#I’m out of tags so I’ll leave it at I’m so horribly happy and can’t stop smiling 💜

[littlejuicebox]

GINAAA MY GIRL!

Sending you a dadstarion prompt because you already know I LOVEEE your dadstarion content.

How did Tav find out she was pregnant with baby Gale? And how did Astarion react to the news?! Inquiring minds want to know.

To have and to hold.

Such a lovely prompt, my friend! Hope you like it!

Summary: Astarion turned mortal a few months ago, and this is his first-time experiencing illness of any kind. Unfortunately, as soon as he recovers, you start to show signs of sickness as well. Your condition is a bit different from his, though. (For more of this series check out the ‘Dadstarion’ section of my master list.)

Tags/Warnings: Dadstarion, domestic af, fluff, talk of illness, talk of vomiting, the mildest of angst with the mostest of comfort, pregnancy, etc.

A/N: I work in healthcare, not law, so I can’t guarantee the legalese is accurate lol.

Word count: 2.3K

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“Don’t come closer, darling, I’m disgusting.” Astarion groans from where you find him one morning, curled up on the bathroom floor.

It had been a few months since Gale of Waterdeep cast Wish, and from that moment until now the retired rogue had been a happy, healthy mortal. There were so many benefits to curing his vampirism that the elf never fully considered one of the major downsides… illness.

He’d never experienced a malady like this in his life. At least not in the one he could remember.

It’s horrible.

How had his little love or any of his friends endured this, more than once, in the past ten years?

Astarion is quite certain he contracted food poisoning from that questionable slab of salmon he ate at the Blushing Mermaid yesterday evening. He never did understand why you liked eating at that lowbrow tavern in the first place.

You crouch to examine your husband, pressing a soothing hand onto his forehead before running it down to cup his cheek.

“Astarion, my love, you have a fever.” You murmur, frowning with concern as you push sweaty curls from his face.

“Please make more obvious observations, dear,” Astarion gripes as he forces himself to sit up, still clutching his stomach. Gods, the vile churning in his gut is incessant.

He’s about to continue on with his quip, but the sudden urge to be sick forces the elf to shut up and scramble to the toilet. You hear the sounds of violent retching moments later.

“We are never going back to the Blushing Mermaid,” Astarion grumbles once the wave of illness subsides. His face is pressed against the toilet; all sense of decorum is gone. The rotten fish poisoning his insides won over any bits of pride he might have been clinging to.

You move to grab a wash rag, dampening it under the tap before kneeling back down by your husband.

“Poor thing,” You coo, folding the cloth in half before dabbing it against the back of Astarion’s neck, hoping to ease the fever.

The elf’s eyes flutter closed as he allows you to fawn over him for a moment. And then he groans and flicks his hand, palm faced downward, as if trying to shoo you away. His voice is hoarse when he says, “Just leave me here and go get ready for your meeting, darling. I’ll be fine.”

“In sickness and in health, remember?” You ask, running the cool cloth over Astarion’s face, causing him to sigh thankfully at the slight relief, “I’ll send word to the other Counsellors to inform them that I won’t be attending. You’ve never been ill before; I don’t want to leave you like this. Wyll can fill me in later.”

“Yes, ‘in sickness and in health’ and all that, darling, but those vows also included ‘until death do us part’ and I was an immortal vampire when we made them. So you were technically entering that verbal contract under false pretenses, which one could argue means it’s null and void. Go to the meeting, it’s—“

Astarion almost manages to finish his rambling legalese before more putrid liquid spews out of his mouth. When he’s finished vomiting, he whines again, any bit of stubborn resilience and feeble attempts at selflessness abandoned.

“On second thought, maybe you should stay here,” He says, his chest heaving with exertion as he clenches his eyes shut, “Please tell me you have a spell for this.”

“Unfortunately not, my love. I only have a spell for curses. Best I can do is half a bottle of Elixir of Health, some ginger-peppermint tea, and a bath.” You sigh, already crossing the bathroom on your way to the tub. You fiddle with the taps for a moment to start the bath and then begin to pour oils into the flowing water.

“Deal,” Your husband mutters, peeling off his sweat-soaked night shirt, “But none of that vile honey you got at the market here in town for my tea; I want the one Shadowheart and Lae’zel sent from Neverwinter.”

“Anything you say, Lord Ancunin.” You joke, rolling your eyes at your husband’s fussiness. He’d barely regained his sense of taste a few months ago and already favored upscale ingredients and meals, as if mortal food hadn’t been but ash in his mouth for two hundred years.

The elf glares at your insolence but doesn’t retort; he’s too busy trying to keep himself from vomiting again.

*

The following morning, Astarion wakes feeling much better. Practically brand new, in fact. It seems the potion and your strange flower child medicine must have done the trick. He sighs a breath of relief and then rolls to snuggle against you for a few more precious moments. He reaches his arms out and grasps at nothing but air.

The silver-haired elf immediately frowns and sits up. That’s exceptionally odd. You were not a morning person; you never had been in the ten years he’d known you. You always slept in longer than him, even in the wilds. On more than one occasion he’d had to lure you out of your nearly comatose slumber with the tempting smells of coffee and breakfast.

Astarion hears you gagging in the bathroom and goes to investigate. He soon finds you clinging to the toilet, practically mirroring how he looked the day prior.

“Oh no, little love, do you think you have food poisoning, too?” He questions, frowning slightly before kneeling down to press his hand against your forehead just like you’d done to him, “No fever, though.”

You whine, leaning into your husband’s hand before grumbling, “Damn the Blushing Mermaid straight to Stygia! Why do I even like that place, again?”

Astarion laughs, “I’ve been wondering the same thing for years, dear. I hope now you’ll finally reconsider. Do you want some tea and a bath?”

“Please,” You say, just before another wave of nausea hits you, forcing you to throw your head into the toilet and gag. Frustratingly, not much actually comes out despite the waves of sickness coursing through your body.

Gods, you wish you could simply vomit and feel relief.

Astarion begins to prepare the appropriate remedies, much like you’d done for him the day before. Thankfully, you seem to recover much faster than he did, and by midday you look and feel completely normal.

Good thing, too. You two were out of any elixirs that may have helped you had your ailment been as severe as Astarion's.

“Perhaps I’m just a better healer than you, darling.” The silver-haired elf teases as the two of you take afternoon tea in the sunroom.

“Perhaps I’m just stronger and more resilient than you, my love.” You retort, wrinkling your nose in jest at your husband.

He chuckles softly and then presses a kiss to your nose, “Agree to disagree.”

*

Astarion thinks the two of you are past this bit of bad luck, but when he wakes the following morning, he hears you retching once again.

When the elf finds you in the bathroom, appearing as almost an exact repeat of yesterday, though perhaps a bit worse, his brow furrows.

“Darling, I'm worried now. You look more ill than before. Perhaps we should take a trip to Jaheira? I can head to the apothecary for another Elixir of Health while she looks you over.” He murmurs gently, extending his hands to pull you to your feet.

You simply nod in agreement, too nauseated to do more than follow your husband’s lead as he slips you into a set of robes and ushers you into the carriage.

*

When Astarion returns to Jaheira’s after dashing out to the apothecary, he finds you sitting at the druid’s dining table. The two of you stop whatever hushed conversation you’d been having and turn to look at him in unison.

“Feeling any better, Tav?” He asks, coming to stand by your side before placing a worried hand upon your shoulder. You simply cover your hand with his and nod in response.

“Much better,” You say, flashing your husband a small smile. Something about your expression looks hazed, as if you’re stuck in a daydream. Poor thing, you're probably exhausted and experiencing brain fog.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine with the teas and medicinals I’ve given you,” Jaheira assures, her eyes flickering between the two of you. She grins for the briefest moment before falling back into her typical, more serious demeanor.

Astarion swears he feels like something is off, but when he turns to give you a questioning look, you’re the picture of happiness as you sip from your tea cup, finishing it off.

Well, at least you’re doing what Jaheira has prescribed.

“What about the Elixir of Health I’ve just purchased?” Your husband asks, lifting the bag in his hand, “Will that help?”

“Oh, I recommend you keep it for something else. I don’t think Tav needs it for this,” The druid responds before standing, signaling it’s the end of the visit. She was always quite straight forward and lacking in certain genteel social graces, in Astarion’s opinion.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Harpers.”

You quickly bid your goodbyes and Astarion helps you back into the carriage, eager to get you back to bed so that you can sleep off the rest of this sickness.

*

Astarion notices you’re uncharacteristically quiet on the carriage ride home. He typically doesn’t mind when you’re in one of your pensive, stoic moods. But this illness of yours had him more anxious than usual and he had to know more about Jaheira’s examination results, if only to ease his own worries.

“Darling,” He starts, taking your hand in his. But you don’t seem to hear him; you’re still lost in your own little world.

“My love,” He says, this time a bit more urgently, squeezing your hand just enough to pull your attention to him, “What did Jaheira say, exactly? Did she mention how long this illness will last?”

“Oh, the nausea will probably go on for a few weeks,” You reply, a goofy, lopsided smile breaking across your face. You cannot stifle your grin at the little secret you know you’ll be unable to keep for more than a few moments longer.

“Weeks?” Astarion questions, his voice pitching up with worry and brows stitching together in concern.

Why in the hells are you smiling? What druid bullshit was in the tea Jaheira gave you?

He folds his arms across his chest, not at all pleased by the lack of seriousness you seem to display. The idea of you being sick for weeks makes his heart hurt and his stomach churn as if he’s still sick. He could never stand to see you uncomfortable.

“Tav, are you drugged? This is serious. I fail to see what there is to be smiling about right now. You’re going to be nauseous for weeks and you can’t use an Elixir of Health? Are you absolutely sure Jaheira even knows what she’s—“

“I’m pregnant, Astarion,” You interrupt, and you cannot help but to laugh at your husband as his mouth hangs open mid-sentence, frozen in shock.

He blinks for a moment or two, otherwise completely still as his brain rushes to process the new information.

When the elf finally regains his composure and finds his ability to speak, he shoots out a flustered, rambled, “Darling, I— I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I’m not certain I heard you correctly. The road is quite bumpy and the wheels of the carriage are loud— I think they need oil— and the horses—“

You laugh and firmly grasp your husband’s hand, wholly capturing his attention before murmuring, “You ridiculous elf. You heard me the first time. I’m pregnant, Astarion.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen a bigger grin cross your husband’s face.

“Tav, darling, I— gods, just come here to me.”

Astarion’s lips crash into yours, and he’s smiling into the kiss as he threads a hand through your hair, intent on pressing you closer into him. A tiny, delighted hum escapes your husband as he uses the kiss to express all the feelings he cannot yet put into words.

When he finally pulls away, he cups your face with his hands and peppers a few more kisses upon your lips.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re happy about this, Astarion?” You ask, grinning at your husband as he gazes upon you with the most besotted eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Thrilled, my love,” He whispers, before pressing forward to kiss you again, trying to convey the depth of his excitement with his affections. He doesn’t let go of you the rest of the way home, almost desperate to cover you in worshipful kisses, each one a little vow of love to you.

You notice he's unusually quiet, but then, he’s far too busy smiling and smooching to do much talking.

*

Later that evening, you move to get out of bed and head toward the bedchamber door.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going, little love?” Astarion calls, already tossing his book aside to follow after you, “What do you need? Let me bring it to you.”

“I just wanted a cup of water, Astarion. I can go get—“ You start, but he quickly presses a kiss to your lips, effectively quieting you.

“Hush, my love. You’re still nauseated and you’re carrying very precious cargo.” He gently chastises as he turns you by your shoulders and steers you back toward the bed.

“You’re being dramatic,” You grumble, sitting back down in the bed and wrinkling your nose at your husband.

“Perhaps,” He agrees, grinning down at you as he gently folds the blankets back around your legs, “But you knew exactly the type of theatrics you signed up for when you married me, darling. 'To have and to hold, to love and to cherish' and all that, hm?”

And in that moment, Astarion was certain he’d never love and cherish anything more than you.

Nine months later, the little silver-haired newborn he held in his arms would prove him wrong.

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[cranetreegang]

The Call of Adventure - Ominis x FemReader

I just wanna shoutout everybody. You have all been so sweet and kind with all these fics of Ominis <3 So thank you!!! I'm so happy y'all are enjoying them just as much as I am writing them <3

This was a fun one. Ever since I got the Companions Mod, ya know your gurl had to have Ominis tagging along. I will say, there is something quite amusing about dismissing Ominis on the other side of the map and just being like 'yeah walk your blind ass back to Hogwarts' as he shuffles away.

Anyways, I got carried away with a simple broom flying lesson (looks at word count with a heavy sigh).

hope you enjoy and enjoy while listening to -> Soaring over Hogwarts

Summary: Hoping to show Ominis the joys of broom flight, things take a drastic turn.

Word Count: ~ 4,400 words

Read my other Ominis Fics Here!

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“I’m not so sure about this.” Ominis holds the broom away from him, not daring to put his leg over the wild thing. 

“You were sure just mere moments ago.” She teases. 

“That was before the damn thing nearly ripped my arm off.” He mumbles. 

She hums in thought then offers, “Perhaps, we should take things slow.” 

Ominis lets out a sigh of relief, but the feeling is short lived as she continues, 

“We can fly together on my broom.” 

He grimaces, “Surely you jest.” 

She walks closer to him and he catches the slight shake of her head, “Not at all. The only way we can get there and back before curfew is by flying.” 

He scowls with a grumbling complaint under his breath. 

“Oh, don’t be that way, Ominis. I think you might enjoy this.” 

“Or, I’ll fall to my death.” 

She snorts, “Then better be quick to cast Levioso on yourself then. Now, come on. We’re losing daylight.” 

She mounts the broom, patting the seat in front of her. He debates with himself on what to do. This is a horrible, ill-advised, reckless plan. But, when will he get another opportunity like this? And he’s heard the rumors of her excellent flying abilities. He lets out an exaggerated sigh as he swings his leg over her broom, dropping the other broom onto the lawn. 

“I better not regret this.” He hisses. 

She can’t stop her wide grin as she scoots closer to him, “Alright, grab hold of the broom with both hands. One in front of the other.” 

Ominis puts his hands around the broom’s handle then they’re just as quickly launched into the air. Her arms fly around his waist as they rocket higher into the sky. 

“Ominis! Even out! You’re pulling too much!” She shouts over the roaring wind. 

He can barely breathe, let alone think. He pushes the broom down, sending them into a downward spiral. His stomach plummets and he can’t make out what she’s trying to say over the air shooting past them. 

Her hands are on his and she speaks in a level voice right into his ear, “Ominis. It’s alright. Follow my movement.” 

She gently pulls up and he does the same until their descent stops, leaving them floating in the air. She lets out a sigh, collapsing against his back. 

“Not exactly how I envisioned our take off going.” She chuckles between heavy pants. His eyes are wide and he’s surprised the death grip he has on the handle hasn’t shattered the polished wood. 

“I nearly killed us.” He murmurs, his body shaking out of his control.

“Nearly. But, not quite.” She slowly removes her hands from his and leans off his back. “How are you fairing?” 

“I want to get off this damnable thing.” He seethes.

She laughs, “But, you’ve already done the hardest part! Granted, we will need to work on takeoffs, but we’re at the best part. Flying.” 

He shakes his head, “No. This was a mistake. I never should’ve gotten on this thing. Now, tell me how to land.” 

She bites her lip, “Ominis.” 

“What?” He snaps. 

She frowns as she takes in the tremors racking through Ominis’ body. A pang of guilt overcomes her at putting him in this position. He’s confessed his desire to fly on a broom before as they were on their way to class. He heard the whoosh of a student passing overhead and he had a slight smile as he mentioned he’s always wanted to learn to fly. It hurt her heart to hear him dismiss the idea as soon as he uttered it. Now that he’s here, he may very well never fly again. Perhaps this was indeed a mistake. Her jaw sets and her head rises with determination. 

She’s not willing to give up just yet. She places her hand on his back. The touch makes him stiffen even more than he already was.

“Take a moment. Breathe. Breathe with me.” She sucks in an audible breath while rubbing her hand up then down his back. “In and out. Slowly. Like this.” 

He matches her breathing, realizing just how frantic he had become. They’re fine, he reminds himself. They’re both fine. He follows the assuasive movement along his back and he’s able to relax himself bit by bit. 

With their hearts no longer threatening to burst out of their chests and his breathing evening out, she continues,

“A broom is only as good as its rider. If you are calm, your broom will be too.” She glances around with a slight grin, “Do you know where we are?”

“Not in the faintest.” 

“Well, take a moment. Feel where we are.” 

Ominis’ relinquishes his tight hold on the broom; enough to let a hand slip into his robes and grab his wand. His wand adjusts his field of view by sending out waves as far as it possibly can. He’s amazed at how much he can make out and he takes notice of the spires surrounding them.

They’re over Hogwarts. About thirty meters above, judging from how far the ground is below them. He can hear the distant chatter of students as they cross in the courtyard. He believes it’s the Transfiguration Courtyard given the sizable tree in the center. 

His shoulders sag with an exhale, the last of his tremors leaving him, “We’re over Hogwarts.” 

She nods, “Yes.” 

He shifts in place, finding some comfort being airborne, but not much.

“We can land if you wish, but I think if you make a lap around the castle, you might enjoy it. Hogwarts from above is truly a sight to behold.” 

“I don’t want to lose control again.” He whispers.

“You won’t.”

He scoffs with his head dismissing her, “Do you not value our wellbeing? Your wellbeing?” 

“I trust you.” 

He’s stunned at her admittance. He almost wants to question her sanity in placing so much faith into him. She shifts to be even closer to him and he’s acutely aware of her arms coming around his waist. 

“Now, trust yourself. I know you can do it.” She encourages. “Once you’re ready, take it slow and lower the handle until it’s in front of you.” 

He takes a deep breath, putting both hands back on the broom with his wand tight in his grip to guide him. He pushes the handle down until they begin to glide forward. 

“Just like that!” She exclaims. 

He grins at his progress as they soar over the rooftops of the castle. Without realizing, he leans towards where he wishes to go. The movement is easy and he can’t help a prideful smile from coming over him at the smooth turn.

“See, you’re a natural.” She beams, further cementing his elation.

He takes them over Hogwarts, his mind reeling from visualizing the campus from above. There’s many sections he didn’t even know existed and others he had new appreciation for. He dives them under one of the stone bridges and flies them through the canyon. He hears the waterfall and river below them. He flies so close to it, water sprays up in a fine mist onto them. 

“I think that’s the Slytherin common room.” She points out to the right of them. 

He glides them closer and he chuckles, “If Sebastian could see us, he’d believe he’d lost his mind. Or that we’ve both lost ours.” 

“You’ll have to surprise him some time. I’d love to see his face as you take off. We could all fly over to Feldcroft and surprise Anne too.” 

Ominis could almost hear Sebastian’s exclamations and Anne’s pure shock. It’s enough to make his stomach flutter. He follows the river towards the Black Lake when he comes to a gentle stop; their feet hover just above the cool waters. 

“Well, where is it you wanted to go?” Ominis turns his head towards her. 

Her grin consumes her whole face at the sight of Ominis’ poorly disguised zeal.

“Towards the right. You’ll need to get us above the treeline though.” She points to their heading and he nods. 

He turns them until she tells him to stop. He takes in a deep breath, enjoying this sensation of floating in the air. Then he takes off. 

Screeching across the lake and going far faster than he ever thought he would be going at the start of this flight. She squeals in delight at his pace and his chest swells at the sound of her joy. He gets them high enough to soar over the treetops. He’s beginning to understand how the broom reads him and it’s becoming nearly intuitive to fly.

“We’re just over the Forbidden Forest!” She yells. 

He smells the fresh pine and the damp air of the forest which accompanies it. Trying to sense the trees below them as they zip by makes his head whirl. While he can’t make out the fine details of the branches, he can tell they’re massive and their thick canopy blocks out the ground below.

“That’s not where we’re going, is it?” He questions. 

“Not at all! It’s forbidden.” She smirks, making him scoff.

“Like that word has any meaning to you!” 

She chuckles and gives him a slight squeeze around his waist, making his chilled cheeks warm. They continue soaring over the countryside. The Forbidden Forest seems almost pleasant being so far above it, he thinks to himself. He keeps them just above the treetops, but he’s sure if he stretches his foot out, he’d kick the top of some of the towering giants poking out.

“Nearly there. Do you see it? It’s just to the left of us.” She says.

He angles them to the left, slowing them as he does so, and he picks up on some sort of structure poking out between the foliage of the forest. 

“What is it?” He wonders as he tries to find a way for them to land. 

“I’m not sure. That’s why we’re here.” 

He finds a clearing near the front of the edifice and begins a slow descent. The tips of his shoes graze the ground while they glide forward until he comes to a complete stop. 

“Here we are.” She says, letting him dismount before she dismisses her broom. “Not bad for your first flight.”

Ominis turns his head towards her with a soft grin, “I’m glad we landed without the aid of Levioso.” 

“As am I.” 

Ominis examines where they are. From what his wand is able to pick up, they’re in front of some sort of ruin. The grand entrance has long since crumbled into a half formed arch. 

“Up for some exploration?” She asks while she heads through the dilapidated entryway. 

Ominis can’t help his grin as he follows her inside into what he suspects was a courtyard. There’s remnants of stone between patches of overgrown grass and ivy under his feet. He lets his hand trace along a moss covered pillar while they venture inside. Wood crunches under their boots as they step over the door and the interior isn’t faring much better than the outside.

“So, how did you stumble upon this place?” Ominis questions. 

The fading sun warms parts of his cheek and neck as it filters in through the many cracks and holes in the deteriorating walls. He reaches his hand out to touch these exposed rays of light in the cool, damp ruin. She admires him basking in the sunlight; envious at how perfect he looks. His windblown hair and easy smile makes this whole scene feel dreamy. She has to avert her gaze to be able to answer him.

“Do you want an honest answer, or that I simply stumbled upon this place by accident?” 

He shoots her a concerned scowl, “I fear I may regret this, but the honest answer.” 

She hums while she kicks a cracked pot over, “I may, or may not, have been in the area dealing with some poachers. And, well, I came here seeking cover while I dispatched them.” 

“You are too reckless for your own good.” He sighs. 

She shrugs, “You must admit this place is amazing. I wonder just how old it is. Or what it once was. I’m sure it was quite stately in its time.” 

Ominis goes towards a shattered wooden long table with a fallen chandelier as its new centerpiece. His fingers trace over the once polished edge as he walks by the rotting relic.

“I’d imagine this was someone’s grand estate. A count’s, perhaps. Given the size.” 

“A count you say?” She looks around the ruined architecture in a vain attempt to picture what this place would’ve looked like when it was alive with people instead of vines. “Shame it’s in ruins now.” She frowns as she stares at a faded portrait hanging precariously on the wall above the fireplace.

They wander towards the back of the estate when she notices wooden boards laying on the floor. As she approaches, she realizes the boards are covering a hole in the ground.

“Oh. What’s this?” She kneels next to the wood boards and peers into the darkness below. Ominis joins her, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. 

“See anything?” He asks.

She shakes her head, “No. It’s too dark.” 

