.
“You know your hands are bigger than mine Minnie.” His fingers are at least a few centimeters long than yours. They always encapsulate yours when you hold hands, feeling warm and soft against your own skin.
“Mhmm…” he trails off a bit, gaze locked in on his hands against yours. He wiggles his fingers slightly before he slides them in between yours. His thumb brushes against your knuckles slightly, a curious look on his face.
“Your hands are so cute baby.” He pulls you in slightly then, eyes glittering. He brings your hands to his lips, kissing each of your fingertips with his plump lips. You’d almost think it was suggestive if he wasn’t looking at you with such love and admiration.
“They’re so small.” You want to point out that they’re pretty close to his but decide not to. His eyes are full of affection now, smile on his face as he gazes at your hands. Grabbing one of his hands, you bring it to your lips to copy his actions, but instead only kiss his pinky, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
“You have nice hands too baby. Such nice hands… Now give me mine back so I can eat my chicken. We can hold hands all you want later Min.”
#fluff night#jimin x reader#jimin fluff#jimin oneshot#jimin drabble#bts x reader#bts fluff#bts one shot#bts drabble
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Chicken nuggies recipe for this coming summer
Hi there kids! It’s me, your estranged uncle! Did you miss me? Yes you did!
Today I’m back with a recipe! Yes, another one! I noticed, through the bars of the prison that is college life, that spring is there! And that with spring will come summer, and with summer, parties! Now, you don’t have to party with people, you can have a nice evening with stuffed animals or otherwordly beings of your liking, I won’t judge you, but! But but but, what are you going to eat?
Yes, you could go for the classics, macaroni and cheese for the americans, or fast food nuggets for people who have access to that, but, you can also make stuff yourself! And what’s better than homemade food? Eating it!
Which is why, let me introduce you to my recipe for tasty homemade chicken nuggets! For that, you will need:
chicken breasts (one per person ‘cause you don’t want your guests to starve, no you don’t)
ginger (fresh or powdered, but I go with fresh ‘cause it fucks super hard)
pepper (white, black, no racism in this house, everyone deserve to be eaten)
flour (use small spelt if you want it gluten free, trust me)
eggs (at least three, you can never be too sure)
breadcrumbs (once again, gluten-free rusks in a blender if you must, but you’ll pry baguette crumbs away from my cold, dead hands)
frying oil (which can be reused, come on, don’t waste)
a pot to pour your oil into (large enough ‘cause this fucker will jump at your throat at any given moment)
Something to grab and move your meat around
lots of patience (yeah ‘cause it takes time)
Then, to make it, you will:
put your oil to heat (at the smallest level you have ‘cause that shit burns fast)
cut your chicken in strips (large like your tumb knuckle or so, and long like my domino *coughs*)
put the strips in a bowl (not on a plate, come on, don’t be shy)
cut up your fresh ginger in flakes and add it (or sprinkle it on, coward) the chicken
add pepper (powdered this time please)
mix with a spoon (or whatever the shit, but not with your hands! you need your eyes and I need my criminal record to stay clear)
let that set for thirty minutes (or so, I neve count anyway)
prepare three bowls
one with flour (not too much, don’t be greedy with that)
one with eggs (scrambled with the force of your meaty arms)
one with breadcrumbs (lots, come on, now’s the time to be greedy)
dunk a piece of chicken in flour
then in the eggs
then in the breadcrumbs
don’t let it fall or you’ll owe me a dollar
dump it in the oil (quick! the fucker bites!)
do that with all the pieces you cant fit in your pot
take them out once they’re orange like the setting sun (or a cheeto, works too)
set them on some paper towel (nobody likes nuggies swimming in oil, yikes)
and they’re done!
you can add some lemon on the plate tho
it tastes amazing
and fry your remnants of eggs cause no wasting food
and voilà!
You can enjoy these under the sun, or in the excruciating cold of the southern hemisphere (kidding, u guys are cool) but don’t microwave them for the love of all the gods!!!!! Soggy nuggets taste horrible!!!! (seriously tho, I’m not your dad but do this to me and I’ll sulk)
Anyway kids! Eat well, drink water, kiss boys, girls and your imaginary friend, hug your local enby or french them in the couch cushions ‘cause ginger can work as an aphrodisiac, and don’t forget to think about your cute little face!
Ciao bambini, and bon appétit!
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