Ominis’ hand scours the grass-covered ground around him until he finds a palm-sized rock. He slips the rock between a gap and lets it fall. He presses his ear in the opening and listens to the rock clattering at the bottom. Based on the echoes, he believes this is an actual room rather than a hole in the ground.

“Anything?” She wonders.

“There’s certainly something there. I believe this may have been the cellar.” 

“Stand back.” She gets to her feet, pulling out her wand as she does. Ominis stands next to her. 

“Depulso!” She swishes her wand and the boards are reduced to splinters. She’s quick to lean over the edge again, sticking her wand into the opening. “Lumos.” 

The ghostly hum is higher than her own as she catches glimpses of dusty stone flooring and walls from her wand’s cold light. She looks over to Ominis, “It’s not too far of a drop. Let’s investigate!” 

Before he can object, she’s already jumping into the opening. He hears her land with a ‘huff’.

“Come on! What’re you waiting for?” She yells at him when he doesn’t make any sort of movement.

He groans to himself as he sits on the edge of the hole, his feet swinging into the abyss. He takes a sharp breath before he falls in after her. He lands with a slight grunt, but he’s pleased he stayed on his feet. His wand picks up what he heard and this is indeed a room of some kind. The musty, moldy air makes his nose crinkle in disgust. He hears her walking towards the far wall. 

“Cellar indeed. Although…,” She brings her illuminated wand closer to the wall. 

“What is it?” Ominis joins in with her examination. He reaches out and touches a large metal ring attached to the wall.

“I think it can be opened.” She takes several steps back and he does the same. “Accio!”

She rips the lid of the case off, letting it crash to the ground, and she gasps in shock. Something knocks into his foot. He frowns at the object being far too light for a rock or piece of stone. He kneels down and his fingers graze over the object. It’s spherical in nature and there’s two large holes then two smaller ones. He traces over several ridges until a clear picture forms in his mind. His hand reels back.

“A crypt.” He exclaims. “We’re in a crypt.” 

“It does appear that we are.” 

He whips his wand around, searching for a way out. He crosses to the other side, but he can’t detect any sort of stairs. He does however sense a hallway leading underneath the estate. He stands near the entrance of the corridor and a chill shoots down his spine when a cold draft gusts into his face.

“I don’t like the feel of this place.” He murmurs. 

“Oh, there’s no reason for such angst. It’s just a long, dark hallway inside an abandoned, creepy crypt. What could possibly go wrong?” She smirks as she takes the lead down the hallway with nary a hitch in her steps. 

“I can think of plenty.” Ominis states while following after her. “I will admit, I do admire your bravery. This is certainly not a place for those of the faint hearted.” 

She giggles, her amusement echoing off into the distance, “I can admit the same of you, Ominis. I’m starting to believe there’s a bit of Gryffindor underneath all that green.” 

A smile splays across him and he can’t suppress his chuckle. He is surprised he’s not more upset with being potentially trapped in a tomb. If he were here with anyone else, he imagines he would be far more vexed with the situation than he is. It seems her adventurous nature is quite contagious and he finds himself eager to discover more secrets to this long forgotten place. 

The hallway takes them into an open room. Their footsteps reverberate into the vast nothingness.  

She lets out a gasp, “It’s huge.” She waves her wand around in an attempt to penetrate the darkness, but it’s like a thick veil is placed in front of her. “We’re probably the only ones who've set foot here in some time.”

“I don’t see a way out though.” Ominis frowns. “The room dead ends here.” 

“Perhaps there’s a secret entrance somewhere.” She heads towards the center of the room. 

He snorts to himself at her guileless wonder and excitement. They move through the open room, noting the columns supporting the ground above them are in rather good shape considering the rest of the fallen estate. 

“It’s so eerie here.” She observes. “Like the air is completely still.”

“Almost like we aren’t supposed to be here.” He teases. 

She chuckles, “Fair point.” She smiles as she looks at him. He’s enjoying himself far more than he’s pretending to be. “I am glad you’re here with me. Even if all we find is just a big, dusty room.” 

He takes in a sharp breath at her statement, hating how easily she could send him spiraling with just one comment. The sounds of pebbles dragging against stone catches his attention. It’s not coming from her though. It almost sounds like feet shuffling the more Ominis tunes into the noise.

“Did you hear that?” He questions.

She freezes where she’s at and turns her attention to her companion. His head turns more towards where he first heard the noise. She strains her ears to do the same, but she only hears ringing due to the silence of the place. 

“I don’t hear-,” 

“Behind you!” Ominis shouts just as an arm swipes at her. 

In a flash, she’s suddenly next to him. He almost can’t believe it and his wand can barely comprehend how she achieved such a feat. It’s like she transformed into magic then reappeared next to him. He can’t dwell on the moment though as the room erupts into groans and growls.

“Inferi!” She cries out. “Fire’s the only way to kill them.” 

There’s several coming towards them, more than he can count. He readies himself and she does the same. 

“Where are they? I hear them, but I don’t see them.” She states, her head turning every which way. 

“There!” Ominis points towards where he hears at least three.

“Confringo!” She lights one on fire and the sparks ignite those around it. Burnt flesh consumes the air and she’s able to see enough from the immolated corpses to continue her attacks.

Ominis is suddenly aware of more Inferi coming behind them. He turns and casts, “Incendio!” 

A blast of flames knocks two of them back, leaving him the chance to cast Confringo on those still standing. 

“Bombardo!” She explodes the ones getting close to them, rocking the ground and walls, and sending gravel on top of them.

“Depulso!” He knocks the rest away, leaving a clearing for them to retreat back down the hallway. He grabs her free hand and tugs her from the battle. 

“Bombardo!” She blasts the ceiling and he can hear the room collapsing just behind them, nearly knocking them off their feet from the impact. Unfortunately, not all the Inferi are caught in the rubble. She keeps firing spells down the hallway while he dodges them past swiping arms reaching out from the crumbling stone walls. They manage to get back into the room they dropped into when she wiggles her hand from his tight grasp. 

There’s a surge in the air, one which electrifies his skin and overwhelms his senses. He’s amazed to find this surge to be stemming from her. She lets out a cry and the entrance to the hallway topples down with a roaring clap of thunder, blocking the Inferi from chasing them. Dust blasts into the room, staining their mouths, and the ground shakes under their feet. Their relief doesn’t last long as more Inferi begin to clamor out from the caskets lining the walls. 

“This way!” She grabs his hand and guides him back underneath the hole. She glances around at the Inferi nearly free from their stone confines. 

Ominis readies himself to face the remaining Inferi when she turns towards him. 

“I’m going to cast Levioso on you. Then you’ll be able to reach the ledge. Ready?” 

Before he can question, she quickly casts, “Levioso!” 

His feet leave the ground and he levitates in the air. He barely catches himself from flipping around. His mind whirls into overdrive and he reaches out towards the ledge. He grabs on and pulls himself up. He searches for her below and he finds her just underneath him. He hears her rapid fire of spells to keep the horde at bay, but she’s about to be swarmed with Inferi on all sides. Without any more hesitation he yells, “Accio!” 

She’s yanked up to him with a surprised gasp leaving her. She lands right on top of him, sending them both crashing to the ground. They’re both panting, their hearts beating frantically. She manages to push herself up to look down at him. 

“Are you alright?” She asks. 

“Never better.” He groans. 

She laughs, falling back onto him with a sigh, “You sure do know how to make things exciting, Gaunt.” 

His chest rumbles under her as they both laugh. 

“If I remember correctly, I believe you were the one to say ‘what could go wrong’. Seems the universe was apt to show you just how wrong things could go.” 

“Seems so.” She giggles, finding enough energy to roll off of him.

Below them, they can still hear the faint groaning of the Inferi. His hand pats the ground until he finds what he’s searching for. He grabs her hand and gives her a squeeze with a soft sigh.

“You are unharmed, yes? They didn’t hurt you?” His tender voice makes her heart skip a beat.

She glances towards Ominis, noting his face firmly plastered to the ceiling above them. 

“I’m okay.” She reassures him with a squeeze of her own. She watches his chest rise in a deep breath and the sight makes her cheeks warm for some reason. 

She releases his hand to prop herself up with a wide grin.

“Well, this hasn’t been quite the adventure I had in mind, but at least I’ll have you back before curfew.” 

Ominis chuckles as he stands, dusting himself off, “I believe you’ve satiated my need for adventure for the day. For the month even.”

He offers his hand to her and helps her to her feet. She takes in the disheveled sight of the Slytherin boy. His hair is wild and untamed from their fight. Dark soot and dust coats his reddish cheeks and stains his formally tidy robes. It’s a good look on him, she decides before she brushes a few pebbles, leaves, and other small debris from his hair and shoulders. His eyes are wide at the gesture and he’s forgotten how to breathe for a moment. 

“I think you’ll find yourself craving such reckless activities. In fact, you’ll be practically begging to come on another adventure with me.” She smirks, satisfied with her efforts in preening him, then heads back towards the entrance. He coughs, willing himself to calm down, before catching up to her.

“Will I? I’m not one to beg, you know.” He smirks right back at her. 

They arrive back at the entrance of the sullied manor with the sun having long since set, leaving them both bathed in the moonlight. The cold light of the moon makes the boy next to her seem otherworldly. And if she were to try to reach out to him, he would simply vanish like an all too pleasant dream. She’s thankful he can’t see her staring. Or, perhaps he could in his own way. Perhaps he could feel her awestruck gaze upon him as it whispers across his skin. 

She bites her lip while she summons her broom, “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” 

“I suppose so.” He replies in a near whisper.

She holds the broom between them, letting him mount first. He settles himself on the broom, finding it far more natural than when they started earlier this afternoon. A crack of a twig makes Ominis turn his head towards the forest. While he almost dismisses it as an animal, something about it makes him pause. 

“What is it?” She wonders, turning her gaze to what’s got his attention.

“I’m… not sure.” He gets the distinct impression they’re being watched. Not just by one set of eyes either.

Out of the shadows of the night’s embrace, a masked man steps forward.

“Hello, lovelies.” He greets, twirling his wand between his fingers with a malicious grin. Her hand grips Ominis’ forearm and her whole body is frigid as more people emerge from the shadows. “Was hopin’ you’d come back ‘er, lil’ girl. We’ve been waitin’ for ya.”

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AN: Did I get carried away? Without a doubt. But, I really wanted to have some Ominis adventures sooooo here we are. I did my best in the combat, but that's one of my weaker writing skills in my opinion *stares at my part two with even more action*

I think I maaaay have abused his wand's 'seeing' ability quite heavily here, but ehhhhhh magic am i right???? ...right? 💀💀💀💀💀

I've never tagged peeps before so uh hopefully this is right 😂-> @mehnotenoughtime

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Summary: Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin have finally joined you on your trip and it’s going great; you have a tremendous amount of fun (some at your expense), laughter and talks about life. Namjoon suddenly asks you where you think this thing with Yoongi is heading, and to be honest you don’t really know yourself – you just know that you love him.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Status: completed!

Word Count: 23K

Warnings: public sex (in a locked restroom), exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex (male receiving), heavy sexual tension again, really bad attempts at jokes again (sorry!), talk about feelings.

Author’s note: This chapter was really tough to write, because I struggled with the thoughts of it being both horrible and then decent enough. Ugh. So it is with mixed feelings that I release it. I do like it, don’t get me wrong, I just feel like it sucks too 😣 It’s making it really hard to write, when I feel like everything I write is freaking crap, but I’m trying to push through. Hopefully the next chapter will be better! Even though I really like this couple, I’m also looking forward to finishing it, so I can go back to wallow in my self pity…

I really do hope that you enjoy the chapter (and that it doesn’t suck too much). We’re almost at the end of the trip 🥹 I’m also really sorry about the length of this chapter! 🙇

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It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there.

As you pull into Daejeon Station around midday, a sense of eager anticipation fills the air. 

The vibrant hustle and bustle of the station is a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the nature you’ve been immersed in. With Holly parked, you and Yoongi step out, ready to reunite with your friends. The excitement is palpable, a buzz of joyous anticipation that makes your hearts race as you wait for Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin to arrive.

The moment Hoseok’s beaming smile comes into view, it’s like a burst of sunshine breaking through the clouds. 

Your heart flutters with excitement as your entire face transforms into a radiant beam of happiness. You don’t just greet him; you jump and bounce as if you’ve been apart for ages, even though, in reality, it’s only been a matter of months. 

Seokjin’s friendly wave and Namjoon’s nearly exuberant ‘hi’ from across the street bring forth a hearty chuckle, leaving you brimming with a pure, infectious joy that paints the entire moment with vivid colors of friendship and happiness. 

You can’t contain the joy, and an irrepressible smile takes over, making you feel like a giddy schoolkid. Right beside you, Yoongi mirrors your expression, his eyes sparkling with warmth and contentment. 

It’s a shared moment of pure happiness, and you can’t help but relish in it. 

You share warm, tight hugs, feeling the familiar embrace of your friends like a comforting homecoming. Together, you make your way to the waiting van, the anticipation and excitement palpable. As you all pile in, the air is charged with the promise of yet another thrilling adventure, Holly serving as your vessel to embark on new escapades and create unforgettable memories together.

As Yoongi takes the wheel, the lively banter and laughter among your friends fill the van. 

Excitement bubbles as you discuss your collective desires, and a consensus emerges to spend a few days exploring Daejeon. 

In no time, Yoongi expertly locates a charming, secluded campsite on the town’s fringes, setting the stage for a unique adventure. The sense of camaraderie and shared anticipation deepens as you approach your temporary home amidst nature. 

As Holly comes to a stop, Yoongi skillfully maneuvers it into place, and a chorus of excitement fills the air. 

Eager to make your temporary abode comfortable, your group springs into action. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon form a close-knit team, working together to assemble the tent alongside Holly. Their chatter bubbles with a sense of camaraderie, interrupted only by playful debates on the sleeping arrangements. 

A knowing smile tugs at your lips as you overhear their hushed conversation about sleeping arrangements. Their playful banter about your snoring (and moaning) habits elicits an eye roll, the mere hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. You might snore and moan, but it’s nothing some earplugs can’t tune out. 

“I should sleep in the tent,” with a wry, playful grin, Seokjin asserts his age as if it’s the ultimate trump card. He quips about the importance of a good night’s sleep, his tone dripping with a hint of mock seriousness. 

Hoseok and Namjoon exchange resigned glances, a silent acknowledgment of Seokjin’s knack for persuasion. The power struggle between your two remaining friends gives off a touch of drama, an amicable rivalry that never fails to amuse.

Hoseok turns to Namjoon, his eyes wide with a mix of sincerity and a touch of desperation. “Please?” he implores, as if he’s appealing to Namjoon’s sense of camaraderie, urging him to make a selfless sacrifice for the group. 

Namjoon reluctantly agrees, but not without a bit of humor. 

“Alright, alright,” he concedes, “but we’re switching spots in a few days.” 

His agreement is laced with a hint of resignation, and he tosses his sleeping bag into Holly with a mock sense of defeat. You and Yoongi exchange knowing glances, sharing a laugh at your friends’ playful bickering. 

Namjoon approaches you and Yoongi, his steps weighted with exaggerated reluctance. He poutfully sighs, “Guess I’m stuck with you guys.” 

His dramatic delivery adds a touch of humor to the moment, and you can’t help but laugh at his misery.

“Wow, could you sound more elated about that?” 

You quip, adding a touch of playful sarcasm to your tone. With a light shove to Namjoon’s shoulder, you emphasize your lighthearted teasing. Beside you, Yoongi joins in, chuckling as he gestures toward the overhead sleeping space, Namjoon will be sleeping in.

Namjoon secures his sleeping bag in the overhead space, then clambers up. “At least the view from up here is pretty,” he muses with genuine awe, his eyes fixed on the surrounding forest. The wonder in his voice paints a vivid picture of the mesmerizing scenery he’s observing.

With everything perfectly arranged in your own cozy corners, you embark on an adventure to Daejeon O-World. The excitement is palpable as you anticipate the thrills of the theme park and the culinary delights waiting for you at lunch.

As you enter the expansive theme park, you’re immediately struck by its breathtaking beauty and immense size. 

The first order of business, naturally, is satisfying your hunger. After a brief exploration, you discover a charming little booth offering an array of delectable snacks. With your chosen treats in hand, you locate a table to savor your meal. The vibrant atmosphere and tantalizing scents make your dining experience feel even more enjoyable.

With satisfied appetites, you embark on your adventure by exploring the zoo section of the park. A diverse array of creatures awaits you – black bears, majestic lions, powerful tigers, towering elephants, elegant giraffes, sleek zebras, and even the quirky ostriches. As you stroll from one enclosure to another, your eyes are inevitably drawn to the Bengal tigers. Their sheer majesty and wild grace leave you in awe, and you can’t help but be captivated by their regal presence amidst the vibrant surroundings. 

“Wow, the Bengal tigers are so pretty.” 

You exclaim in hushed wonder, unable to tear your gaze away as you watch one of them delicately licking its enormous paw. Their raw power and elegance are on full display, and you’re utterly entranced by the enchanting sight.

Seokjin bursts into hearty laughter, his voice resonating through the zoo as he jests, “Of course you think it’s pretty! It’s basically just a big cat!” His playful tone elicits a shared chuckle from your group.

You arch an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by his cryptic response, “Alright, spill it, Seokjin. What’s so funny?” 

He chuckles again, shaking his head. Seokjin smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, “I mean, you seem to really appreciate feline beauty. Maybe that’s a hint for Yoongi, huh?”

You blush, playfully shoving him, “Oh, come on, it’s not like that!” 

Laughter erupts from your friends, filling the air with a light-hearted atmosphere, while Yoongi simply rolls his eyes, unfazed by the playful banter.

After marveling at all the majestic animals, you guide your group to the garden section of the park, where an array of flowers and trees adorn the landscape, their vibrant colors still ablaze in September. The beauty of the garden captures your heart, and you all embark on a leisurely stroll, drinking in the sights and fragrances that surround you.

After several hours of exploring the various sections of the park, you find yourselves drawn to the amusement park area, a bustling playground of exhilarating rides and attractions. 

The anticipation of thrilling adventures ahead fills the air as you set your sights on the exciting rides that beckon with promises of excitement and adrenaline.

Hoseok and Namjoon wholeheartedly throw themselves into the amusement park experience, eagerly embracing every thrill it has to offer. They conquer the towering roller coasters, brave the stomach-churning giant drops, and laugh in the face of the exhilarating rides that challenge gravity and sanity. Their infectious enthusiasm is palpable, and you can’t help but be swept up in their joyous escapades.

“This is an absolute blast!” 

Hoseok exclaims with laughter that’s utterly contagious. His jubilant spirit is infectious, filling the air with an electrifying energy. Namjoon is sporting an ear-to-ear grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he enjoys every twist and turn of the rides. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, adopts a more reserved stance, admitting with a chuckle, “I think I’ve outgrown these rides a bit.” 

He’s content watching his friends revel in the thrill. You’re fully aware that Yoongi shares Seokjin’s sentiment, which is why they make for excellent spectators. 

Together, they provide an encouraging and safe space for your adventure with Namjoon and Hoseok. As the rides become a whirlwind of adrenaline-pumping excitement, the experience is elevated by your friends’ contrasting reactions. 

You revel in the joy of the day’s adventures, feeling a triumphant rush as you successfully coax both Yoongi and Seokjin into joining you on a thrilling roller coaster ride. 

The wind rushes through your hair, laughter and screams blend in the air, and the camaraderie of conquering fears as a group is exhilarating. As the day slowly transitions to evening and the sun begins its descent, painting the sky with warm hues, you collectively decide it’s time to wrap up the theme park escapades and return to your campsite. 

Hunger gnaws at your bellies, but it’s a good kind of hunger because it signals the prospect of a delectable dinner. Yoongi and Seokjin, a dynamic duo in the kitchen, team up to prepare a meal that promises to be a tantalizing highlight of the day. The anticipation of a shared, mouthwatering feast weaves an undercurrent of eager satisfaction.

Namjoon stretches his arms, and in the aftermath of a good night’s sleep, he chuckles, “I thought Jungkook was joking when he said to bring earplugs, but I’m so glad I did.”

Your eyebrows knit together, and a playful fire kindles in your belly. You respond in a tone laced with faux indignation, “Hey!” Your words hang in the air, a challenge and an invitation rolled into one.

Namjoon smirks and leans in closer to you, whispering in a conspiratorial tone, “I’m just saying, I could hardly hear you with the earplugs in.” 

His words are delivered with a friendly, playful air, evoking a sense of camaraderie. You roll your eyes at his tease and playfully cross your arms, the unspoken challenge in the air.

Seokjin takes charge of the campfire, conjuring a delicious feast that promises to rival even Yoongi’s culinary skills. The tantalizing aromas waft through the campsite, and your taste buds tingle with anticipation. As you savor the first bite of his masterful creation, you can’t help but wonder if Seokjin’s cooking might just be on par with Yoongi’s.

As Seokjin savors a mouthful of his delectable meal, he shares his plans for the day. “I’ve heard about the local Arboretum, and I really want to visit it today to really immerse myself in nature,” he explains between bites. Your heart resonates with his desire, and you and Yoongi quickly nod in agreement, your eagerness mirroring his. The prospect of exploring the Arboretum together excites you all.

Namjoon’s face lights up with excitement as he proposes a split in your group’s plans. “I’ve had my eye on the National Science Museum. How about we divide and conquer?” 

He suggests, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gazes at each of you, waiting for your response. The idea of a little group exploration injects a renewed sense of adventure into the air.

With a bright grin, Hoseok chimes in, “Count me in, Jonnie.” 

The group’s enthusiasm for their upcoming adventures shines through their smiles, and the excitement is infectious.

Namjoon smiles warmly at Hoseok, his gratitude evident in his eyes, “You don’t have to Hobi, but thank you. It’ll be great having you along.” 

As you arrive at your destinations, an air of excitement fills the group. With a playful grin, you say to Namjoon and Hoseok, “Have fun exploring the wonders of science, guys. We’ll catch up later!” 

Your friends wave goodbye and head into the museum, while you, Yoongi, and Seokjin eagerly make your way to the Hanbat Arboretum, your hearts filled with anticipation for the natural beauty that awaits you.

The Arboretum sprawls out before you, a captivating oasis of tranquility and a haven for greenery enthusiasts. Your eyes take in the vast recreational area, stretching towards a reservoir teeming with genetically diverse flora. The surroundings echo with the harmonious songs of birds, and in the distance, you spot the inviting eco-learning center, where young minds come to connect with the natural world. It’s as if time slows down here, allowing you to embrace the serenity and beauty of the environment fully.

As you and Yoongi stroll hand in hand through the Arboretum, Seokjin gracefully fades into the background, allowing you both to revel in the mesmerizing landscape. 

The beauty of nature unfolds around you, casting a serene spell that weaves through your senses. At one point, Seokjin willingly lags behind, granting you and Yoongi precious moments of solitude amidst the exquisite surroundings. 

The gentle rustle of leaves, the harmonious hum of insects, and the subtle scent of blooming flowers create an enchanting ambiance that deepens your souls. Most of your journey through the Arboretum is graced by a comforting silence, a symphony of nature’s sounds taking center stage. The rustling leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft whispers of the breeze become the soundtrack to your leisurely stroll. 

This tranquil stillness amplifies your connection to the natural world, and every step you take with Yoongi feels like an intimate conversation without words, where your hearts are attuned to the rhythm of the environment around you.

After immersing yourselves in the Arboretum’s serene beauty for several hours, you decide to check in on Namjoon and Hoseok, curious about their adventures in the museum world. 

As you take out your phone to text them, you can’t help but notice the way Yoongi’s eyes catch the sunlight, a glimmer of affection in his gaze as he patiently waits for your conversation to unfold. 

The world seems to stand still for a moment as you reach out to your friends, a tranquil backdrop to your connections both near and far. With the sunlight filtering through the leaves, you receive a text from Namjoon and Hoseok, and it’s settled: it’s time to reunite and sate your appetites with a delicious lunch at a nearby restaurant. 

You share the news with Seokjin and Yoongi, who both respond with a smile, reflecting the excitement of the moment.

In the heart of the cozy restaurant, you savor a hearty meal that not only nourishes your tired bodies but also rekindles your spirits for the next chapter of your adventure. The delicious food invigorates your senses, and the camaraderie around the table only enhances the flavors. It’s a moment of shared contentment, where laughter and conversation swirl around you like a warm, comforting embrace, promising even more unforgettable moments.

“How was the Arboretum?” 

Namjoon’s eyes light up with curiosity as he leans in, eager to hear your thoughts. You know that he shares your deep appreciation for nature. 

Yoongi takes a slow sip of his tea, allowing the flavors to linger on his palate before speaking. With a tranquil smile, he describes the Arboretum as ‘breathtaking and relaxing,’ his words carrying the essence of the tranquil natural haven. You nod in agreement, the memory of your serene walk amongst the vibrant foliage still vivid in your mind, as you savor your comforting bowl of soup. 

The restaurant atmosphere is filled with the subtle warmth of shared experiences and the subtle exchange of feelings.

Seokjin playfully joins in the conversation with a chuckle, his words wrapped in good-natured humor. “Yeah, but I felt like a third wheel most of the time,” he quips, his tone light and filled with laughter.

You share a moment of understanding with Seokjin, realizing that perhaps your affectionate moments with Yoongi might have inadvertently made him feel like a third wheel. With a warm smile, you say, “We’re sorry,” conveying your empathy and appreciation for his company during your nature walk. 

Seokjin chuckles, breaking the momentary tension and says, “You shouldn’t be sorry! Being three friends can be a bit challenging when two of them are in a relationship together.” 

He lightens the mood with a warm smile, emphasizing that he understands and isn’t bothered by it. 

Understanding Seokjin’s perspective, you nod and admit, “You’re right, we’ll make sure to mix things up next time so that nobody feels like a third wheel.”

After lunch, while wandering through the Museum of Art together, a sense of wonder envelops you. 

The vibrant color and thought-provoking art pieces leave you in awe. Every canvas told a unique story, colors and brushstrokes forming an intricate dance of emotions. You notice Namjoon and Hoseok engrossed in the artwork, their eyes lit up with enthusiasm like kids in a candy store. Their appreciation for the art becomes contagious, and you can’t help but share in their excitement as you explore the fascinating displays together.

As you exit the Art Museum, you step into the bustling heart of Jungang Market. The market is a sensory extravaganza, with colorful stalls lining the narrow lanes, their vendors enthusiastically hawking a variety of goods. The air is alive with the sizzle of street food being cooked, the chatter of shoppers, and the vibrant aromas of local delicacies. 

You wander through the maze of stalls, each one revealing unique treasures. Vibrant fabrics, handmade crafts, and exotic spices compete for your attention. The sound of bartering fills the air as you browse, and you can’t help but get lost in the vibrant tapestry of this lively market. 

As you explore, you stumble upon a quaint fish shop tucked away in a corner. The array of seafood on display is impressive, and you decide to purchase some fresh fish to grill for dinner later. 

The owner, a friendly local, offers you tips on selecting the best catch, and you leave the market with the promise of a mouthwatering meal in mind.

Back at the campsite, Yoongi takes charge of the sizzling grill, expertly searing the fresh fish and an assortment of colorful vegetables. The tantalizing aroma of grilled seafood wafts through the air, a mouthwatering prelude to dinner. The rest of your group rallies around, a harmonious orchestra of teamwork. 

You gather plates, utensils, and condiments, creating a makeshift outdoor dining setup. Laughter and conversation fill the campsite, a delightful backdrop to the clinking of utensils and the cheerful banter between friends.

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over your gathering, you can’t help but appreciate the simple joy of shared meals and the warmth of companionship. 

The crackling campfire, the soothing rustle of leaves in the evening breeze, and the sumptuous scent of grilling food create an atmosphere of togetherness that’s hard to replicate anywhere else.

As you savor the mouthwatering grilled fish, each bite is a burst of savory delight. The vegetables, perfectly charred and tender, offer a refreshing contrast to the rich flavors of the seafood. A chorus of contented hums and appreciative comments punctuates the meal.

Amidst the clinking of beer bottles, you dive into lively discussions that meander through the landscape of life’s dreams and aspirations. The setting sun casts a warm, golden hue over your group, creating an intimate ambiance that encourages open and heartfelt conversations. 

Yoongi shares his thoughts about wanting to explore more of the rugged landscapes, Seokjin expresses his desire to delve into local culture, and Namjoon and Hoseok swap stories about the art they encountered in the museum. 

With every sip of beer and shared anecdote, your bond with your friends deepens, making this moment a part of the cherished memories you’ll carry forward into your journey.

You’ve been hearing raving reviews about the Red Clay Trail, a path where the locals opt to walk barefoot, and the idea of this unique adventure thrills you all. 

As the warm sun blankets the surroundings, you’re filled with excitement, eager to feel the earth beneath your feet.

You’ve checked the weather forecast, and the lingering warmth reassures you that the ground won’t be too chilly for a barefoot stroll. However, just to be on the safe side, you have your shoes to fall back on, like old friends, ready to accompany you on this new escapade.

As you reach the trailhead, a collective decision is made to embrace the Red Clay Trail fully. With a sense of anticipation in the air, you each remove your shoes and tuck them into your backpacks. The ground beneath your feet feels cool and slightly moist, a stark contrast to the warm, dry air around you.

The Red Clay Trail stretches out ahead like an earthy canvas, winding its way through the landscape for approximately 14 kilometers. Its subtle incline promises a manageable yet exciting journey, perfect for your adventurous group. The sensation of the smooth, red clay on your bare soles connects you intimately with the natural world, making each step a sensory delight.

Namjoon’s voice breaks the serenity, his words carried by the gentle rustle of leaves above. 

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” 

He remarks, his eyes fixed on the kaleidoscope of autumn hues adorning the trees. The forest surrounds you, a living canvas of vibrant reds, deep oranges, and golden yellows. The trail meanders through this tranquil oasis, providing an escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The soft crunch of earth and leaves underfoot harmonizes with the soothing symphony of nature. 

Here, amid the trees, you feel an intimate connection with the wild, a sensation that words can scarcely capture.

“Yeah,” you whisper, the word dissipating like a gentle sigh. 

You feel the warmth of Yoongi’s hand against yours, each touch a silent affirmation of your love. A soft breeze dances through the trees, carrying with it the earthy scent of the forest and the distant murmur of a hidden stream. You steal a glance at Yoongi, his eyes reflecting the same tranquility that envelops you both, and you share a tender smile that needs no words to convey your feelings.

“Daejeon has a lot more natural wonders in store for us over the next few days before we move on to our next destination,” Yoongi announces with a contagious enthusiasm that spreads through the group. Namjoon’s face lights up with excitement, mirroring the anticipation that buzzes through the air.

After completing the Red Clay Trail, you reach a station specially designed for washing your feet. The rich, terracotta-hued clay has left your feet with a warm, earthy tint. As the cool water cascades over your feet, you can’t help but relish the refreshing sensation, washing away both the clay and the fatigue from the satisfying hike.

In the early afternoon, you return to your idyllic campsite, still buzzing with the energy from your barefoot adventure along the Red Clay Trail. The golden rays of the sun cast dappled patterns through the swaying leaves overhead, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.

Yoongi has a special surprise in store. 

He’s orchestrated a delightful picnic date for just the two of you later. 

As you approach him, you catch a whiff of the mouthwatering scents that he is conjuring up on the campfire. Your heart flutters with excitement, knowing that a romantic evening awaits. Meanwhile, your friends, relaxed and content, choose to unwind in Holly or their tent, savoring their solitude amidst the serenity of nature.

The thought of this intimate picnic with Yoongi rejuvenates your spirits. 

It feels like ages since you’ve had a moment of seclusion with him, a precious interlude from the camaraderie of your friends. Not that you don’t cherish their company, but there’s a yearning for some uninterrupted time with your boyfriend, a space where your bond can flourish without any distractions. It’s a reminder that amidst the whirlwind of your shared adventures, the tender moments shared only between the two of you hold their own special place in your heart.

Yoongi’s culinary magic transforms the day’s catch into an array of delectable dishes that tantalize your taste buds. As the savory aroma of grilled fish and freshly prepared vegetables wafts through the air, your stomach rumbles with anticipation. 

With meticulous care, he portions out some of the scrumptious food into a separate container, knowing that your enjoyment is a top priority. Once the meal is ready, he carefully stashes the delicious provisions in his backpack. The clinking of water bottles adds a musical note to the ensemble, a harmonious promise of refreshment for the journey ahead. 

In your trusty backpack, you carefully tuck away a soft, oversized blanket, its vibrant colors a promise of comfort to come. You envision you and Yoongi snuggled together on it, surrounded by nature’s beauty. A sense of anticipation fills you, knowing that this intimate picnic is a cherished moment you’ve longed for. 

You also pack a set of reusable plates, utensils, and glasses, a conscious choice to minimize your ecological footprint. Each item clicks neatly into place, a symbol of your commitment to preserving the environment. 

As you zip up the bag, it’s as though you’re sealing in your love and dedication to both your partner and the world around you.

“Enjoy your picnic!” Hoseok’s cheerful voice carries through the crisp, open air as you and Yoongi stroll away, your fingers interlocked. His warm wishes resonate with the excitement that’s bubbling inside you. 

Turning to face your friends one last time, you raise your hand in a casual wave. The gentle breeze rustles your hair, and a sense of contentment washes over you. 

With a pleased smile tugging at your lips, you nudge Yoongi playfully, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. 

“So, where are we off to, my secret picnic planner?” 

You ask, feeling a delightful giddiness bubbling within.

Yoongi’s eyes gleam with excitement, and a mischievous grin plays on his lips as he reveals the surprise. “We’re heading to the Expo Bridge,” he says, his voice tinged with anticipation. “It’s supposed to be breathtaking at sunset and even more magical at night.” 

His gummy smile, so endearing, leaves you captivated by his enthusiasm, and you can’t help but admire his handsomeness.

As you arrive, the soft murmur of the river greets you, and the gentle breeze carries the promise of twilight. You meander along the riverbank path, the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. Soon, you stumble upon the perfect spot, a patch of grass bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun.

With the Expo Bridge casting long, picturesque shadows, you and Yoongi settle down on the blanket. The anticipation in the air is palpable, and as the sun begins its slow descent, you both sit in quiet awe, surrounded by the tranquil beauty of nature. The world seems to pause, just for the two of you.

“I missed spending time with you.” 

You confess, your voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the approaching evening. Nestling your head into the crook of Yoongi’s neck and shoulders, you feel a rush of warmth and contentment that transcends mere words. In this shared moment, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you, hearts beating in harmony.

His deep chuckle reverberates through your very being. “You spend time with me every day, babe,” he points out with a playful glint in his eyes, as if savoring this stolen moment just as much as you are.

“You know what I mean,” you tease, playfully swatting his chest. He winces in exaggerated pain, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes.

The view of the river and the Bridge is nothing short of mesmerizing. As you savor your homemade dinner, the sun gracefully dips behind the Bridge, painting the sky with fiery hues. It’s a moment of pure, breathtaking beauty that leaves you both in silent awe.

As the sun dips below the horizon, the world transforms. In the velvety darkness, the Expo Bridge comes to life, adorned with a radiant tapestry of colorful lights. Each beam and pillar dances with vibrant hues, casting a spell of enchantment over the river and everything in its embrace.

As the night falls, a celestial tapestry unfolds above. 

The first stars timidly emerge, punctuating the ink-black canvas of the sky. You and Yoongi remain nestled at your cozy picnic spot, fingers interlocked, gazing upward. The stars gradually multiply, each one a tiny beacon in the vast expanse, and their faint twinkle mirrors the sparkle in your eyes. Together, you share a quiet moment under the celestial canopy, lost in the magic of the night.

“It’s so beautiful.” 

You whisper, your voice barely audible in the hushed night. You lean closer into his comforting warmth, feeling the cool grass beneath you and the gentle breeze brushing your skin. The stars above, like diamonds scattered across a velvet curtain, create a celestial masterpiece that leaves you breathless. Yoongi’s hand in yours is a lifeline, grounding you in this moment of shared wonder and tranquility. In the silence, you both find solace, surrounded by the beauty of the night.

“I promise to take you stargazing again when we find ourselves in a smaller town.” 

He whispers, his warm breath brushing against your lips as he leans in for a tender kiss. The night is still, the stars like distant dreams, and his lips are soft and inviting. The kiss deepens, a silent vow of your shared affection. Your tongues entwine in a dance of passion, while the world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sweet sensation of being lost in each other.

As the sun casts its warm morning glow, you all gather around, knowing that today marks your final day in Daejeon. Namjoon’s eager anticipation for a forest adventure infects the group, and together, you set your sights on Jangtaesan Recreational Forest. 

As you enter the Jangtaesan Recreational Forest, you find yourself engulfed by a dense thicket of ginkgo trees and the majestic bald cypress. Towering above you, the leaves form a verdant canopy, dappling the forest floor with fragments of golden and green hues. 

The walking paths wind through this natural cathedral, offering you glimpses of serene beauty at every turn. Amidst the dense woodlands, you stumble upon a hidden gem – the botanical garden. As you step inside, a kaleidoscope of colors and fragrances envelops your senses. Lush flowers of every shade and shape compete for your attention.

As the forest’s tranquility envelops you, you find a cluster of weathered wooden benches, nestled beneath the ancient boughs of ginkgo trees. The air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of the woods and the distant rustling of leaves. 

You unpack your carefully prepared lunch, the tantalizing aroma of homemade sandwiches, fresh fruits, and savory snacks mingling in the forest air. The wooden bench supports your group as you gather, sharing laughter and stories amid the serene backdrop of nature. 

The forest, with its gentle rustling leaves and soft sunbeams filtering through the dense foliage, makes this impromptu picnic a memory worth cherishing.

Following your delightful forest picnic, you journey to the enchanting Ppuri Park. There, a tranquil river winds through the lush landscape, its sparkling waters inviting you to experience a unique adventure. The surroundings are a tapestry of vibrant greenery and wildflowers, a testament to nature’s beauty. 

Eager to immerse yourselves in this idyllic setting, you decide to rent a charming swan boat, its elegant form reflecting on the river’s surface.

As you set afloat on the gentle ripples of the river, the world slows down around you. The warm sun bathes you in a golden glow, and the melodies of nature serenade your journey. The act of pedaling the swan boat becomes a synchronized dance, and laughter spills from your lips as you glide through the clear waters. 

Namjoon takes the helm as the chief peddler, with Hoseok eagerly joining in. But his navigation skills leave much to be desired. 

Each stroke of the oar propels your swan boat towards the shore like a misguided sailor lost at sea. The inevitable collision with the shoreline has you all erupting in laughter, a chorus of mirthful echoes every time Namjoon expertly beaches your vessel.

As you find yourselves in fits of giggles, you witness the spectacle of Namjoon’s determined steering, creating an impromptu comedy of errors amidst the serene surroundings.

Amidst your laughter, Yoongi can’t help but tease Namjoon. 

“You don’t even have a fucking driver’s license! Why on earth are you the designated captain?”

His voice carries a feigned hint of irritation, but his laughter escapes despite his efforts to sound indignant.

Namjoon furrows his brow in mock exasperation, and he counters, “Hey! I was just trying to be helpful! And why in the world would I need a fucking license when I’ve got my trusty bike and no trouble getting around with that?” 

His voice carries a hint of mock irritation, but his eyes twinkle with good-natured amusement, and it’s evident to everyone that you’re all sharing a playful moment.

Grinning from the back of the swan boat, you chime in, “Well, at least the boat isn’t sinking, so I’m not complaining.” 

Your laughter ripples through the group as you all continue to enjoy the leisurely, albeit slightly zigzagging, ride along the river.

Namjoon turns his head with a dramatic, mock-angry expression and gives you a playful death stare. It’s met with a chorus of laughter from everyone else, who are all too familiar with Namjoon’s sometimes questionable navigation skills. After a moment, he cracks a grin and joins in the laughter, knowing that you’re absolutely right.

Seokjin’s laughter echoes across the tranquil river as he playfully scolds Namjoon, “Hey! Eyes on the water, captain!” 

His words come out between gasps for air, his cheeks flushed from laughter. The air is filled with pure, carefree joy, the swan boat drifting leisurely while the laughter carries over the glistening water.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the campsite, you and your friends gather around the picnic table, the remnants of a delicious meal prepared by Seokjin and Yoongi still lingering in the air. Laughter and chatter fill the fading light, and you can feel a slight chill in the evening breeze. 

With a sense of satisfaction from another memorable day, you begin the process of packing up Holly and the tent, making way for your next adventure in Nonsan. The sky transforms into a canvas of deep oranges and purples, setting the scene for the next chapter of your journey.

As you all pile into the van, the familiar scent of the interior welcomes you. Yoongi, sitting in the driver’s seat, turns toward you, his eyes reflecting the trust he has in you. His voice is laced with a hint of excitement as he asks, “Do you want to take the wheel?” 

You glance at Yoongi, your lips curling into a playful smile as you shake your head, “Nah, you know I can’t drive stick, even if my life depended on it.”

A chorus of snickers erupts from the back of the van as you roll your eyes and let out an embarrassed chuckle. 

“Alright, alright,” you concede, “I might need a stick-shift tutorial someday.” 

The laughter only intensifies, making your eyes roll playfully, finally realizing the comical truth in your words. 

“At least you do know how to drive Yoongi’s stick.” 

Seokjin’s cheeky comment earns a collective burst of laughter from the guys in the back, and you can’t help but chuckle too. 

But you can’t resist a playful scolding. Swiveling around in the passenger seat, you mockingly chide, “Oh, Jin, your dad joke game is weak today! Do I need to educate you on humor?” 

Your faux sternness cracks a smile on your face, and you add, “I guess age has dulled your wit, old man.” 

Yoongi’s voice suddenly cuts through the laughter, grabbing your attention. 

He turns to you with a soft smile, his hand gently resting on your thigh, creating a comforting and intimate connection. “I can teach you, babe,” he offers, his voice laced with anticipation.

“The drive to Nonsan isn’t that far.” Yoongi’s suggestion carries a subtle promise, his eyes gleaming with affection. 

You smile back and tenderly place your hand over his. “Thanks, Yoon,” you whisper, leaning closer to him as if sharing a secret. “But I’d prefer to learn when it’s just the two of us.” 

Your words carry a hint of playfulness, and you steal a glance at your laughing friends, as if savoring the prospect of some private time with Yoongi in the future. 

Yoongi nods, his understanding reflected in his warm gaze. 

With a swift turn of the key, the engine rumbles to life, its deep purr resonating through the van’s cabin. As he eases the gear shift into first, you feel a gentle lurch forward, the Holly beginning its journey to Nonsan. The hum of the tires on the road and the soft tunes playing on the radio create a comforting backdrop to your adventure. 

“We wouldn’t want to see you driving Yoongi’s stick anyway! Gross!” 

Seokjin bursts into laughter from the back, and his chuckles echo throughout the van. Namjoon and Hoseok join in, their amusement infectious, filling the space with camaraderie. 

“Stop that!” 

You hiss from the front, but they only erupt into more contagious laughter, filling the car with their infectious mirth as Yoongi expertly guides the vehicle towards Nonsan. You playfully roll your eyes, taking the teasing in stride, knowing it’s all in good fun.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you find yourselves in Nonsan, a town graced by the presence of a magnificent, sprawling lake. With an almost uncanny sense of serendipity, Yoongi guides Holly to a spot so perfect, it seems as though it was specifically destined for your arrival, offering an idyllic view of the tranquil waters.

Together, you embark on the ritual of unloading Holly and pitching the tent, a well-practiced choreography that binds your group in a seamless dance of cooperation. 

As the day’s adventures wane and the stars start their nightly waltz across the sky, you finally retreat to your beds, each bunk carrying the weight of countless stories and shared memories. As expected, the sleeping arrangements have shifted once again. This time, it’s Hoseok who has embraced change, taking over Namjoon’s spot in the cozy overhead bunk, a symbolic reminder that your journey is a dynamic tapestry of experiences, forever evolving and reshaping itself with each passing day.

Breakfast unfurls like a culinary encore from the previous night’s feast, savoring the flavors of yesterday’s dinner leftovers. Sated and energized, you embark on an impromptu morning adventure, a casual meandering around the tranquil lake’s shoreline. 

Serendipity leads you to a quaint lakeside shop, a hidden gem that not only rents canoes but promises an escape into the serene, uncharted waters of your day.

A unanimous yearning for another aquatic escapade courses through your group, a collective desire to embrace the watery playground once more. The only caveat: an unspoken consensus that Namjoon should relinquish the helm this time, sparking playful smirks and knowing glances, as you all share the inside joke that has swiftly become a cherished part of your adventure.

In perfect harmony, you and Yoongi become a seamless duo in your own canoe, a partnership forged by love and laughter. 

Meanwhile, the trio of Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin embark on their own watery adventure, forming a trio that mirrors the waves they traverse. As your paddles cut through the glistening waters, you venture beneath an arched bridge, your awe echoing under its stone frame. 

Nature’s grandeur envelops you, as the majestic mountains encircle the lake, their stately presence framing the horizon in breathtaking beauty.

With the day’s light gently surrendering to the allure of evening, you revel in the serenity of the lake, canoeing for precious hours that feel like stolen moments from a dream. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, your hearts still afloat, you return to the camp. Here, a sense of anticipation fills the air as you unearth your fishing gear, setting the stage for a quest to provide the evening’s sustenance. With the tranquil lake as your canvas, you venture out once more, hoping to lure tonight’s dinner from its depths, embracing the primal connection between mankind and the wilderness.

In the realm of angling, Seokjin emerges as an undisputed maestro, a virtuoso of the waters, coaxing the most bountiful haul of fish from their aquatic sanctuary. 

Yoongi, not to be outdone, threads the line of success, securing his own share of the underwater treasure trove. Hoseok, with his occasional triumphs, adds a playful dash of excitement to the experience. Meanwhile, for you and Namjoon, the elusive fish remains just out of reach, teasing your perseverance and leaving you both in awe of the piscine mysteries of the deep.

With the spoils of your fishing expedition cradled in your arms, you return to the camp, your bounty glistening in the fading light of day. A rustic, elemental ritual unfolds as you ignite a campfire, the dancing flames a beacon of warmth and companionship. 

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling fish and fresh vegetables fills the air, promising a delectable dinner that beckons each of you to participate in its creation. 

As the flames cast their warm, flickering glow over your campsite, you reach for some chilled beers, the cool bottles clinking together in anticipation. The air is charged with camaraderie as you lean in, drawn by the irresistible urge to share and connect. The night unfolds into a symphony of conversations, each sentence a new note in the soundtrack of your friendship.

In a moment both heartwarming and profound, Seokjin leans in, a quiet smile of contentment playing on his lips, and shares the news that his girlfriend is expecting. 

The revelation sweeps through your group like a gentle, joyful wave, and in an unspoken agreement, you raise your bottles in a collective toast to him. As the beer flows and laughter bubbles, Seokjin’s voice, a mix of anticipation and gratitude, fills the night air as he opens up about his dreams and hopes of becoming a loving father.

The flickering firelight lends an intimate atmosphere as Hoseok and Namjoon open up about the complexities of dating, their voices laced with hints of yearning and the search for genuine connection. 

Namjoon, with a touch of vulnerability, confides his desire to start a family, but the elusive specter of finding the perfect match looms large. In a light-hearted twist, an idea takes root, buoyed by shared laughter and friendship. 

“Why not let us help you find ‘the one’?” 

You suggest with a playful grin. The suggestion is met with genuine enthusiasm as Hoseok and Namjoon entertain the possibility of letting you and the others craft dating profiles that might just lead them to love.

Around the campfire, with the rustling of leaves and the crackling of the fire as background music, you all embark on a creative journey. 

Together, you weave the threads of their personalities, hopes, and dreams into the tapestry of these profiles, each word and image a brush stroke on the canvas of their future, a heartwarming moment of friendship, unity, and the promise of new beginnings.

With each profile completed, you can’t help but admire the humorous, charismatic, and genuine portrayals you’ve created. The group revels in the excitement, each profile a masterpiece that carries the potential to reshape lives and kindle new connections. 

As the final touches are made, there’s a sense of satisfaction, an unspoken wish that the men or women who reach out will be the missing puzzle pieces to complete their stories. Underneath it all, there’s a shared hope that love will blossom, and the profiles you’ve crafted with such zeal will set the stage for beautiful new chapters in their lives.

With the dawn of a new day, your group embarks on an enchanting adventure, drawn by the allure of a park nestled along the lake’s edge. The beauty that unfolds before you is so exquisite, it feels like you’ve stumbled upon a secret piece of heaven on Earth. 

Nature’s brushstrokes have adorned the landscape with a breathtaking display of oranges and golds, turning the trees into a mesmerizing tapestry of autumn.

Within this pristine sanctuary, a long wooden deck stretches out over the glistening waters, inviting you to embark on a tranquil journey. 

As you walk along this pathway to paradise, your senses are caressed by the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the lake and the soothing melody of rustling leaves. The world seems to slow down, allowing you to savor every moment as you gaze upon the lake’s tranquil expanse, soaking in the harmonious interplay of the surrounding nature. 

It’s a glimpse of serenity that words alone struggle to encapsulate, a slice of heaven on Earth that forever imprints itself on your hearts.

As you return to your campsite, the time to pack up Holly and the tent arrives, yet an unexpected hiccup emerges - the back doors to the van refuse to close. 

Yoongi takes charge, his focus unwavering as he delves into the mechanical intricacies of the situation. As he tinkers with tools and parts, your admiration for his dedication and the effortless grace with which he works and navigates the situation grows.

You can’t help but steal glances at him, the flickering campfire glow accentuating his silhouette, casting him as a tireless, handsome man, who is your loving boyfriend. Unbeknownst to you, the others exchange knowing glances, their eyes rolling playfully, recognizing the affectionate admiration dancing in your gaze.

As you roll into the charming town of Iksan, a soft patter of raindrops plays a whimsical welcome song on your vehicle’s roof. 

The heavens have decided to open up, and their tears have yet to relent. 

Undeterred by the weather’s capricious mood, you decide to make the most of this cozy, rain-kissed day. Inside your temporary haven, a chorus of laughter and excitement fills the air. 

With the rhythmic rainfall as your backdrop, the first day in Iksan transforms into a vibrant canvas for indoor adventures. You’re armed with an arsenal of board games, each a gateway to new realms of strategy and competition. As the day unfolds, Holly becomes an arena for friendly battles and strategic maneuvers, where the rain outside only amplifies the warm coziness within.

As the rhythmic raindrops continue their gentle dance, Namjoon seizes the opportunity to embrace the elements. 

He finds solace under the protective embrace of the marquee, where the sound of rain provides a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With a journal in hand, he delves into the sacred act of journaling, the nib of his pen etching moments, dreams, and reflections onto the paper. 

The rain, a benevolent muse, fuels his contemplation and inspires the flow of emotions that find expression on those pages. Each word becomes a testament to his inner journey, a snapshot of the thoughts and dreams that guide his path.

As the night deepens, the tantalizing aroma of a shared meal still lingers in the air, a testament to the culinary delights you’ve crafted together. With satisfied bellies and hearts, you all find yourselves drawn to the cozy haven of Holly, where the seats have been made into a bed.

Crammed together like puzzle pieces, you forge a circle of companionship, each nestled in your chosen spot. 

You sit in Yoongi’s lap and lean against his warm embrace as the rest of your friends sit beside you. The soft glow of the screen casts dancing shadows across your faces as you collectively indulge in the magic of cinema. The story onscreen weaves its own narrative, merging with the rain’s serenade, creating an enchanting duet of visuals and sound.

The next day, as the relentless rain paints the world in shades of gray, your group huddles together, wrestling with the age-old conundrum of what to do when the weather refuses to cooperate. 

Amidst the debate, Namjoon’s yearning for adventure, the kind that only a bike ride through nature can provide, shines through, his enthusiasm a beacon of hope amid the grayness.

Yet, the specter of the downpour dampens the spirits of the others. 

They hesitate, casting reluctant glances at the sheets of rain outside. 

In that moment, as the dilemma unfolds, your empathy and determination to see Namjoon’s pouty expression turn into a radiant smile take center stage.

With unwavering resolve, you step forward, your voice carrying a promise of camaraderie that cuts through the dreary drizzle. “I’ll join you,” you declare with a spirited grin. 

The rain, in your eyes, is not an obstacle but an invitation to a different kind of adventure, a chance to embrace the world in all its forms. Your decision not only sparks delight in Namjoon’s eyes but also a renewed sense of unity among your group, as the prospect of a wet but thrilling day in the embrace of nature beckons.

You and Namjoon, armed with yours and Yoongi’s bike, make your way through the damp streets of Iksan, where the rain has mercifully decided to ease its downpour. 

As the wheels of your bikes cut through the wet pavement, there’s a sense of liberation and anticipation in the air. Nature awaits, and you’re determined to explore it.

Pedaling through the town’s glistening streets, you and Namjoon venture further, and the world transforms as the bustling town gives way to the enchantment of a small park. 

Here, a hidden trail meanders through a lush forest, offering a promise of discovery. Guided by a shared curiosity, you and Namjoon immerse yourselves in the woodland’s secrets. The trail unfolds like a story, each turn a new chapter. 

With the keen eye of a naturalist, Namjoon points out various plants, birds, and small animals that come alive in the rain-kissed surroundings. 

As he scribbles their names and characteristics into his journal, the forest becomes not just a place of adventure but a living tapestry of exploration and knowledge.

The forest comes alive with each stroke of Namjoon’s pen and every delicate line he etches onto the pages of his journal. 

As you observe his sketches, you can’t help but be captivated. His drawings may be simple, but they’re imbued with a certain charm that transcends their inherent simplicity. There’s an elegance in the way he captures the essence of the plants, birds, and small animals, his words bringing life to the images, weaving a story of their existence in the wilderness.

With each observation noted and every sketch added, the pages of his journal become a canvas, painting a vivid portrait of the forest’s inhabitants. It’s a testament to the beauty of keen observation, the magic of storytelling, and the wonder of the natural world.

In this moment, Namjoon’s journal transforms into a treasury of cherished memories, where even the simplest of sketches evoke a sense of wonder and appreciation for the world around you.

As you navigate the trail again, the beauty of the forest casting its spell, a moment of quietude envelops you. 

The symphony of nature plays softly in the background, and you and Namjoon traverse the path together. 

Suddenly, his candid curiosity cuts through the silence, a question posed without hesitation, “This thing with Yoongi, is it serious, or just a fling?”

With a directness that you appreciate, he inquires about the nature of your relationship with Yoongi. His words hang in the air, a delicate inquiry that carries the weight of genuine interest. 

You take a moment, the question catching you slightly off guard, but your response is unwavering. With a glint of confidence and the assurance of sincerity, you answer, “It’s serious,” accompanied by a genuine, heartfelt smile that carries the warmth of your emotions.

“I’m just making sure, because I want to see both of you happy.” 

Namjoon’s caring words, delivered with a soft smile, resonate deeply within the forest’s serene ambiance. His genuine concern for your happiness is a testament to the bond you all share, a deeply valued friendship. 

“You know sometimes dating a friend can end in a mess,” his words are tinged with wisdom, a reminder that the path of love can be fraught with complexities, especially when friendship is at its core. 

With a nod, you acknowledge his wisdom and empathy, understanding the importance of ensuring both your happiness and the harmony of the group. His concerns echo the very thoughts that once danced through your own mind, the same doubts that once held you back from pursuing your feelings for Yoongi. 

The fear of jeopardizing a treasured friendship, or worse, fracturing the harmony of your close-knit group, were powerful enough to keep your emotions in check.

As you dwell on the intricacies of love and friendship, Namjoon’s words snap you back to the present, his voice a soothing balm to your contemplative thoughts. “But you both seem really happy,” his genuine concern for you and Yoongi fuels you with happiness, and your response carries the bright, unwavering notes of joy.

With a nod and a contented hum, you affirm, “We are.” 

The smile that follows seems to carry the weight of all the moments you and Yoongi have shared, the laughter, the connection, and the feelings that have woven a rich tapestry of love between you.

Your voice takes on a playful tone as you continue, “And I don’t think you should be worried about anything, Joon. Yoongi and I have had feelings for each other for such a long time.” 

A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye. Memories of the day when Yoongi revealed his reciprocated feelings flicker to the forefront of your mind, a milestone that you both cherish. In this moment, the rain-soaked forest bears witness to your assurance, trust, and the beauty of a love that has stood the test of time, ultimately becoming a beacon of happiness.

“That’s good. You make a great couple too.” 

Amidst the tranquil beauty of the forest, Namjoon’s words offer a comforting reassurance, a testament to his kindness and care. As he turns his attention to a small plant, his touch gently dislodges raindrops that glisten like diamonds in the verdant world around him.

Your heart swells with gratitude as you respond to his compliment, “Thank you, Joon. Thank you for looking out for us too,” your smile radiating appreciation and affection.

Crouching down beside Namjoon to study the delicate plant, a moment of intimacy unfolds between friends. 

It’s here, in the heart of nature’s tranquility, that you find the courage to speak your truth. With unwavering certainty, you confide, “To be honest, I’ve loved him for such a long time,” your voice sure and breathy, echoing through the forest like a secret shared with the universe.

Namjoon responds with a look of wonder and love, his eyes sparkling with a childlike innocence. 

He smiles, a smile that seems to capture the essence of your friendship and the deep bonds you share. In the soft-spoken exchange that follows, your heartfelt admission is met with a touch of magic, as Namjoon echoes the sentiments you’ve long held in your heart. 

“I think Yoongi loves you too,” he says, as the forest listens to the quiet affirmation of feelings, the raindrops bearing witness to the authenticity of your emotions.

On your last day in Iksan, a sense of serendipity graces your journey. The skies have finally shed their tears, gifting you with a reprieve from the relentless rain. With newfound enthusiasm, you decide to embrace this welcome change and make the most of the outdoors.

It’s a day that beckons to be cherished, a final chapter in your Iksan adventure. With the world bathed in sunlight once more, you opt for a day of laid-back outdoor activities. The freedom to roam without the hindrance of rain feels like a delightful liberation, and it’s an opportunity to savor the beauty of nature, framed by the backdrop of a town that has left an indelible mark on your hearts.

Hoseok, with his infectious enthusiasm, hatches a brilliant plan for the day. 

The idea dances through the air like a whisper of joy. After being confined by the rain for a few days, the prospect of learning some dance moves is as invigorating as a breath of fresh air.

It’s a notion brimming with promise, designed not just to stretch your legs and lift your spirits but to weave a little more magic into your journey. 

Hoseok knows that dancing is a universal language, a symphony of movement that transcends words and leaves behind a trail of smiles. In the sun-kissed embrace of Iksan, his idea becomes a captivating call to celebrate life, and it’s an invitation none of you can resist. 

Though dancing may not be your forte, there’s an undeniable magic that unfolds on this day. The atmosphere crackles with laughter and camaraderie as you, your friends, and your boyfriend, wade into the whimsical world of dance. Hoseok, the guiding light of this spirited endeavor, becomes a source of inspiration.

As Yoongi navigates the make-shift dance floor with a mix of rigid movements and unrestrained fun, your laughter echoes through the open air, filling the day with an infectious, buoyant energy. 

His willingness to step outside his comfort zone for the sake of shared joy is heartwarming. Meanwhile, your own dancing skills may not rival the professionals, but that’s beside the point. In the hands of Hoseok, who teaches with the patience and enthusiasm he offers his kids in his professional classes, every step becomes a chance to connect, to express, and to simply be in the moment.

The dance class evolves into a collage of smiles and laughter, a cherished memory that showcases the transformative power of friendship and love, and it’s a moment you’ll look back on with a fondness that defies any dance skill.

Hoseok’s talent for teaching becomes apparent as he effortlessly guides you through the dance moves, making even the most intricate steps seem simple. 

His movements are poetry in motion, a testament to his professional prowess. He moves with a grace that’s nothing short of mesmerizing, but the same can’t be said for the rest of you. 

Namjoon’s occasional missteps become a source of amusement, each one punctuated by laughter with each stumble he makes. 

Seokjin, on the other hand, adapts to the situation with spontaneous, modified moves that are equal parts humorous and easier to follow. The impromptu choreography shift only adds to the overall comedy of the situation. 

But Hoseok doesn’t mind the deviations or the occasional missteps. In fact, he revels in the joyful chaos that has unfolded. What matters most is that all of you are having the time of your lives, a symphony of laughter and shared experiences that binds you closer together. 

It’s a reminder that the most important thing about dancing isn’t the precision of the moves but the joy and camaraderie it fosters.

As Yoongi takes the wheel, your journey continues, leading you to the coastal city of Gunsan. 

The anticipation in the air is palpable, for this destination holds the promise of both the majestic ocean and the serene river. The weather, still carrying the lingering warmth of the season, offers the perfect opportunity for a dip, but there’s a hint of chilliness creeping into the days. 

You find yourself torn between the allure of the water and the knowledge that the days are growing colder. The thought of swimming lingers in your mind, though it’s not an idea that entirely compels you. Nevertheless, the view alone promises to be nothing short of extraordinary, a breathtaking vista that’s certain to etch itself into your memory. 

Gunsan, with its blend of nature and serenity, is a reminder that adventure doesn’t always require taking a plunge; sometimes, the beauty of the journey lies in the appreciation of the world’s wonders from the shore, where the dance of water and sky becomes a mesmerizing spectacle for the soul.

As the sun dips below the horizon, painting the world in shades of twilight, you arrive in Gunsan. Nightfall wraps the city in a cloak of mystery, adding an aura of enchantment. Yoongi, with his knack for finding hidden gems, parks Holly in a secluded forest, a tranquil oasis nestled by the river’s edge.

The group springs into action, unpacking the van with a sense of purpose and camaraderie. Working together, you transform the forest into a temporary home, setting up the tent and Holly that will cradle your dreams beneath the starry sky.

With the night sky beckoning, a shared desire emerges among all of you. The idea of stargazing becomes a collective yearning, and you gather with excitement, your gazes fixed on the celestial canvas above.

The moment unfolds in pure enchantment. Just as Yoongi had promised, the decision to escape the city lights has unlocked a hidden treasure. The night sky above you reveals its full splendor, every star a sparkling jewel in the celestial tapestry. The purity of this natural canvas takes your breath away.

Lying on a spread of blankets and pillows, the world around you fades into insignificance as you immerse yourself in the cosmic wonder. 

The absence of artificial city lights has unveiled a spectacle of stars so vast and brilliant that it feels as if you’ve been transported to another realm. Each twinkle above holds the promise of stories untold, their radiance capturing the essence of the universe itself.

The night becomes a shared voyage into the infinite, a journey through the constellations that are brought to life by your imagination. It’s a reminder that amidst the hustle and bustle of life, there exists a world of magic in the quiet embrace of nature, a sanctuary for your dreams and the whispers of the cosmos.

As you and Yoongi nestle side by side, sharing a cozy blanket under the resplendent stars, a unique sense of intimacy envelops you. 

He places a soft pillow beneath his head, and his strong chest, as steady as a rock, becomes your resting place. Your heads nestled close together, you find the perfect haven in each other’s presence. As you listen to the rhythmic symphony of his heart, each beat resonates like a soothing lullaby for your soul. 

His deodorant carries a gentle, minty scent, and it’s as if every breath you take is infused with the fragrance of comfort and home. With your head nestled against his neck, you lose yourself in the universe above. 

The stars twinkle like distant promises, but it’s the warmth of Yoongi’s embrace that grounds you in the present. 

In the forest, your friends find their own pockets of serenity, each carved out to soak in the ethereal beauty of the night sky. They sit together, not far from you and Yoongi, a constellation of shared appreciation, their faces aglow with the celestial spectacle above.

“Look!” 

Hoseok’s excited voice pierces through the tranquil night, his finger extending toward the vast canvas of the sky adorned with countless stars. 

Your gaze follows his pointing hand, and there it is—a solitary, shimmering shooting star, distinct from the others, as though it’s been placed there just for you. 

In that brief, electrifying moment, you lock eyes on the elusive star, its brilliance searing into your memory. It vanishes almost as swiftly as it appeared, but the fleeting glimpse is etched in your heart forever. The magic of the celestial moment washes over you, leaving you with a sense of wonder and connection to the universe, as though you’ve shared an intimate secret with the cosmos.

“It’s been such a long time since I saw a shooting star,” you whisper, the words as soft as the night itself, your breath tickling Yoongi’s ear. The connection between you and the universe feels alive at this moment. 

A low, contented hum escapes from Yoongi’s lips, a sound that encapsulates the warmth and satisfaction of the night’s enchantment.

In the tranquil aftermath of the shooting star’s fleeting visit, the world around you seems to hold its breath. The only sounds are the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft, rhythmic beating of Yoongi’s heart next to you, his breath a soothing serenade.

As your fingers entwine with his in the moon-kissed darkness, Yoongi’s voice, heavy with the drowsiness of the late hour, graces your ear. 

“What did you wish for, babe?”

He inquires, his question filled with a sense of intimacy and curiosity. His words draw you closer to him, forging a connection that transcends words.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, a delicate, melodic note in the night’s symphony. The question hangs in the air, laced with playful curiosity, and you respond with a hint of mischievousness. 

“I’m not gonna tell you, otherwise it won’t come true,” you say, your voice carrying the magic of unspoken dreams. With a hint of playful rebellion, you punctuate your response by sticking your tongue out, a gesture of pure spontaneity and a silent agreement between you and the cosmos. 

“What are you, a child?” 

Laughter, light as stardust, dances through the night as Yoongi teases you. His voice carries a playfulness that only deepens your affection for him, but beneath the surface, there’s an unmistakable shift. 

It’s as if the fleeting encounter with the shooting star has stirred something within him.

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi stirs, a silent promise of something more, and in the next heartbeat, he’s poised above you. His presence is magnetic, and he hovers over you with an intensity that’s as irresistible as the cosmos itself.

A charged pause hangs in the air, both of you acutely aware of your friends’ proximity. 

Despite the charged moment, a sense of exhilaration courses through you as Yoongi inches closer, his lips tantalizingly close to yours. His hot breath on your lips sends shivers down your spine, a testament to the electric connection that binds you, an unspoken invitation to share the deepest of secrets, even amidst the watchful gaze of the stars and your friends.

“Hey, manners please.” 

The sudden interjection from Seokjin startles the serene night, his playful admonishment cutting through the charged moment. Your face flushes bright red, at the unexpected interruption. Thankfully, only Yoongi has a front-row view of your flustered reaction.

Seokjin’s reminder feels like a burst of cold water, a humorous jolt that shatters the intense atmosphere that had been building. The embarrassment, however, only lingers for a moment before it’s replaced by a sense of shared laughter among your friends.

Yoongi, unflustered by the unexpected pause, gracefully retreats to his original spot, sitting up instead of lying down. It’s a return to the tranquility of the night, but the air remains subtly charged, a silent promise of secrets and passion that lingers, just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to ignite.

With a chuckle, Yoongi breaks the silence, his words carrying the soft melody of understanding and a touch of mischief. 

“Sorry,” he says, the word an unspoken bridge back to the lightheartedness that has characterized your journey.

He offers a hand to help you up, and together, you shift into a comfortable sitting position beside him. His body radiates warmth and strength, and as you lean against him, a sense of serenity envelops you both. 

Wrapping yourselves in the same blanket as before, you cocoon yourselves in the shared embrace, the world fading away as you find solace in each other’s presence. In the serene embrace of the night and Yoongi’s comforting presence, you find it remarkably easy to slip away into the moments you share. 

The world beyond seems to dissolve, rendered irrelevant and distant. With him, you lose yourself in the delicate dance of intimacy and love, and the lines between reality and dreams blur.

Your awareness deepens, and the longing for the touch of his body becomes palpable. It’s a yearning that has been held at bay, a silent sacrifice in the company of friends who share your journey. 

The knowledge that your affections for each other have been restrained by circumstance and the presence of others stirs a mixture of desire and frustration. You’re acutely aware of the close quarters, the confined spaces of the van, and the desire for intimacy with Yoongi that remains unfulfilled. 

A cascade of raunchy thoughts flashes before your eyes, a vivid reminder of the passion that simmers beneath the surface. The fiery blush that paints your cheeks reveals the depth of your desire, as well as the vulnerability and yearning that have woven themselves into the fabric of your journey together.

That night, the irresistible pull of desire and longing makes it especially challenging to surrender to the embrace of sleep beside Yoongi. 

A whirlwind of desires, both yours and his, dances through your thoughts, the yearning palpable in every heartbeat. The passion between you simmers, fueling a thousand unspoken fantasies.

Yet, the awareness that Seokjin slumbers in the overhead bunk, just a whisper’s distance away, forces you to temper your desires. 

Your bond of friendship runs deep, and you would never entertain the idea of crossing that line while one of your friends rests nearby. The code of respect and propriety holds sway, even in the throes of your powerful attraction. 

As the night stretches on, you’re left to grapple with your desires in the silence and darkness, the longing as intense as the shimmering stars above, yet restrained by the unwavering commitment to preserving the sanctity of your friendships.

The next morning, you awaken with the weight of a headache pressing against your temples, a physical manifestation of the restlessness that plagued your sleep. 

The sour mood that has settled in your heart colors your every thought and movement, casting a shadow over the new day. You can’t help but wonder if your friends and Yoongi notice the shift in your demeanor, a ripple of discomfort that threatens to disrupt the tranquility of your journey. 

Their silence speaks volumes, an unspoken acknowledgment of your turmoil, yet they choose to tread lightly, offering no comments or questions.

Seokjin takes charge of the morning, preparing a hearty breakfast for everyone. The aroma of sizzling food wafts through the air, and the sight of the meal being lovingly crafted has a soothing effect on your mood.

As you all gather around to share in this simple yet comforting feast, the cloud of your discontentment starts to lift, if only slightly. The taste of the food on your tongue offers a momentary respite from the lingering headache, like a gentle balm for your soul. While the discomfort still lingers, the shared meal becomes a reminder of the support and care that surrounds you, the warmth of friendship and love that can mend even the toughest of mornings.

The prospect of the day ahead fills the air with anticipation and excitement. 

Today, the adventure calls for a thrilling ascent, and you’ve all eagerly committed to rock climbing. 

Your group sets out; the anticipation building with each passing mile, leading you to a park that hides a thrilling secret – an outdoor climbing area. The walls of rock formations stand like miniature mountains, their rugged façades offering an irresistible challenge. The park is a testament to the raw beauty of nature and the human spirit’s desire to conquer it. 

As you stand before these mighty walls, the atmosphere is electric with adventure, the promise of a day filled with courage, triumph, and the thrill of reaching new heights.

Dressed in your climbing gear, you and your friends disperse among the various walls, each one representing a unique and thrilling challenge. 

However, you choose to stick closely to Yoongi’s side, your unwavering anchor in this adventure. While the allure of the rocks beckons you, you’re aware of your own inexperience in climbing. Yoongi’s presence offers both comfort and reassurance. With his prior experience in rock climbing, he has pledged to be your guide and mentor through this thrilling journey. 

His promise to teach you speaks volumes about his dedication, and his presence, like a steady rock face in itself, ensures you feel secure and protected amidst the towering challenges that surround you.

You find yourself drawn to the adventurous spirit of Hoseok and Seokjin, their agile moves on the rocks like a dance with the mountain itself. Their rapid ascent is a testament to their natural affinity for the sport, and their fluid progress up the challenging terrain is nothing short of inspiring. 

As you scan the landscape, your eyes briefly pass over Namjoon, and you can’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. His adventurous spirit often leads to unpredictable outcomes, and a part of you worries about the comical mishaps that might accompany his climb.

Beside you, Yoongi’s steadfast presence anchors you to the experience. While you may hesitate to look at Namjoon, you’re unshaken in your resolve to conquer the challenge with the guidance and support of your trusted boyfriend.

Gratitude surges through you as you remember the reassuring presence of the safety harness. It’s a lifeline, an assurance that even in the face of a fall, you won’t plummet to the ground but instead dangle in mid-air, suspended like a marionette. The harness offers you a sense of security, allowing you to embrace the challenge with determination, safe in the knowledge that the ground isn’t your only destination.

Yoongi, climbing ahead of you, becomes your guide. 

The view you have of him, with his lean, taut physique adorned in skin-tight black leggings, sends a shot of arousal through your body. His movements are both graceful and powerful, an embodiment of the confidence and strength that propel him up the rocky incline. 

Determination fuels your every move as you strive to stay focused on the ascent, keeping your eyes fixed firmly ahead (on Yoongi’s ass) rather than glancing down at the precarious footholds. 

In hindsight, it seemed like the right decision, but at this moment, it proves otherwise.

Without warning, your confidence wavers, and you lose your footing, your grip on the rock slipping from your fingers. 

A gasp escapes your lips as you stumble, the world spinning in a blur of confusion and anxiety.

“Are you okay, babe?” 

From above, Yoongi’s voice pierces through your disorientation, dripping with concern. His gaze, heavy with worry, locks onto you as he begins a swift descent, determined to reach you in your moment of need.

With Yoongi hovering above you, his eyes filled with concern, you muster a meek but reassuring response. 

“Yeah, I just lost my footing,” you admit, your voice carrying a hint of relief that you managed to regain your balance in time, preventing an unsettling freefall.

“You have to stay focused.” 

Yoongi emphasizes, his words a gentle but firm reminder that success in climbing, like in many aspects of life, relies on unwavering concentration. 

With his advice echoing in your mind, he swiftly leaps back into the open air, the descent a fluid and graceful motion. As you begin the descent with careful, measured steps, a sense of vulnerability lingers, and you can’t help but express your frustration. 

“That’s easy for you to say,” you mutter in a low voice, a touch of melancholy coloring your words. Damn his fine ass for making you lose your focus. 

The challenge of descending, unlike Yoongi’s smooth motion, weighs heavily on your mind. You go down slowly, because you’re afraid to propel down the way that Yoongi just did. Although you have to admit it looked really badass.

Gathering your group together for a well-deserved lunch amidst the rock climbing park, you create a space for friendship and new experiences. 

As you break bread together, the atmosphere is charged with a blend of laughter, tales of triumphs and near-misses, and the satisfying feeling of a well-earned meal.

With renewed energy, you set out to conquer more heights after lunch, the challenge invigorating your spirits.

Namjoon’s desire for a respite from the climbing adventure leads him to a bench, where he assumes the role of an avid spectator, content to watch the rest of the group in action. As he observes your collective efforts, a mixture of admiration and relaxation washes over him, providing a different perspective on the climbing adventure.

As a united front, the four of you decide to embark on a challenging ascent, setting your sights on the tallest wall within the park. 

With determination etched into your expressions, you don your climbing gear and secure your harnesses, each buckle serving as a reminder of the trust you place in your companions.

Hoseok and Seokjin, the nimble and quick learners, quickly take the lead, forging ahead with confidence. Their synchrony is an inspiring display of teamwork and shared goals.

Behind, Yoongi remains steadfastly by your side, his commitment unwavering. 

He offers you both guidance and reassurance, saying that he will stay behind you, so he can help you should you need it.

With each step, your movements are marked by an initial sense of uncertainty, as you steadily ascend the imposing wall. The feeling of vulnerability is undeniable, but the knowledge that Yoongi is right there, closely following your every move, serves as an anchor for your courage. 

Also, then he can’t distract you with his handsome ass.

You’ve conquered over half of the wall, your heart pounding with both exhaustion and exhilaration, when, suddenly, you feel the unsettling sensation of your foot slipping from its hold. 

In a heart-stopping moment, your body begins to slide down the rock face, your heart leaping into your throat. 

The world blurs around you as adrenaline courses through your veins. It’s a pivotal moment, a test of your resolve, a reminder of the unpredictability of adventure. 

Your fellow climbers above and below look on, their expressions a mix of concern and readiness to act.

You don’t plummet for long; in a heart-stopping instant, a warm, reassuring hand makes contact with your ass, anchoring you to the rock face. 

As you glance downward in astonishment, your eyes meet Yoongi’s, his features adorned with a playful, knowing smirk. He supports you effortlessly with a single hand, a testament to both his strength and his unwavering dedication to your safety. 

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you suspended in that remarkable instant, hearts pounding in unison.

“Thanks, Yoon,” you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude and perhaps a hint of something more. 

As you attempt to regain your footing, you’re acutely aware of the way Yoongi’s hand lingers on your lower ass. His touch is both tantalizing and comforting, the warmth of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. 

But then, in a heartbeat, his touch becomes electrifying. 

His fingers inch dangerously close to your pussy which makes your thoughts spin out of control. 

Your mind races, your fantasies dancing on the precipice of desire. You can’t help but envision his long and slender fingers making their way into your tight walls, the sensation of his touch sending a wildfire of sensation through your core. Fuck, no!

In an instant, your world becomes a whirlwind of sensations, a wave of heat and wetness rushing through your body, your desires laid bare. The challenge of the climb takes a backseat to the internal tempest that rages within you, leaving you breathless and yearning for something more, a yearning that leaves you trembling in both fear and longing.

Flustered and torn between desire and the awareness of your surroundings, you find yourself trapped in a maelstrom of emotions. 

The longing for Yoongi’s touch is undeniable, but the thrill of such an intimate moment in a public place leaves you electrified with frustration. 

Anger surges through you like a jolt of electricity, a tempest of pent-up desire and yearning. You wish fervently for a more private setting, where you and Yoongi could explore these desires without restraint. The confines of the outdoor terrain, with your friends nearby, become a cage that threatens to stifle your yearning.

“Fuck!” 

In a moment of sheer exasperation, you can’t contain your emotions any longer. With a burst of frustration, you release a vehement, unfiltered expletive into the air. The word hangs in the atmosphere, a raw expression of your desires and the turmoil they create. 

Your vehement outburst slices through the serenity of the climbing park like a lightning bolt, drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity. The startled glances of your friends and fellow climbers weigh heavily on you, their curiosity palpable. In this moment, you’d give anything to have the earth open up beneath you and swallow you whole.

The sensation of all eyes on you, especially those of your friends, feels like an inescapable spotlight, casting you as the center of attention in this highly unexpected and intimate moment. 

The desire to retreat into anonymity, to fade into the background, becomes overwhelming, a longing to be anywhere but the epicenter of this newfound tension.

“Babe, just relax and find your footing again.” 

Yoongi’s voice washes over you, a soothing balm in the midst of chaos. His words are imbued with understanding and encouragement, an anchor amidst the storm of emotions that swirl within you. 

As if to emphasize his support, he offers a gentle, loving squeeze to your ass, a playful gesture that elicits a startled jolt and a soft hiss from your lips.

Namjoon swiftly rises from his bench, concern etched across his face. He raises his voice to reach you amidst the climbing park’s echoing atmosphere, calling out in earnest, “Are you okay?”

Hoseok and Seokjin, quick to react with genuine concern, echo Namjoon’s words and actions. 

Their voices, laced with worry, carry through the climbing park as they call out to you, asking if you’re okay. In a united display of solidarity, they, too, begin the descent, their expressions etched with a desire to lend a helping hand.

The embarrassment washes over you in a relentless wave, as you grapple with the intensity of your desire and the stark contrast of your surroundings. 

Your friends, ever supportive and caring, are within arm’s reach, their genuine concern a reminder of the safe space you’ve built within your group.

Yet, the turmoil within you rages unabated. 

Your inner desires, fueled by Yoongi’s touch on your ass, take on a life of their own, a tempestuous whirlwind of longing and lust. In the midst of your friends’ care and the heightened emotions, you grapple with the unshakable, illicit images that captivate your mind. 

Oh, what you’d do to feel Yoongi’s fingers deep inside your pussy. The shame that tinges your thoughts only serves to intensify your arousal, as if your very embarrassment becomes a magnet, drawing you deeper into the maelstrom of desire. 

“She’s fine, I’ve got her.” 

Yoongi���s steady, reassuring voice cuts through the tension that hangs in the air. 

His words are a balm to the concerns of your friends, a testament to the unwavering trust and intimacy that exists between you two. The implicit understanding that he can provide the support you need in this moment speaks volumes about the deep connection you share. 

As he affirms that he has you in his capable hands, it’s a reminder of the inherent trust and confidence that your friends place in him, and in the strength of your relationship. 

“Yeah, we can see that,” Hoseok chuckles, his laughter echoing through the climbing park as he and Seokjin descend past you and Yoongi. 

The desire to fade into obscurity lingers within you, a persistent wish to escape the attention and the complexities of the moment. 

However, an undeniable awareness simmers beneath the surface, a heightened sensitivity to the sticky, intimate sensations that have manifested between your legs. You can’t help but wonder if Yoongi, positioned just outside your leggings, is aware of the wetness that has soaked through the fabric, a silent testament to the unrestrained desires that swirl within you.

“Babe, I’ll climb up to you and hook you onto my harness, okay? Then we can descend together.” 

Yoongi’s voice is a soothing reassurance, a promise that he’ll guide you through this challenging moment. With tenderness, he releases his hold on your ass, shifting his attention to carefully securing your safety. 

His actions reflect the depth of his care as he takes one of your feet and places it on a handle, expertly ascending to your side. In his movements, there’s a display of both confidence and affection, an unwavering commitment to ensuring your well-being in this physically and emotionally challenging situation.

“Hi, babe, you’re doing good.” 

Yoongi’s soothing words caress your ears, his soft smile a gentle reassurance. His kiss, brief and tender, lands on your cheek, a gesture that speaks volumes about his affection and support. 

As he goes about securing your safety, his actions are a testament to his competence and care. With precision, he manipulates the harness, expertly unlocking his own and transferring it to your belt. 

The click of the buckle resounds as he locks it in place, ensuring the snug fit of both your harnesses. He tugs gently to test the security of the connection, and the reassuring solidity of the link reinforces the trust that underpins your relationship.

“We’re gliding down now, okay?” 

Yoongi’s voice is a gentle query, his eyes seeking yours for permission to guide you through the descent. In that moment, the connection between you and him is palpable, a silent understanding that transcends words. 

With a grateful nod, you grant your approval, knowing that you can rely on Yoongi to take control and ensure your safety in this situation.

The descent is remarkably smooth, and you find solace by pressing your body closer to Yoongi’s for added assurance and support. 

His warm chuckle washes over you, a testament to his unwavering calm in this challenging moment. But, as you draw nearer to him, the soft, unmistakable pressure of his arousal becomes evident against your ass and core. 

A smile of understanding graces your lips, knowing that you’re not alone in the intensity of your desire. The shared arousal between you and Yoongi becomes a compelling testament to the magnetic pull that binds you two together, even in the midst of challenging circumstances. 

As you finally reach the ground, Yoongi takes a moment to catch his breath, his deep inhalations and exhalations a testament to his efforts to regain composure. 

You’re acutely aware of the gradual softening of his arousal with each calming breath, a silent display of his remarkable self-control. His ability to manage his body’s responses leaves you in awe, a proof to his strength and presence of mind. 

In those moments, both of you focus on calming the intense sensations that had arisen during your climb. With a shared, knowing look, you acknowledge the simmering desire between you, hoping for a moment alone later to explore the powerful attraction that binds you. 

Seeking a change of pace after the adventurous escapade, you find yourselves in a lively karaoke bar. 

You’ve reserved a private room, where the anticipation for an evening of fun and music electrifies the air. As you wait for your favorite tunes to fill the space, you’ve also placed an order for delicious food to be delivered, ensuring that the night promises not just melody but mouthwatering delights. 

The atmosphere is electric, the room buzzing with excitement, as you and your friends prepare to unleash your inner divas and rock stars on the microphone. 

A sense of wistfulness washes over you as you can’t help but think about how much Jungkook would have cherished this moment. His absence hangs in the air, a reminder of the camaraderie and joy he would have brought to the karaoke session. 

In his honor, you decide to capture as many pictures and videos as possible, intending to share them in the group chat later.

With each passing song, the energy in the room soars. 

You and your friends take turns at the microphone, each performance a chance to showcase your vocal talents or just let loose and have fun. As the music fills the room, the rest of the group settles in with delicious food and cold beers. 

Amidst the laughter and music, a tantalizing undercurrent of desire weaves its way through the room. As you and Yoongi take turns at the microphone, your stolen glances carry a charge of electricity, sparking a sizzling connection that heightens the sexual tension between you to an all-time high.

Back at the camp, the night sky stretches above you, a tranquil backdrop to your shared experiences. 

In the quietude of the outdoors, you take a moment to send the pictures and videos of the karaoke night to Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. As expected, Jungkook’s response echoes a sense of longing, and it’s evident he wishes he could have been there. In response, you make a heartfelt promise to Jungkook, reaffirming the unbreakable bond that connects all of you. 

You vow that once you return home, you’ll recreate the magic of the karaoke night, ensuring that he’s at the center of the fun and music. 

As the night envelops the camp, you surrender to the soothing embrace of Yoongi. 

His arms, strong and reassuring, cradle you with a sense of security that transcends the physical. The rugged contours of his body, so intimately familiar, become your sanctuary in the wilderness. The gentle cadence of his heartbeat, a symphony of love and contentment, serves as your lullaby, its rhythm guiding you into the embrace of slumber. 

In this moment, the melding of two souls under the starry sky transforms into a poignant and evocative image, encapsulating the essence of your profound connection.

The next day, the allure of the city beckons, and you and your friends set out on a leisurely stroll. 

The city unfolds before you, a tapestry of vivid experiences waiting to be explored. As you wander, you’re greeted by the vast expanse of the ocean, its waves whispering tales of distant adventures. 

The city’s streets, lined with charming boutiques and vibrant markets, invite you to partake in retail discoveries. Amidst your exploration, you chance upon a quaint restaurant, its enticing aroma promising a culinary adventure later in the evening. 

As you walk through the shops, you’re drawn to a boutique, its elegant window display showcasing a stunning baby blue mini dress. The dress beckons to you, promising an evening of sophistication and style. With a hint of excitement, you decide to make it yours, envisioning the way it will grace your figure. 

But the enchantment doesn’t end there. 

Your shopping spree takes an unexpected turn as you uncover a pair of exquisite heels tucked away in a charming second-hand shop. These pre-loved gems, with their timeless allure, resonate with your sense of individuality and sustainable fashion. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow, you prepare for the evening ahead. With a deft touch, you apply a delicate layer of makeup that accentuates your natural beauty. 

The baby blue mini dress drapes gracefully over your frame, accentuating your elegance. Your choice of heels, while a statement of style, already hints at potential discomfort. As you emerge from Holly, bathed in an aura of confidence, your heart quickens at Yoongi’s appreciative gaze. 

His eyes wander over you, an admiring hunger in his gaze, and his lips curl into a tender, affectionate smile. 

With his hand outstretched, he intertwines his fingers with yours, marking the beginning of a memorable evening. 

Walking hand in hand, your friends alongside, you reenter the city, the rhythmic click of your heels resonating with the anticipatory excitement coursing through you.

You arrive at the restaurant, an opulent sanctuary of culinary delights. The host guides you to a spacious table thoughtfully arranged to accommodate your entire party. 

As you take your seat, a sense of anticipation and camaraderie fills the air, the promise of a memorable evening echoing in the ambiance.

You find yourself seated directly across from Yoongi, his presence casting a magnetic pull that draws your attention. Namjoon and Seokjin occupy the seats on either side of you, forming a symphony of conversations and laughter. By Yoongi’s side, Hoseok adds a touch of his signature charm and energy to your gathering. 

Perusing the menu, you’re met with a symphony of tantalizing options that dance before your eyes. As you deliberate over the culinary possibilities, your senses come alive with the vivid descriptions and delectable choices. 

The evening holds the promise of an extraordinary dining experience, and you’re eager to make the most of it.

When the time comes to place your orders, each selection is a careful deliberation, a snapshot of individual tastes and preferences. As the orders are relayed to the attentive waitstaff, the anticipation builds, filling the space with the sweet fragrance of delectable expectations.

The drinks arrive with a gentle clinking of glasses, the condensation gleaming like droplets of anticipation. The water sparkles in crystal-clear goblets, the Sprite for Hoseok beckoning with effervescent charm. As the waitstaff departs, leaving behind the freshly served beverages, you all raise your glasses for a silent toast to the adventures you’ve shared so far.

With the first sips, a refreshing cascade of flavors invigorates your senses, setting the stage for the delightful meal yet to come. The conversations around the table take on a vibrant energy, as you reflect on the cherished moments of the journey. 

The laughter and stories weave a tapestry of camaraderie, binding you all together in the warmth of your friendship. Each mention of your adventures and experiences carries a sense of nostalgia, turning mere words into vivid recollections that breathe life into the evening.

Seokjin’s curious eyes lock onto yours, a playful glint in his gaze as he inquires about the part of the trip when it was just you and Yoongi. You feel a warm blush creep onto your cheeks as you recall those intimate moments. 

With a smile, you begin to recount your adventures. “Well, Yoongi and I spent those days hiking through the breathtaking wilderness, looking at beautiful forests and winding mountain trails. The landscapes were like something out of a dream.”

You can see Seokjin’s interest piqued, his curiosity driving him to hang onto your every word. “We also visited Yoongi’s family,” you continued. “His childhood home was so cozy, filled with laughter and stories from his past. It felt like I was getting to know a whole new side of him.” 

Seokjin’s expressions soften, and he nods in understanding. “That sounds lovely. But I also remember something about Holly in the group chat?” 

A chuckle escapes your lips as you remember the mechanical hiccup during the journey. “Oh, yeah, there was a little hiccup with Holly, but Yoongi, being the genius he is, managed to fix it. His determination and quick thinking never cease to amaze me.”

As you speak, Seokjin’s eyes reveal a mixture of emotions; a hint of admiration, and joy. 

The memory of those days held a special place in your heart, and it was clear that Seokjin and the others, too, found this glimpse into your journey captivating.

As Seokjin’s question lingers in the air, you can’t help but feel a warm blush creeping up your cheeks. Memories of intimate moments with Yoongi floods your mind, and you briefly avert your gaze, heart racing. 

You know there is more to this story than you are willing to share, but the vivid recollection of Yoongi’s loving and caring gestures can’t be concealed. A soft smile plays on your lips as you think about the times Yoongi had gone above and beyond to make you feel cherished. 

You reminisce about the moments when he surprised you with comfort snacks and pain medication during the most uncomfortable days of your period. It was his unspoken way of saying, ‘I’m here for you, always.’

You decide not to reveal this last part to Seokjin, but your cheeks flare a deeper shade of red. 

Your gaze met Yoongi’s, and a playful smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. His eyes hold a knowing twinkle as he gently brushes his feet against yours under the table, a secret connection between the two of you that is both tender and charged with unspoken desire. 

Yoongi’s feet playfully retreat, and the anticipation for the meal grows as you all exchange excited glances. 

The waitstaff finally arrives, expertly balancing trays filled with an array of tantalizing dishes. The aroma of the food fills the air, a delicious symphony that makes your mouth water. As the dishes are placed before you, a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ fill the restaurant. 

Succulent dishes glisten under the soft lighting, and you can’t help but marvel at the artistry of the chef. Glasses clink as you all raise them in a toast, and the meal commenced. The room is soon filled with the delightful sounds of cutlery meeting plates, the muted conversations of your group, and the occasional burst of laughter.

In between bites, you find yourself lost in the stories and anecdotes that flow around the table. Each dish seems to evoke a memory or a shared experience, and the connection between you all deepens with every passing moment. 

Playful banter and meaningful glances are exchanged, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie.

A comfortable silence has settled in, each of you lost in your own thoughts, until Namjoon suddenly breaks the quietude.

“I got a response from my dating profile.” 

Namjoon announces, a hint of excitement in his voice. As he continues to speak, he punctuates his words with bites of food. His revelation drew everyone’s attention, and smiles of interest played on their lips.

Seokjin, always the nurturing one, leans in, his eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of playfulness. “Well, don’t leave us hanging, Namjoon. Tell us more.”

Yoongi, never one to mince his words, chimes in with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, did you impress her with your knowledge of the universe?”

Amused, you exchange knowing glances with your friends, intrigued to hear the details. “That’s great!” 

You can’t contain your excitement as your eyes lit up, and a genuine smile spread across your face. It’s clear that Namjoon’s news has brightened your mood considerably.

With a sense of camaraderie and shared joy, you playfully nudge Namjoon’s arm, a friendly gesture that conveys both your happiness for him and your close bond. He chuckles in response, the warmth of your support not lost on him. 

As you look into Namjoon’s eyes, a silent understanding passes between you. Your friendship was built on moments like these, celebrating each other’s victories and providing unwavering support in times of happiness and doubt. 

Namjoon’s request catches you by surprise, and a subtle hint of nervousness in his voice doesn’t escape your notice. He reaches into his pocket, producing his phone and opening the dating app, a mix of curiosity and anxiety dancing in his eyes. 

He hesitates for a moment, his phone hovering between you, before he finally hands it over. 

“Actually, would you mind taking a look at our chat?” Namjoon’s voice holds a hint of vulnerability. “And her profile, I just want to be sure she’s worth talking to or not.”

You nod and cast a stern look at Namjoon. 

“I’m not going to see anything inappropriate in your chat, am I?” 

Your voice holds a firm tone as you peer at his phone. 

The last thing you want is to stumble upon explicit content in a conversation involving your friend or some random woman. 

Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly shakes his head, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “No, no, nothing like that. I promise, it’s all just regular conversation.” 

Relief washes over you as you examine the chat on his phone, glad that your friend respects your boundaries and concerns. The exchange is a reminder of the trust and mutual understanding that underlined your friendship. 

Namjoon’s words had indeed been true. 

The messages are filled with genuine exchanges, and both he and the woman seem genuinely sweet. You can’t help but smile as you read about their shared interests, particularly in Namjoon’s journaling and the small poems he had shared. 

It’s a rare find in the world of dating apps, where most encounters seem to revolve around fleeting connections.

The experience is a stark contrast to your own previous encounters, where it often felt like people were only after one-night stands.

As you hand the phone back to Namjoon, you can’t help but feel genuinely happy for him. 

The chat revealed a sweet and authentic connection that holds the promise of something more meaningful. It’s a moment of celebration, not just for Namjoon but for the belief that true connections can be found in unexpected places.

“She seems really sweet and kind, Namjoon.” 

You remark with a warm smile, your eyes reflecting genuine happiness for your friend. 

As you hand his phone back, you continue to enjoy the food on your plate, the flavors providing a comforting backdrop to your conversation. 

“I think you should invite her out. It seems like she’d appreciate that,” you add with a hint of encouragement.

Namjoon’s eyes lit up at your words, and a sense of gratitude washes over him. “Thank you,” he says earnestly, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and excitement. “I’ll try and text her.”

As you sit with your friends, the warm ambiance of the restaurant enveloping you, your mind drifts back to the unforgettable dinner date you had with Yoongi at his parents’ restaurant. 

The memories flood your thoughts, and you can’t help but feel your heartbeat quicken as you revisit the cherished moments. The restaurant’s interior, bathed in soft, golden light, had provided the perfect backdrop for the intimate evening that night. The enticing aroma of the dishes, prepared with love and expertise, had filled the air. You recall the exquisite taste of the food, the subtle blend of flavors that made every bite a culinary delight. The fond memories of that night had lingered in your heart. You remembered the way Yoongi’s eyes had sparkled as he spoke about his family’s history with the restaurant, and how his smile had warmed your soul. The laughter, the heartfelt conversations, and the way he held your hand under the table – all these moments had etched themselves into your memory.

As you return to the present moment, the memories of that dinner date have left an indelible mark on your heart. 

The palpable emotions from that special night, your love for Yoongi, and the sense of gratitude for the experiences you shared with him and your friends have all left you with a warm and contented feeling.

As the evening’s warmth envelops you, a playful urge stirs within you. 

Your feet begins a slow, deliberate search for Yoongi, an unspoken desire to reciprocate the tenderness he had shown earlier. 

You yearn to caress his feet in return, to create an intimate connection that transcends words. With careful and teasing movements, you trace your feet along Yoongi’s legs, your touch a gentle dance across his shins. It’s an act filled with longing, a silent conversation that speaks of affection and desire. 

“You know that’s my leg, right?” Hoseok beams at you, laughter dancing in his eyes as he points out your mistake. 

Your mouth gapes in surprise, and your face betrays your embarrassment as you realize what you have just done. 

“Shit, sorry,” you mutter, your cheeks flushing in chagrin, and you quickly withdraw your leg as though it had been scorched.

Hoseok’s laughter fills the air, a warm and infectious sound that echoes through the room. His reaction is one of amusement, and he playfully teases you, enjoying the moment.

Yoongi, seated in front of you, can’t resist a smirk at the exchange. 

But then, his expression softens, and he extends his foot to rest gently on your leg. His touch offers comforting strokes, a silent assurance that everything is alright. In that simple gesture, he conveys understanding and warmth, the unspoken language of your love.

The rest of your friends can’t help but chuckle at your honest mistake, their laughter echoing through the cozy restaurant. 

It’s a moment of shared amusement, a testament to the camaraderie that binds your group together. Playful banter and knowing glances are exchanged, as they appreciate the humor in the situation.

Your initial embarrassment gives way to a sheepish grin as you chuckle along with your friends. It is moments like these that makes your gatherings so memorable, where even minor mishaps can become treasured memories.

As you all continue to enjoy your dinner, the restaurant’s warm ambiance envelopes you, the scent of delicious food filling the air. Small talk and laughter intermingle, making this evening another lovely evening with your precious friends. 

Amidst the chatter and laughter, you find it increasingly difficult to maintain your focus. Were they talking about Hoseok’s dating profile, Namjoon’s forgetfulness or Seokjin’s endearing yet cringe-worthy dad jokes that he jokingly predicts his child will inherit? 

You don’t know. 

The topics blend together, the details of the discussion lost on you, your thoughts elsewhere.

Yoongi’s foot, resting gently against your leg, has sparked an enticing sensation. 

It’s an intimate touch, lighting your mind ablaze. 

Flutters dance in your stomach, and your body is heating up with arousal as your senses heighten. The anticipation and desire is palpable, overwhelming your ability to concentrate on the conversation. 

Your cheeks flush, betraying your inner turmoil. The mountain of arousal is undeniable, a surge of desire that pulse through your veins. Your breath quickens, and every subtle movement sends tingles of pleasure through your body.

In the midst of the group’s animated discussions, you can’t help but wonder if Yoongi is fully aware of the effect he is having on you. 

The dynamics of the evening have shifted, leaving you with a yearning for a more private exchange, but for now, you navigate the intoxicating blend of conversation and desire.

The growing frustration has been simmering beneath the surface for days, a relentless craving that refused to be satisfied. You long for release, for a moment to quell the fiery desires that have consumed you. 

You’re simply frustrated – sexually frustrated. 

As Yoongi continues to play with your leg, his foot’s teasing caresses travel higher and higher, inching closer to your thighs, igniting a surge of longing that courses through your entire being.

Each stroke of Yoongi’s foot, light and sensuous, sends shivers of anticipation through your body. The touch is playful yet charged with an undeniable sensuality. 

Your mind and body are at odds, torn between the temptation that lay before you and the need to maintain composure in front of your friends. Frustration and desire mingles, creating a heady blend of emotions that leaves you breathless. 

Your thoughts become a tantalizing dance of longing, while your body responds to Yoongi’s intimate gestures. The connection between you both have deepened, becoming a silent agreement of mutual desire.

Desire wages an internal battle as you struggle to focus on the meal before you. 

Your friends’ laughter and conversation serve as a mere backdrop to the seductive dance that has unfolded beneath the table. The sensuality in the air is palpable, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress your yearning for your teasing boyfriend. 

You choke on your water, a sharp gasp escaping your lips, as Yoongi’s presence crept closer to your inner thighs. The proximity sends a shock of sensations through your body, catching you off guard and leaving you momentarily breathless. 

It is a tantalizing game of temptation that has you on edge.

You desperately try to regain your composure, determined not to let your desires consume you entirely. Each bite of food and sip of water becomes a test of your willpower, a distraction from the magnetic pull of Yoongi’s nearness. 

The anticipation in the air grows all the same, leaving you and Yoongi both aware of the heightened sensuality between you.

The frustration that has been simmering beneath the surface finally reaches its breaking point. With an abruptness that surprises even you, your hands slam down on the table, creating a startling sound that cuts through the ambient hum of conversation. 

“I have to go to the restroom,” you announce, your voice laced with a mixture of agitation and desire. Without waiting for a response, you rise from your seat, hurrying towards the restrooms.

As you storm away, the world seems to blur around you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, the rush of blood in your ears echoing the turbulent conflict within. The sensual tension that has enveloped the evening have left you both electrified and conflicted, a battle between desire and self-control that rages within.

Yoongi watches you closely, his eyes following your every move. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s subtle yet deliberate actions. 

With a napkin in hand, he raises it to his mouth, lightly blotting away any remnants of his meal. The deliberate motion has a certain sensuality to it, an unspoken acknowledgment of the charged atmosphere that has enveloped the two of you.

As you stride toward the restrooms, your heart racing, and your mind buzzing with a mixture of curiosity and desire. What did Yoongi’s actions mean? Was he responding to the tension that had flared between you, or was it merely a casual gesture? 

As your group nears the end of the meal, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. Yoongi’s actions become the focal point of attention as he takes a sip of his water. The room seems to hush, and the eyes of your friends gradually shift toward him, their curiosity piqued. 

The restaurant’s ambiance becomes a backdrop to the unspoken tension that has been building all evening. With each passing moment, the anticipation mounts. 

The exchange of glances and knowing looks among your friends hints at their curiosity, and they await Yoongi’s next move with bated breath. 

Yoongi’s timing is impeccable, drawing everyone’s attention to him at a moment when the sensual tension between you both had reached its peak. 

Seokjin’s words carry a weight that settles over the table, his calm but somewhat stern voice imbuing his statement with a sense of urgency. 

“Try not to take too long,” he says, his gaze shifting from Yoongi to the restrooms, “otherwise we’re leaving without you.”

The words hang in the air, and Yoongi casually shrugs his shoulders as he walks away. 

The group’s dynamics are subtly shifted as Seokjin’s statement left everyone pondering the unspoken implications. As Yoongi leaves for the restrooms, Namjoon and Hoseok look at Seokjin with raised eyebrows.

Thankfully, the restrooms are single rooms, offering a semblance of privacy in a moment of internal chaos. 

You hurriedly push through the door, the lock forgotten in your haste, and find solace in the solitude of the room. Placing both hands on the cold sink, you meet your own gaze in the mirror, your reflection echoing the inner turmoil that has taken hold.

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself, your voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desire. Your thoughts race, flashing with illicit images of you and Yoongi, each one a potent reminder of the magnetic pull that has drawn you closer throughout the evening.

The restroom, a small oasis of isolation, provides a moment of respite from the outside world. The harsh fluorescent light overhead illuminates your flushed cheeks and the turmoil in your eyes. As your racing heart gradually slows, you focus on regaining your composure, determined to face the unknown awaiting you beyond the restroom’s door back at the table. 

Then, as if summoned by your most fervent desires, the restroom door swings open, and Yoongi steps inside with an urgency that leaves you momentarily startled. 

The soft click of the door’s lock closing behind him sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine, as the world outside seems to fade away. In the confined space of the restroom, the atmosphere crackles with tension. 

The harsh fluorescent light overhead casts shadows that dance across your flushed cheeks, creating an intimacy that feels both electrifying and forbidden.

As Yoongi’s eyes meet yours, an unspoken understanding passes between you. He looks you up and down with a hunger in his gaze, like a predator ready to devour its prey. 

Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart races in response to the unspoken promises that hang heavy in the air. In the confined quarters, your senses heighten, and you can almost taste the desire that pulse between you. 

The sound of your own racing heartbeat echoes in your ears, serving as a reminder of the intimacy of this moment.

Like magnets drawn together, your lips find his in a heartbeat, the connection instant and electric. 

You wasted no time, your mouth melding in a passionate embrace that sets your senses ablaze. The kiss is a fusion of desires, a meeting of souls that leaves you both breathless and wanting more. The taste of him, a heady combination of desire and longing, lingers on your lips. His mouth is warm, and the kiss ignites a fiery hunger within you, an insatiable desire that refuses to be quenched. 

The dance of your tongues is an intimate symphony, a hot and wet exploration that leaves no doubt of your shared desires or intentions.

Emotions swirl in the depths of the kiss, desire and love mingling in a passionate whirlwind. 

It is a moment of lust, of surrender to the fiery attraction that has been building between you for days. Your hearts beat in harmony, the intensity of your union transcending the physical act of kissing. 

As the kiss deepens, the world around you fades into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in an intimate embrace. The magnetic pull that has drawn you together is undeniable, and the moment holds the promise of a love that burns brighter than the hottest flame.

He growls into your mouth, the sound deep and primal, igniting a fire within you that surely matches his own intense desire. 

The kiss is a symphony of sensations, a passionate tangle of lips and tongues that leaves no doubt about the depth of your longing. His taste is a heady elixir, and the urgency of the moment intensifies as you both surrender to the fierce and animalistic attraction between you. The kiss is a wild dance, a tangle of desire and love that defies restraint.

The warmth of his body pressing against yours, and the growl, like a declaration of intent, reverberates through your very being. It’s a sound that echoes the unspoken desires you both hold, a shared longing that transcends words. 

In this electric moment, you know that he wants you just as much as you want him. The emotional and physical attraction you share is undeniable, and the intensity of your union is a testament to the depth of your love and desire.

Your hands, guided by a fiery desire, embark on a journey down his body. 

Fingers tracing the contours of his form, mapping the landscape of his yearning with a sensuality that defies restraint. As your touch finds its destination, you boldly explore the growing desire that throbs inside his pants. 

He responds with a primal urgency, pressing his body further into yours, the heat of his need mirroring your own. The friction of your bodies creates a scorching intensity, a magnetic pull that seems to draw you closer with each passing moment.

Desire crackles in the air, a palpable connection that transcends words. The weight of unspoken emotions and a shared longing hangs heavy in the room. 

The world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only the two of you locked in an intimate embrace.

Amid the intoxicating exchange of kisses, you gasp, breathless with desire and a torrent of pleasure that courses through your veins. 

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe between heated kisses, the words a testament to the dizzying want and ecstasy that engulfs you both.

“Babe, we don’t have long.” 

He whispers urgently, his voice laced with desire and a hint of desperation. As his hands gently cradle your cheeks, his touch radiates warmth and a dash of lust that heightens the intensity of the moment.

You gaze into his eyes, your own filled with a potent blend of lust and longing. 

It’s a silent exchange, void of words. 

The urgency of the situation only serves to amplify the depth of your connection, the magnetic pull that draws you closer with each passing second. You nod, your lips seeking him once more as your desires and thoughts intertwine in a passionate dance. 

In the midst of the heated exchange, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions, your desires a tangled web of yearning. Uncertainty mingles with the intensity of your arousal. What did you want from him beyond this passionate moment? Your thoughts are a chaotic jumble, your desires a tempestuous sea. Yet, one thing is clear – you crave the electrifying touch of his body against yours.

As you explore the contours of his dick in your hands, you feel a powerful twitch that resonates with your own needs. It’s a silent revelation of your desires, and you feel your resolve crumble more and more. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss, his voice breathy and panting as he murmur, “I can fuck you against the sink. I can be quick.” 

His words hang in the air, heavy with desire and anticipation, as he searches your eyes for permission.

In that charged moment, your emotions swirl in a whirlwind of desire and restraint. The prospect of giving in to Yoongi’s passionate proposal is tempting, but conflicting thoughts hold you back.

You shake your head, and in that subtle gesture, you convey the depth of your internal conflict. 

For a fleeting instant, confusion clouds Yoongi’s expression. He can’t quite decipher the complex emotions that dance in your eyes. It’s a moment of unspoken desires and uncharted territory, a silent negotiation between two souls yearning for each other.

“I want to suck your dick and you to fuck my mouth.” 

You whisper, your voice laced with vulnerability and desire as you gaze at Yoongi with puppy dog eyes. 

“Please?” 

The plea in your voice is tinged with a raw, unfiltered yearning that seems to hang in the air.

The intensity of your request speaks volumes about your desires and your willingness to surrender to Yoongi’s pleasure. 

You don’t fully understand why this particular act holds such allure at this moment, but it is proof of your desire to provide him with all the pleasure in the world.

“Fuck.” 

He breathes out, his voice a mix of desire and internal conflict as he runs a hand through his soft, long black hair. His eyes meet yours, and he gazes at your pleading face with a mixture of understanding and longing. 

He knows that the intensity of your desire must be almost unbearable at this point and you probably really wanted him to fuck you. Yoongi’s hesitation is a reflection of his willingness to indulge your desires, to receive as much as he had given you. 

He understands the depth of your needs, and his response is a testament to the unspoken promise of mutual pleasure and fulfillment. He would never say no to you anyway.

He nods in agreement, and with a sense of urgency, you gracefully descend to your knees. 

The anticipation in the air is palpable as your lips curl in anticipation, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. Your fingers move with practiced ease, deftly unbuckling his belt and pants. 

When your hand finds his dick through his underwear, a low hiss escapes his lips, and a deep, guttural groan of frustration vibrates through the room. The touch of your fingers is electrifying, igniting a fire that threatens to consume both of you.

You gush in amazement over his clothed erection, your fingers tracing its shape through the fabric. 

Looking up into Yoongi’s eyes, you purr, “You’re already so hard, Yoon, all for me?” 

Your tone was flirtatious, and a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you batter your eyelashes at him, adding a playful tease to your words.

The anticipation in the air crackles with desire, and your seductive words and actions only adds fuel to the fire. The sensation of his cock beneath your fingertips is electrifying. In response to your flirtatious inquiry, a low, deep groan escapes Yoongi’s lips, and a smoldering desire blazes in his eyes. 

Your playful banter and sensual touch has ignited a passion that sends shivers down his spine and straight to his dick.

“Yes,” he gasps, his voice a breathless affirmation as his hands find purchase in your hair and on your face. 

His touch is electric, conveying a sense of urgency for you to keep going. The emotions that course through both of you are intense and raw, a blend of desire, vulnerability, and a profound attraction. Your actions and reactions are proof to the depth of your love and the unspoken promise of fulfillment.

You seize the elastic of his underwear and, with deliberate intent, slide the fabric down along with his pants. The sensation of freedom and vulnerability that accompanies this act is palpable. 

As you reveal his girthy cock, the room seems to pulse with anticipation. The touch of your hands and the texture of his skin convey a heightened sense of desire. Yoongi’s reaction is immediate and intense. He hisses through clenched teeth, his body tensing with a jolt of pleasure so powerful it threatens to overwhelm him instantly. 

With a sharp inhalation, he throws his head back, inadvertently making contact with the wall. The sound of the impact reverberates through the room.

You moisten your hands with a soft exhale of breath, spitting in your hands, preparing for the intimate act to follow. With a deliberate and sensual touch, you grasp his dick with one hand, causing him to keen in response. 

A soft man escapes his lips as you give him a tender stroke from the base to his reddening tip. The sensation of your touch is electrifying, igniting a fire that blazes between you. 

“Your dick is so beautiful.” 

Your words, a whispered confession of admiration, sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine as he gazes down at you. The smile on your face, your eyes filled with desire, is making him go feral already. He swallows hard, trying to contain his own desire.

With a tender smile, you wrap your mouth around his length, and the sensation is nothing short of exquisite. 

He can’t hold back a loud, involuntary moan that escapes his lips, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. In the back of his mind, he remembers you are in a public restroom and that discretion is essential, but your sinful gaze and the electrifying touch of your lips on him makes it nearly impossible. 

The taste of your mouth and the heat of the moment consumes him, and he finds it challenging to stifle the sounds of pleasure.

You hollow your cheeks, savoring the taste of his precum and texture of him, while a soft, deliberate rhythm of your breathing through your nose fills the air. 

The sensations are electrifying, and it is clear that you are fully immersed in the intimate act, mind void of thoughts except for the need to satisfy him to the best of your abilities.

As you take him as far as you can in your mouth, you add an enticing twist to your touch by using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t accommodate in your mouth. 

The sensations are overwhelming, and it is evident that you both are lost in the intensity of the moment, slurping noises filling up the space of the restroom. As you continue to pleasure him, the intensity of the moment grows, and your own desire surges like a tidal wave. 

Every sensation, every touch, and every moan is making you go wild. You can feel the heat building within you, your own arousal intensifying with each passing moment. The intimate act between you and the raw desire it ignites leave you breathless, your heart pounding. In response to the passion that consumes you, you feel a sticky wetness that escapes from your pussy. 

You release his cock with a tantalizing pop, your fingers eagerly seeking more of his length.

Your mouth works magic on him as you play with his head and laps at his frenulum while your hand squeezes his balls, a deliberate and sensual dance that makes his dick twitch in response. A deep moan escapes him, his voice husky with desire as he praises your actions.

“Just like that, babe.” 

He groans, his words dripping with desire. It’s a moment of electrifying intimacy, where every touch and every flick of your tongue is a promise of immeasurable pleasure. 

You swirl your tongue around his head again, savoring his taste and sucking him as if he was the most delicious lollipop. The sensation is electrifying, and you are certain you are driving him to the brink of madness. 

The grip he has in your hair tightens, fingers tensing more with each passing moment as you continue to savor him. God, you love the slight burning sting in your scalp, making you moan around his length. 

You tease him playfully, your voice a seductive whisper as you quip, “You like it, Yoon?” 

With a devilish smile, you extend your tongue and sensually place his dick on it, savoring the taste as you lick it slowly. Your eyes meet his, filled with a mischievous desire that consumes both of you.

As you spit on his dick again, you intensify the electrifying sensation before engulfing it once more. The intensity of your actions is met with a deep moan of pleasure from him, you name escaping his lips as he feels overwhelmed with the pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuck yeah,” he pants between moans, his voice thick with desire. 

Your mastery over his dick is driving him to the edge of release, the tantalizing sensations almost overwhelming. He wants more, so much more, and he yearns for the time to savor every inch of you. 

To take his sweet fucking time to ravish you. 

But in the midst of his thoughts and pleasure, he suddenly realizes that you wanted him to fuck your mouth. The world outside is a blur, the minutes slipping away, and he totally forgot about your request in the wake of his own pleasure. 

He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and he simply can’t let this moment pass.

He seizes control of your mouth, by holding you face and hair in place, as begins to fuck your mouth with raw intensity. 

Your senses are ablaze, you relax your throat and the pleasure and desire is driving you to a fever pitch. 

With ragged breath, he manages to pant, “If it’s too much, just tap my thigh or say so, and I’ll stop,” as he tries to steady himself, to give you time to relax your throat more.

He thrust into your mouth with a frenzied urgency, and you are acutely aware of the need to relax your mouth and jaw more to accommodate him smoothly.

As you work to maintain a steady rhythm and meet his intensity, your senses are ablaze with the taste, the texture, and the intoxicating sensations he’s invoking in you. 

The sight of you on your knees, taking his dick so eagerly and skillfully, is driving him to the brink of desire. 

He’s captivated by the intensity of the moment, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. As he increases the pace, your vulnerability and the depth of your connection only fueled his fervor. With each thrust, the waterline in your eyes begins to pool, and a few tears escape, but damn you like it.

As you watch Yoongi fall apart above you, his disheveled hair and blown-out eyes almost as dark as his midnight-black hair, a surge of arousal courses through you again. The raw vulnerability he displays, the soft, passionate moans that escape his lips, fuel your desire to an insatiable intensity. 

With every moment that passes, the anticipation and intensity grows. The knot of desire coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach, building with an urgency that leaves you breathless. 

“You’re doing so good.” 

He murmurs, his voice heavy with desire as he pulls your hair with one hand and strokes your cheek with the other. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you tremble as you close your cheeks around his dick. 

The feeling of him inside you makes you moan, and your inner walls tighten and pulse around the tantalizing emptiness, essence of your orgasm dripping into your panties. Your vision blurs and your ears are filled with a high pitched ringing. His words are a potent blend of encouragement and passion, driving you further into the whirlwind of your orgasm.

The vibrations of your moans resonate through Yoongi, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. 

As you ride out your orgasm while he fucks you mouth, you gather enough stamina to play and squeeze his balls. 

The intensity of the moment is so overwhelming, you feel fucked out. He can feel the climax approaching, an unstoppable force that consumes him, and even if he wanted to, he can’t resist the powerful pull. 

You feel his thrusts get rougher and more erratic as he continues to fuck your warm mouth, and you know that he is close to the edge. You squeeze his balls more, because you’ve come to know that he likes that very much.

“Shit, I’m coming!” 

He urgently alerts you, breaking the tension that has held you both in its grasp for so long. 

You have been holding your breath, creating a tight vacuum around his dick as he reaches his climax. With a deep moan of your name, he releases into your delicious mouth, and you do your best to shallow what you can, but some of his cum runs out and tracing a tantalizing path from your lips down your chin.

You shiver, your body still humming with the aftermath of a surprising orgasm that has taken you by surprise. The intensity of the moment lingers, and you try to catch your breath, your heart racing in your chest.

As you slowly pop off his dick, a string of saliva and cum connects your mouth to him, like an unbreakable bond that symbolizes the depth of your attraction. 

The world outside has momentarily ceased to exist again, and in the quiet aftermath, the two of you remain locked in an intimacy that you revel in. 

You pant furiously for air, your eyes blown and expression blank.

“Are you okay, babe?” 

He asks with worry etched in both his eyes and tone. He hurriedly descends to your panting and trembling form, his face etched with concern and tenderness. The intensity of the moment has left you both shaken, but the depth of your connection remains unwavering.

You try to steady your breath and nod, unable to find your voice in the aftermath of the passionate encounter. His touch is gentle as usual, and his concern is evident. Your gaze locks onto him with an intensity that takes him aback. 

Your eyes speak of love and profound lust as you try to steady your breathing more.

“I had an intense orgasm.” 

You confess in a breathy voice, the words laden with the weight of your intimacy. The quiet revelation hangs in the air, and you feel immensely proud.

“Without being touched?” 

He asks in wonder, his fingers softly stroking your cheeks as he wipes a strand of hair away from your face. His astonishment mirrors his eyes as he gazes at you, reflecting the profound attraction you share.

“Yeah,” you breathe with so much love in your voice that it feels like a warm embrace. As you kiss him, the sensation is a sweet and tender connection that leaves you feeling like you could drown in the depth of your emotions.

“That has never happened to me before,” you whisper against his plush lips, your words carrying the weight of the unique and profound experience you have just shared. 

His eyes widen at your confession, a mix of surprise and pride reflecting in their depths. He feels an overwhelming sense of accomplishment knowing that he had brought you to such a profound place without even touching you.

“Damn, babe,” he breathes, his voice heavy with admiration and passion. He kisses you back with a fiery intensity, his lips conveying the depth of his emotions. 

You both chuckled softly, your breaths mingling in the aftermath of your passionate exchange. The warmth of the moment and the connection you shared lingers in the air, binding you closer.

As your breaths steady, you take a moment to appreciate the depth of your feelings for each other. With shared glances that speak volumes, you know it’s time to rejoin your friends. You press a final, tender kiss to each other’s lips, an unspoken promise of the passion and connection you had just indulged in.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, the taste of him lingering on your lips. 

Both you and Yoongi rise from your intimate encounter, your actions synchronized like a well-choreographed dance. 

He smoothly pulls his underwear and pants back up, the buckle of his belt clicking softly in the dimly lit restroom. As you both compose yourselves, you can’t help but feel a sense of closeness that transcends the physical. It’s a powerful reminder of the deep connection you share, both in moments of intimacy and in the quiet moments that follow.

Before you head back out to join your friends, Yoongi gently holds you back, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. 

His voice is low and full of promise as he whispers, “I promise, when we get back home, I’ll take my sweet time with you and fuck you all night long.” 

His words, heavy with longing and anticipation, sends a rush of desire through your veins and you feel like you want to stay with him in his dimly lit restroom forever. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, the tenderness leaving you breathless. 

You can’t wait for that passionate moment that he speaks so lustfully about, a promise of future moments to savor.

As you emerge from the restroom, you can’t help but notice the line of people waiting outside, a few of them casting slightly disapproving looks in your direction. 

But you don’t care. 

A radiant, satisfied smile plays on your lips as you continue down the corridor. 

After all, you have just experienced an orgasm without the usual physical touch of your erogenous zones – a sensation that leaves you feeling like you are soaring on a cloud.

Your mind is a whirlwind of satisfaction, and you revel in the newfound sense of empowerment as you let Yoongi lead you back to your table. It’s as if the world can’t touch you, and the disapproving looks of others is nothing compared to the euphoria that has enveloped you. 

You feel truly liberated, a captivating embodiment of your own desires.

As you return to your table, sliding back into your seat between Namjoon and Seokjin, you can’t help but sport a pleased smile that practically screams ’fool in love.’ 

The shift in your demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends, and their curious glances and knowing smirks only add to the atmosphere.

“Sorry I took so long,” you confess, the warmth of the recent encounter still playing across your features, like an intoxicating secret. The words spilled from your lips with a hint of playfulness.

Yoongi takes his place beside Hoseok, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he observes your changed disposition. The chemistry between you and him is palpable, a shared secret that binds you together.

As you settle back at the table, you can’t help but notice the knowing glances exchanged among your friends. 

The subtle smiles and raised eyebrows said it all – they had a pretty good idea of what had transpired in the restroom. But the beauty of your newfound contentment makes you feel like you don’t give a shit. You feel a sense of fulfillment that transcends any embarrassment or concern.

“You have something on your face.” 

Hoseok’s innocent comment draws everybody’s attention to your face. 

Your heart quickens, and you feel a rush of embarrassment as their gazes lock onto you. Yoongi, beside you, notices the remnants of his release on your lips, and his eyes darken with a mixture of arousal and possessiveness.

Unable to resist the tension in the moment, he reaches over the table, his fingers brushing your skin, and he gently wipes away the evidence of your shared encounter. 

The intimate gesture sends a shiver down your spine. 

As he retracts his hand, his gaze never leaves yours, his eyes smoldering with unspoken desire.

In a bold move, he proceeds to suck the leftover substance from his fingers, a sensuous display that leaves a subtle charge in the air and you let out a small airy gasp. 

The guys can’t contain their collective protest, exclaiming in unison, “Aish, that’s gross!” 

Their reactions are a blend of shock, surprise, and playful embarrassment. Your friends’ comments hang in the air, creating a humorous contrast to what transpired between you.

But for you, it��s an entirely different experience. 

As you watch Yoongi’s bold actions, you can’t help but be utterly captivated. 

A new wave of arousal surges between your legs, your heart racing in response. The sight of him, unapologetically intimate and confident, has an irresistible allure that leaves you breathless.

While your friends recoil in jest, you find yourself locked in a silent exchange with Yoongi, the unspoken desires between you two continuing to simmer just beneath the surface again. 

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, and please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think; your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜

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[wildbornsiren]

Almost does Count. || Rhett Abbott/F!Reader

Almost does Count. 

Summary: A terrible, horrible, no good very bad week. And one almost that isn’t an almost. Rhett gives you a hand, and makes things a little better. 

Warnings: drinking, Rhett punching someone, pining

Notes: For the lovely @princessmisery666​, love you wifey. Comments and reblogs make me happy. Likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading, it’s appreciated and means the most. 

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There was one thing that you could count on. The bars of Wabang were loud, crowded and full of people who paid no mind to what was going on around them. Which is why no one says a damn word when you sat at the bar, beer bottle slick with condensation in front of you, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hand willing yourself not to cry. It had been a red-letter week, the car broke down and it would take scrimping from the next three paychecks to pay for repairs, and that’s if you can convince one of your coworkers to give you a lift to and from.

There was nothing that could make this week worse.

“Hey baby.” There’s a grunt as someone sits on the barstool next to you.

“Terry, tonight is not the night.” You lift your head from your hands, glaring at your ex-boyfriend. Though, calling him your boyfriend was generous. It wasn’t much more than a few crappy dates, most of the time spent fumbling with each other in the bedroom.

“I mean, I could help. You just got to talk to me baby.” His fingers travel up your arm, circling your elbow. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll help you forget all your worries.”

“For all of thirty seconds while you jack-rabbit between my legs, come and roll over and go to sleep?”

“Oh, come on now baby, there’s no need to get nasty outside the bedroom.”

“Terry, you couldn’t get nasty in the bedroom, I’m shocked you can identify it.”

“You know what,” His hand tightens on your elbow. “I’ve got half a mind—”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all night.” A second masculine voice says. Smooth, quiet, a voice you know very well. “Come on. The lady’s not interested. Move on.”

“You know what Abbott. I’m tired of you walking around like you’re something important just because you can last 8 seconds on a bull. You can’t last that long on a woman.”

“Terry!” You slide off the stool, putting yourself between him and Rhett. A stupid move, but you know Rhett wouldn’t hurt you, and you can handle anything Terry managed to deal. “Too far.” You break the hold on your arm. “You need to go.”

“We ain’t done here,” He snatches at you, fingers iron tight. Terry yanks you toward him, causing you to stumble. You slam into the bar, feeling the edge of it bite into your torso, knowing you’ll have a bruise later.  

There’s a heavy crack of skin on skin, a grunt and the sound of someone hitting the floor. The rest of the bar notices what’s going on, as chaos breaks out all around you. Rhett is rubbing his hand, Terry’s laid out on the floor, not moving, on his back.

“Come on,” Rhett says quickly, offering you his hand. You take it, and he tugs you through the crowd, leaving a few crumpled bills on the bar. The night air is cool and crisp, the sky pitch black, stars stretching out endlessly above you. You find yourself pinned against the passenger door of his truck as he fumbles with the keys. Laughter bubbling up in your throat, wild and an alternative to the tears and frustration you feel just under the surface. Rhett helps you into the truck, racing around the front to get in behind the wheel.

Tires squeal as he peels out of the parking lot, struggling one handed with his seatbelt as he gets onto the main road. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“I don’t much care for how he treated you. He has no right to speak to you that way.” Rhett glances sidelong at you. “Told you that before,” his voice is a little softer. He drives for a while, heading out of town, landscape being taken over by dark pastures and fields.

“Thanks,” you lick your lips, staring out the window. You can’t bring yourself to look at him. After a week of bad things piling up, you were in the cab of Rhett’s truck. With a thousand ‘almosts’ filling the space between you. The two of you had always been a little too close, too friendly. Inside jokes, quiet glances. You’d watch him ride; he’d drop by the famer’s market to keep you company while you sold produce. Hands brushing together, easy enough to be passed off as accidental. The way his hand tightened on your hip while he spun you around the dance floor.

The way you could sit in absolute silence with him, not saying a word—and have it be the best conversation in the world.

You almost had him, but he was taken. Almost ended up cozied up together at a bonfire, but you were enamored with someone else.

Almost hurt worse than being alone.

Which is why the string of shitty boyfriends, terrible one-night stands, and occasional rodeo boy that came through Amelia County. All because of a lanky, sweet man who stood at your side as a friend, and an almost.

You’re jolted from your thoughts when Rhett turns the ignition off. He’s parked at a diner, and he tips his head with a grin. “Let’s get some coffee, and you tell me everything that’s going on in that head of yours.” He’s opened your door, offered his hand to steady you as you hop out of his truck. Rhett keeps a hold of it as you walk to the diner, a calloused thumb smoothing over the back of your hand.

A corner booth, his knees knocking against yours as you huddle around the small, slightly sticky table. Two cups of coffee and a massive slab of apple pie with two forks sit between you. He’s letting you talk, his hands wrapped around the worn mug, listening with a slight upturn to his lips.

Everything comes out. The car problems, the work problems, that it hadn’t rained nearly enough this year and things were already looking lean. Each little drop in the bucket of bad bubbles up. “And then Max ate my slippers.” You stab at a slice of apple with your fork. “My brand-new slippers. He knows better than that. I came home and he brought me the sole of one of them like it was a present.”

Rhett laughs, really laughs. You can’t help but smile at the quiet sound. His eyes crinkle and there’s an unrestrained joy to it—happy is a good look for him, and not one that you get to see often. It’s something that you want to see on him all the time.

“Thanks,” there’s a lump in your throat. “For looking out for me.”

He passes you a handful of scratchy thin napkins when you sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “S’alright darlin’. Just let it out.” Rhett leans closer, his fingertips so gentle as they tip your chin up. “I’m just a phone call away. I know it’s hard to pick up the phone, but it’s not good to let it fester.” That same thumb brushes over your cheek delicate and soft.

“I’ll take a look at the car, if I can’t fix it, I’ll work something out with Jenkins alright?”

You nod mutely, wiping your nose. “Sorry.”

“Darlin’ you’ve picked me up outta worse.” He says, “Now finish that pie, and I’ll take you home.” He picks up his coffee again. “You need some rest.” He won’t let you pay, but you leave a tip on the table. The drive back to your place is nice. Rhett is humming along with a song on the radio, and the night air is so cool and clear. You sing along, letting the wind bounce your hand back and forth when you stick it out the window.

Rhett follows you up the porch stairs, a warm presence at your back as you unlock your front door.

“You want to come in?” You ask, looking up at him. The porchlight casts harsh shadows on his face, and yet he’s still one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen.

He smiles softly, tipping his hat up. “Not tonight darlin’.” He kisses your forehead, drawing you closer, an arm around your waist. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to, lord I want to.” Rhett’s words brush against your skin, his lips pressing them softly to your cheekbones. There’s a slight scrape of his stubble when he nuzzles against your jaw. “But you’ve got so much on your mind, darlin’. And when I have you for the first time, I want all of you.”

Rhett’s mouth eases over yours, kissing you softly. He’s sweet and gentle, backing you against the doorframe. One hand light on your waist, the other braced above you, pinning you. “Go on inside, sweetheart. Get some rest.”

He pauses, “for me?”

“For you.” You whisper. You can feel the warmth from his kiss coursing through you.

“You work tomorrow?” When you shake your head, he continues. “I’ll come over look at the car after I feed the horses. I only accept food and kisses in exchange for mechanical work.” He winks at you. “Go on now.”

You open the door, stepping into the house, still buzzing with the effects of Rhett’s touch. The door closed solidly behind you, you lean against it, trying to control your racing heart. It’s not until you lock it, that Rhett’s heavy footsteps go down the stairs and his truck roars to life.

/end

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[its-jaytothemee]

Tonight...And Every Night - Chapter 1

Pairing: Astarion x Tav, Halsin x Tav; Astarion and Tav POVs

Word count: 1,354; Chapter 1 Tav POV

Rating: Mature

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Summary: Tav fails to convince Astarion to reject the Rite of Profane Ascension and refuses to help him complete it. He leaves her and the party, but regrets his choices later. Angsty and fluffy, POVs from both Astarion and Tav.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Spawn!Astarion, Angst w/ Happy Ending

Author's Note: This was inspired by my playthrough where I somehow failed all of the persuasion checks for Astarion after the Cazador fight, leaving me obviously devastated. First three chapters will come together, then hopefully one or two at a time after that!

Tav walked through the blood that soaked into every crevice of the dungeon floor. Her arms were heavy from swinging her massive greatsword through undead flesh. The red glow from the magic holding six of Cazador’s seven spawn cast a sinister shadow on the scene before her. Astarion stood shirtless, breathing heavily, a wild mask of pain and rage spread across his face. He stood above a kneeling Cazador, his master, his torturer. Holding an intricate dagger that was constructed around a small wooden stake, he was finally able to face down the source of his torment on his own terms. Shadowheart and Gale watched behind them, wary of any potential reinforcements that could interrupt them. Halsin followed Tav, staying a few steps behind her as she approached her lover.

“Astarion…” She spoke softly, not wanting to startle him. His eyes snapped up to her, but he remained silent.

“Go on, boy.” Cazador spat, unable to hide the pain he felt.

“One more thrust…” Astarion started slowly, and for a moment, Tav saw the angry mask start to crack, “and I’ll be free of you. I’ll never have to fear you again.” He took a deep breath.

“But if I finish the ritual you started,” His face twisted once again, this time into something unrecognizable, “I’ll never have to fear anyone ever again.”

Tav felt her stomach drop. This is what she had been afraid of from the moment they set foot in Baldur’s Gate. Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion. Cazador was speaking back to Astarion, still looking smug. She shook the fog from her mind and focused again.

“…I made you to be consumed.” Cazador sneered, obviously enjoying the pain this was causing his spawn.

“I am so much more than what you made me!” Astarion shot back, his breathing even quicker than before. He turned to face Tav.

“I can do this, but I’ll need your help.” The face before her was twisted beyond recognition from the beautiful pale elf she had fallen in love with.

“Astarion, if you do this, you’ll be killed.” She could feel her voice breaking as she said the words. Being this close to the horrible power of the Rite of Profane Ascension was warping him and she feared its pull would be too strong for her to drag him away. He responded with a laugh, the sound would usually fill her with warmth, but today it just filled her with dread.

“Don’t worry darling, I know what I’m doing. You can show me my scars using the tadpole, which I can then carve into Cazador.” He spat out Cazador’s name with a particular venom in his tone.

“What?” Cazador sat up abruptly and Astarion kicked him back down.

“You’ll kill all of those prisoners! People you brought here for him! You can’t condemn them to death again, not after we promised their families!” She couldn’t hide the shaking in her voice.

“These people died years ago! They’re nothing, nothing compared to the power I can obtain from their souls. They can serve a higher purpose.” His voice was growing louder, his tone more desperate.

“Astarion please…” She pleaded.

“This is what we need, my dear. With this power, we can have a life together, a real life. Isn’t that what you want?” Tears were gathering at the edges of his eyes.

“Of course I do, but not like this! What kind of life can we have that’s built on the destruction of seven thousand lives?” She could feel the blood rushing to her face, rising with her voice, tears stinging the cuts on her cheek. She forced herself to soften her tone.

“I want you to be able to live a life you’re proud of, my love. You can’t tell me you would be proud of this. All I need is you, exactly as you are.” She held his gaze and watched his expression darken at her words.

“Are you going to help me or not?” His voice was as cold as ice. All traces of the love and affection he had shown her in their time together was gone. This was not the Astarion she knew, this was the tortured, desperate vampire spawn who was mere moments away from ultimate power and revenge. She had hoped that she could be enough for him, that she could help him let go, but now she realized it was all a fool’s hope. How could someone like her ever be more tempting than that kind of power?

Behind Tav, she heard her companions voicing their protests to Astarion, begging him to reconsider. She heard Halsin speaking to her, pleading with her to resist him. She could barely comprehend what they were saying, her own thoughts were a raging storm threatening to drown her at sea. As the overlapping voices started to fill the chamber, Tav kept her eyes locked on Astarion’s. She was searching, taking in every line and detail of his face trying to find a crack in the mask. But there was nothing. The pit in her stomach threatened to swallow her whole as she had a choice to make. Condemn seven thousand innocent souls, including children, to their death, or risk losing the man she loved.

“I…I can’t…” Her voice cracked, tears coming more forcefully now, “I won’t.” The look of betrayal on his face cut deeper than any sword. He frantically looked from her to their other companions, who silently took her side.

“Fine. Then I guess I’ll just have to enjoy this.” He turned to Cazador and grabbed him by the hair to hold him in place. He screamed as he plunged the dagger into Cazador’s chest, over and over and over again. He continued stabbing Cazador’s dead body until his slick hands could no longer hold the dagger. His entire body was dripping with blood. He fell to his knees, half sobbing, half screaming, releasing two hundred years of pain and rage with his cries. Tav couldn’t remember hearing anything more heartbreaking. She waited a moment before taking some tentative steps toward him.

“Astarion…?” She called out to him quietly. He didn’t move or respond.

She continued moving toward him, slowly. Kneeling beside him, she reached out to try and touch his arm. He snapped his head toward her and slapped her hand away.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” He hissed. The hostility in his voice caused her to jump to her feet.

“I trusted you and you betrayed me.” His voice was quiet and angry.

“Astarion, I-” She tried to speak up, holding her stinging hand.

“You took everything from me.” He interrupted, glaring at her through his ruby eyes.

Tav stood there in stunned silence. She didn’t expect him to turn on her so quickly. While holding her gaze, her thoughts wandered back to the prisoners being held here. Her eyes briefly flashed to Cazador’s staff on the ground. Astarion caught the brief change in her gaze, and he let out a demented cackle.

“Oh no, darling. If I don’t get my freedom, then neither do those wretches rotting in the cells.” He lifted the staff off the ground, ready to break it over his leg.

“No!” Tav screamed.

Before she could move to grab it, a thorny vine whipped out from behind her and grabbed the staff out of his hands. She turned around to see Halsin gripping the staff with both hands, a look of pure disgust twisting his face. A small sigh of relief huffed out of her chest. Astarion let out a frustrated growl.

“Fine! Whatever this is…was…argh! It’s over.” He threw his hands up in frustration and turned to storm off. Tav took another step toward him, staring in disbelief. He turned to look over his shoulder and met her gaze. For just a moment, she could have sworn she saw remorse in his eyes, a small glimpse of her Astarion.

“I’d say good luck out there, but honestly,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I hope you all die screaming.” With that, he broke into a run towards the dungeon’s exit.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #halsin x tav #bg3 brainrot #bg3 angst #bg3 fluff #bg3 headcanons

[flokali]

— Love Letter | Tartaglia

Warnings: Gn! Reader, yandere, obsessive behavior, slight repetition, mentions of violence and kidnapping, delusional behavior, cussing, manipulative behavior, if I forgot anything ask to tag!

You received a love letter, it had been slipped through the door of your bedroom and caught your eye just as you were preparing to go to bed. You make your way to the door and open it, taking the letter on your way; you look around the empty hallway in hopes of perhaps catching the sender but there’s not a soul in sight.

You close the door, slight uneasiness blooming in your chest as you make sure to lock it - you even think of barricading it but chose otherwise, you doubt it’d stop him if he was determined to find you. With a heavy sigh, you sit on the bed, you look over the simple envelope and hesitate. It was white with his name scribbled on it, you hated to admit it but you always did envy his handwriting, it was deceivingly innocent looking but you knew better; nothing could be innocent if he was involved.

Whatever, you think to yourself, you might as well read what he’s written.

To the sole owner of my heart and soul,

How are you? I know that, by the time this letter reaches you, we probably have only been away for a couple of minutes or at most an hour but I feel inclined to know anyway.

It’s funny, I tend to write quite often - mostly to my family - but I realized I never wrote to you. Mainly because I have never quite let you leave my side but it still felt wrong to not have ever sent you something, my dear.

I hope that, perhaps, this way I can better articulate how I feel, maybe then you’ll be more interested in hearing. I mean, if you’ve read this far without tearing my humble letter apart it must mean I’ve caught your interest, wouldn’t you say? Ah, normally it’s here where you would scold me and tell me to get to the point, I like the way you sound so annoyed — is my voice that unpleasant to you? To me, your voice is easily the most alluring sound I have ever heard. If I could, I would like to have it replace the voice that narrates my thoughts; it’d be romantic, no? It'd feel like you could never leave my side… but then it’d only be fair if your thoughts were narrated by me; in that case, I would never leave your thoughts either~ I like the way it sounds…

You know, I think we’ve come quite far, wouldn’t you say? I remember the first night you spent home with me, you tried suffocating me with that pillow while you said all those cruel things, how long has it been since you’ve gotten angry like that at me? Four or so months by now? You’ve begun falling for me, haven’t you? Ah…

Just the thought makes me want to rip my heart out and give it to you! You falling in love with me, I’m getting excited at the idea – you’d be such a lovely spouse for me. I’m sure that if we keep working together you’ll love me just as much as I love you! You’ll want to die without me, you’ll want to breathe only the air I breathe, you’ll need to feel my skin against yours to feel alive, you’ll want to be one with each other until we can’t live apart, I’ll be the only thought in your mind! We’ll be such a lovely couple, in love and together and happy with a cute little family too.

Fuck… I miss you so much; I really do love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much and I need you to understand that and that everything I do is for you. I know you’re angry at me for stealing you away from that horrible life you had (because it was horrible, don’t try to deny it) but you need to understand I had to take you away, I can’t live without you. Not anymore. You’ll understand it someday and when you do, you’ll thank me, I’m sure.

I just couldn’t stand the thought of you being without me, the thought of other people touching you, talking to you, looking at you, thinking about you. It pissed me off. It makes me want to tear their eyes out, carve their hearts and make sure they can’t even think about you ever again, I simply can’t let them live. I can’t let them do that to you, I can’t allow you to be soiled by another who isn’t me.

I know right now you may struggle understanding that, but I know you’ll eventually come to see things my way. Be honest, sweetheart, were you truly happy? I can provide for you, I can love you, I can give you everything you want and deserve; I’m the only person who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You need me as I need you, it’s that simple. Our love is the purest love there can be and there will come a day you’ll see, I’ll make sure of that.

It’s getting late and I want you to receive this letter before you go to sleep, I heard that when you read a letter from someone before bed you’ll dream about them, so I’ll wrap things up for now. Make sure to have plenty of dreams about me, okay? If you don’t, I’ll know~

Rest well, my darling.

With love,

Your ever loving Ajax.

#๋࣭ ancient scrolls #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere tartaglia #yandere childe #yandere ajax #yandere male #yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere letter #yanderecore

[cloudy-zephyr]

Aizawa + age regressor! Reader headcanons (gender neutral as always!!)

So…. I’m nervous posting this one. It could either be very well received or I could be horribly harassed, so I’ll educate you guys some.

What is age regression? Age regression (agere) is when someone, due to trauma, reverts to a mental state and age of a child; usually the age before the childhood trauma was experienced. It is completely SFW and in no way will I tolerate any sexual/ rude comments. You can be mean under any other post of mine, but I will not tolerate any form of hate under this post. My page is a safe space for everyone, I intend to keep it that way and will not hesitate to block anyone I see necessary.

You are more than welcome to leave and not read, but if you want to read then welcome!!

Cw: mentions of abuse/trauma, usage of “daddy, dada” in non sexual context, very brief mention of kink ( literally just the work kink like twice), feelings of shame/embarrassment for regressing

- telling shota you regress isn’t something you planned on doing, why would you? It’s embarrassing that you need to act like a toddler to be able to cope with the stress in your life.

- he finds out when he comes home and you’re deep in headspace, he scares you because you know he shouldn’t see you like this and you burst into tears

- he is immediately worried, trying to get answers from you. The thing is, after working with kids and being a pro hero for so many years he knows what he sees when he looks in your eyes, he isn’t angry or disgusted at all.

“Oh… my poor baby got spooked, huh? I’m sorry, little one.”

- you’re confused, expecting him to hurt you like you’re used to, but his soothing voice and calm demeanor has you calming down from your hysterics. All you can do is hold your stuffie and nod.

- after that day, you’re much more open with him. Even giving him names when you’re regressed, that’s how he knows you truly trust him.

“Dada, can you help me pwease?”

“Of course he can, kiddo. What do you need?”

- he takes every new discovery of your headspace in stride, the hour long breakdowns and the very happy days

“Shh,, I’m here angel. Daddy’s got you.”

“Oh look at you! I’m so happy my baby is happy.”

- if you want gear, he gets you gear!!

“You keep looking at that sippy cup/bottle/pacifier, love. If you want it put it in the cart.”

“No, I don’t need it.”

(He sneaks it in the cart, anyways)

- he works with you that it’s okay and normal to regress, and helps you into your headspace

“It’s weird, and you’re gonna judge me and think I’m gross.”

“It’s not weird, I would never think you’re gross for the way you need to cope.”

- he takes you being nonverbal in stride too

*incoherent baby babbles*

“Oh, yeah?? Then what happened? No way. Tell me more, little one”

- in public and start to slip? No worries, he knows how to help you and keep it discreet per your request

“Hmm, how about we go get ice cream. Sound good? Knew it would, hold my hand when crossing the street angel.”

- if you wake up from a nightmare and immediately regress, he’s there to hold and comfort you

“Hey hey,, shhh. It’s okay, they can’t hurt you anymore. Dadas here now, okay? How’s a bottle of warm milk sound, baby”

- hate online is a huge thing regressors face, so what would he do if you’re scrolling through the agere tag and see someone calling a regressor and their caregiver gross and playing into kink??

“Turn that off, no more screen time okay? No no, don’t listen to them. You know what you need, not them. No, love. You aren’t gross or weird. I love you to the moon and back.”

- all in all, he’d be very loving and supportive!!! He would definitely go through a learning curve of what you specifically need, but he’d be such a good caregiver I just know it!!

Remember, if you regress you are soooo valid and loved!! It’s not gross or a kink, and I’m happy you found a healthy way to cope :)

Let me know if you want more of this kinda stuff?? And I am taking requests!! If my asks aren't working (they should be on!!) then just shoot me a dm or comment :)

#bnha aizawa #sfw agere #mha agere #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #aizawa sensei #gender neutral reader #mha headcanons

[supernovaa-remnant]

I heard about this Shubble person recently, I stayed out of drama as much as I could but, what happened now??? You even wrote this in one of your tags "#I really did love him a lot (parasocially)". I was busy this week so I don't know what is happening now.

I highly recommend people watch Shubble’s vod on her twitch channel (I don’t have a link but I can’t imagine it’s that difficult to find). Be mindful though as the vod does talk about abuse which is a very triggering topic, so make sure to be taking care of yourself. I’m gonna put the rest of the post under the cut, so people can easily scroll past this if they want to.

As a little summary, Shubble streamed yesterday and talked about her abusive ex. She didn’t name anyone, but she also wasn’t hiding who it was, and contrary to what some people may say, a lot of the dots being connected are stuff we know from past streams and comments from friends and not leaked info.

So, the incredibly most likely case is that it was Wilbur. I’m not gonna get into everything Shelby said because she said it on her stream, but the signs do point to Wilbur, and you’d have to reach significantly further to claim she was talking about someone else. There’s not a lot of British male ccs who have a bigger audience than her who have a history of biting people and have reason to be going on long travels (tour) where they wouldn’t see each other often.

Listen. I was a certified dreambur blog, okay? Everyone who glanced in my direction knew that I was a Wilbur fan. Everyone knows that I loved him so fucking much. But that’s not an excuse to bury my head in the sand and ignore everything, y’know?

Anyway, this is gonna be the last time I talk abt this publicly (I’m sure my friends will hear more in DMs though sorry <3), so I’m gonna throw a bit more stuff here abt my blog going forward.

I will eventually talk abt c!wilbur again. I’m still gonna write my silly little c!dreambur aus, I’ve just put them on the back burner. regardless of cc actions, I genuinely do love so many of the characters on the dsmp. I’ll probably be focused on some other fics for a while, but c!wilbur’s my cat and I don’t think he’s leaving my brain soon. I just need a little time.

I think cc!wilbur is someone who needs help. and I genuinely do hope he gets that help. but having mental health struggles isn’t an excuse. and I just can’t see myself engaging in his content in the foreseeable future. you’re not gonna see me post neg about him. you’re just likely not gonna see me post anything about him at all.

I’m happy to know Shubble has an amazing support system. I’m so sorry she had to go through something so horrible. I’m wishing her nothing but the best, and everyone should check out her YouTube channel!! I haven’t watched her newest video yet, but I did watch Lizzie’s pov of the collab, so I know it’s a fun concept

If people have questions that this post doesn’t answer, then I’m happy to answer them in DMs, but I don’t wanna talk abt this publicly anymore. (I reserve a right to change my mind though if I for some reason feel the need to post abt it again)

Anyway, take care of yourselves. Love is never ever wasted, okay? And all that love belongs to you. And it’s always a good thing to put more love out into the world. Never feel guilty for loving, okay? 🫂

#tw abuse #stella answers #thenaiads

[theworldofotps]

Sharing Secrets

(Are These Cute Drabble Part Two)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Word Count: 1,271 Description: Rhea finally shares her secret with you.

Part One

Thank you so much to @new-zealand-chic for reading over a majority of this I appreciate it. Thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me keep from fucking it up with stuff going too fast. That’s why yall didn’t get smut I decided to do that in the final part 3😂🤣

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“I’m telling you Damian I didn’t think I was going to make it. I had to make up an excuse on why I couldn’t hang out with her until after dinner. And then when I went to sleep I kept seeing them in my dreams.”

Rhea drops her head on the table causing Damian to wince.

“Okay first off, don’t do that you’re going to get a headache or damage your brain more so then it already is.”

“Piss off!”

She laughs, turning her head to look at him and give him the finger.

“Asshole.”

Chuckling Damian shrugs his shoulders.

“Look, you’ve been crushing on her for nearly a year and a half. I think it’s time you just come right out and tell her. If it’s getting to the point you can’t escape her even in your dreams which will start keeping you up at night. Then you need to tell her, knowing is better then wondering and stressing yourself out. Besides it’s y/n she’s not going to kick you out of her life if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“I suppose you’re probably right, I should just come right out and tell her. Maybe we’ll just have only a small awkward time period. Thank D I really appreciate all the help and advice you’ve given me with this.”

“You’re welcome. I'm happy to help you out anyway I can. You’re familia and as such you get all the big brother privileges.”

Giving him a hug Rhea finishes her lunch and promises to text him later with details. Heading back towards her room Rhea pulls out her phone.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Hey I need to talk to you about something? Are you free to meet? It’s kinda personal so maybe my or your room would work best

Hesitating for a few moments Rhea sighs she needed to do this but the fear it could all end horribly wouldn’t leave her mind. Taking a deep breath she pressed send then shoves her phone into her pocket. Best to just leave it out of sight for now.

Taking the elevator to her hotel room Rhea swipes her key and closes the door behind her. She needed something to keep her mind busy while she waited.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Yeah uh give me ten minutes and I’ll just come to yours

Goth Wife💋🖤: Okay thanks see you soon

“Okay okay so just gotta spit it out when she gets here.”

Rhea mumbles to herself as she rubs her palms on her pants. She was trying not to freak out, the unknown of what could happen was really making her anxious.

“It’s just y/n one of your best friends you can tell her anything.”

Looking in the mirror to give herself a pep talk. When she hears a knock the fear spikes up as she turns to the door. She was half tempted to just pretend she wasn’t here and forget about everything.

“Rhea? Come on open up, it's cold out in the hallway.”

“Be right there!”

Taking a deep breath she once more wipes off her pants then opens the door letting you in.

“Hey thanks for coming, go ahead and have a seat wherever.”

Hanging the do not disturb sign cause the last thing they needed was a coworker knocking and stealing Rhea’s nerve to do this.

Turning to see you sat on a chair Rhea tried to swallow around the sudden lump in her throat.

“What did you need to talk about? Is everything okay, did I do something?”

“No no you didn’t do anything I just wanted to try and tell you something. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while and every time I get close I lose my nerve.”

Sitting on her bed facing you Rhea opens her mouth to speak.

“I uh.”

‘Come on Ripley just say it for crying out loud!’

“I like you.”

‘Way to sound like a fucking middle schooler.’

“Yeah I like you too, I already knew that.”

You laugh softly and watch her noticing how her cheeks were slowly turning a pink.

“No I mean I have feelings for you like I am crushing on you. Not just I like you as a friend. I know this is probably shocking but figured it was time you knew. Now I don’t expect anything okay? Just making that clear so you don’t feel pressured. But you deserve to know and.”

“I like you too Rhea, the same way you feel about me.”

Rhea stops and looks at you tilting her head to the side in surprise.

“Wait you do?”

“Of course I do. How much more transparent do I need to be? I’ve been dropping hints for a while now.”

You say with a smile shaking your head a soft laugh leaving you.

“Rhea I literally sent you a underwear pic wearing YOUR merch with my boobs almost visible. If that isn’t clear enough that I have feelings for you then I don’t know what else I have to do. Because sending photos like that is not something that happens with my other friends.”

“I’m sorry I thought you were just being cheeky, I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t there’s no need to feel stupid, but I’m glad you’ve told me.”

Standing you walk over and gently take her hands in yours.

“This is a conversation I’ve wanted to have with you for a long time. I just wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.”

Rhea confesses and gently kisses the back of your hands. Pulling you to sit beside her Rhea sighs.

“So where do we go from here?”

Thinking for a moment you look back at her.

“Well, I think we should do whatever feels best for us. If you want to make it official, or if you want to go on dates first it’s whatever we want. Every relationship is different.”

“I want everything that goes with being yours, I want us to be girlfriends but I also want us to be able to enjoy some privacy before we tell everyone. If that’s okay with you, I mean maybe we can tell Damian.”

You say looking at her, your heart was pounding as you waited to hear her thoughts.

“Will you be my girlfriend y/n?”

Rhea smiles watching your face light up as you quickly nod your head.

“I’d love to.”

Pulling you into a hug Rhea feels a sense of peace, the secret that she’d been keeping for so long was finally out.

“Can I ask you something now that you’ve gotten that situated?”

You whisper, pulling back to look at her, a small smile on your face as she agrees.

“What was your reaction to the picture I sent you?”

“I was pleasantly surprised. That's why I couldn’t meet you until after dinner because I was trying to collect myself. But that’s all that kept popping into my head for the rest of the night.”

Rhea confesses as she looks at her hands.

“And that’s why you cut our hangout early?”

“Yep, I just couldn’t look at you and stop thinking about that picture.”

Normally you weren’t so straightforward but with Rhea you felt like you could say anything and seeing the badass Rhea Ripley so shy and awkward was cute.

“Well as much as I would like to let you have a repeat of that picture but in person, I think we should go out for dinner or something first.”

Looking up at you surprised, Rhea chuckles and stands up looking at you with a smirk.

“Lets go gorgeous lets see where the night takes us.”

#wwe #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley

[yourangel137]

Bloodstains on the curtain / chapter 2

Here is chapter two! I hope you all like it<3 tagging: @pix-stuff as promised.

Pairings: yandere/murderer!Childe x GN!reader

Warnings: stress/anxiety

Genre: mostly fluff

Type: Series

Word count: 1123 words

Summary: Is it truly him? Is he truly the killer? He can't be.. he's just too kind, right?

It’s hard to figure out how you’re supposed to feel after such an event, your stomach still twists and feels sick upon remembering the scene you saw just a week ago. After the police had safely brought you home, you haven’t been able to rest. Nightmares upon nightmares happen, no matter how many hours you decide to sleep. Your parent decided to call a therapist for you, someone who is able to help you let go of your trauma. Yet nobody knows what truly bothers you.

Why does the killer have the exact same keychain as Tartaglia?

Your best friend, Tartaglia, might be hiding more than you thought at first. Your best friend, the person you fell so hard for that it hurts knowing he might be a killer. It must be a coincidence right?

A knock can be heard on your door, your eyes immediately darting towards your bedroom door before it opens up and your mother enters your bedroom. “I made you some dinner, do you want to eat it here or with me downstairs?” She asks you, her worry still clearly present in her voice.

“Here, if you don’t mind. I just need a moment for myself..”

“Okay, I get it. Times are very tough right now but just know I’m here for you ok? I’ll bring you a plate.” And there she went again, going downstairs to get you a plate before going back up with it and putting it on your desk.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it..” Your mother’s smile is enough of an answer to your gratitude before she leaves you alone again.

A coincidence... It must’ve been a coincidence... A bright yellow star keychain, the same keychain you gave to Tartaglia as a little token of appreciation towards all he’d done for you. You still remember where you bought it, how it was the last one in stock and how happy Tartaglia got from such a small gift.

It has to be a coincidence.

You slowly begin eating the food your mother made for you, brain still pondering who the killer could possibly be. Your phone lights up and you see a message from your best friend, but for now you decide to ignore it.

‘If Tartaglia really is the killer? Would I be able to tell the police?’ You think to yourself. How could you possibly send your best friend of 10 years to jail? Someone you managed to develop such strong feelings for? Is it normal to doubt yourself?

Your phone lights up again, this time ringing fills your ears, breaking your trail of thoughts and worries. Quickly you swallow the last bit of food down before picking up the phone. “Heeeeey, my star, it’s Tartaglia~ Are you feeling a bit better today? Did I scare you again by calling randomly? You didn’t check my messages so.. I hope you don’t mind me simply calling you~” The corners of your mouth lift up, cheeks flushing slightly, all while your heart skips beats of happiness.

‘Nah, he can’t be the killer.’

“No I don’t mind you calling me, not at all actually! I was just eating dinner so I couldn’t reply immediately, sorry about that. I feel a bit better today, I’m just very tired.. How are you feeling today?”

His happy giggles melt your heart before he answers back: “I’m glad you don’t mind me calling, I’m just worried about you, ya know? I’m doing great now I hear your voice again~” His random flirting immediately gets to you and your cheeks flush once more. “Are you still getting nightmares? I hope they are gone.. but then again, I can’t imagine how horrible that scene must’ve looked..”

“It’s getting better, but I still get them frequently. I’m sure it’ll go away eventually, right?” you reply with a positive tone in your voice.

“I do hope so.. But hey! Now that girl won’t bother you anymore right? With the bullying? Isn’t that something positive at least?”

Your words get stuck in your throat, saliva building up while you remain silent. Tartaglia coughs up a forced chuckle and softly states it’s a stupid joke he shouldn’t have made.

“You’re right though.. She won’t bully me anymore.. I just don’t know how to feel about why she won’t bully me anymore. Do people genuinely deserve to die because they hurt another person?”

The other line stays quiet this time, yet the air turns thick and the silence makes you so uncomfortable. After a few minutes you hear his voice speak out again:

“Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. At least you’re safe, right Y/N? That’s all I care about, your safety.”

“...”

“Anyways~! Do you have plans tomorrow? School is still closed so we could hang out if you’d like? We could go out and shop for new clothes or just get some ice cream or lunch? What do you think?”

Before you know it, a tear drops down your cheek, worry filling your heart again. You clutch onto your sweatshirt while you hold back the urge to cry. “I almost died back then Tartaglia..”

“You won’t die, nobody will hurt you, my star. You got me, right? I’ll keep you safe even if it’ll cost me my life. Nobody will hurt you, nobody will. I’ll make sure of it, okay Y/N? Can you believe me and trust me with that?”

You hum softly while nodding, wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek. “Please.. Keep me safe.. I’m scared the killer saw me and I’m next on the list..”

You hear a soft sad sigh from the other line before you hear his softer and more gentle voice speak out once again: “I promise, I’ll keep you safe. How about tomorrow I’ll come pick you up and I’ll hold your hand the whole time while we shop together, hm? I’m sure that’ll make you feel a lot safer right?” He ends the sentence with a cute chuckle.

“Alright.. I’d like some fresh air actually.. Text me the time you’ll be here then, okay? I’ll stop calling now.. I’m getting very tired.” Not even 10 seconds later you already see his message appear with the time, making you chuckle slightly from his enthusiasm.

“There you go! I hope you sleep well tonight. Dream of me instead! I’ll even protect you in your dreams~”

You sigh and face palm your forehead softly from his very obvious flirting. “Alright dumbass, I’ll dream of you instead.” You hear his gasp on the other line and can’t help but laugh. “Goodnight to you too.. Thank you by the way. Byee byee~”

I guess tomorrow will be your first time going outside after the incident, how is that going to go?

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Hope u have a lovely day<3

Much love,

Angel

Last updated: 07-08-2023

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[wardenparker]

Staring Over - Chapter 4

Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst​

Recently arrived in Texas and only slightly removed from his divorce, Marcus finds himself smitten with the women at the housewares store that is helping him furnish his new Austin condo. It becomes a more complicated situation than he could have expected, but Marcus has never been one to shy away from a challenge when love is on the line. ✨This fic takes place *before* the events of The Mentalist.✨  

Rating: M for Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 8.6k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this fic will include divorce, past abusive relationships, deceased parents, father issues.* Cursing and food mentions. Discussions of family trauma, life-changing events, further divorce drama because Amanda is the actual worst. **Spoiler Trigger IN TAGS, but I didn’t want to put it here for those who like to be surprised!** Summary: It’s been weeks since Amanda showed up uninvited with the ugly news that she and Marcus are not actually divorced, and life is about to get a hell of a lot more complicated. Notes: Y’all, watching people hate on Amanda Perez Pike is just warming my heart in a way that makes me giddy. So glad to see everyone is enjoying the story so far!

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3

Having a Saturday off this weekend was a welcome blessing to be able to spend time with Marcus, until you got sent home from work yesterday. And today, again. The season changes always seem to bring in a slight cold, but this spring has been horrible. So bad that you’re thinking of using a few vacation days to turn your one day off into a miniature sick leave.

To: Marcus Pike: “I think I need to take a rain check on our park date tonight, baby. I really don’t feel good. I’m so sorry.”

Maybe you’ll curl up with a book and spend Friday night in bed with a cup of the Get Happy tea from work that you’ve been addicted to. Missing Marcus sucks, but if you’re actually coming down with something, you don’t want him to catch it, too.

From: Marcus Pike: “Baby let me bring you some wonton soup and cuddle with you on the sofa. I hate that you have been so sick, and I want to help you. Besides, I need some comfort after the last meeting with Amanda and lawyers.”

You pout at your phone on your way out to your car and shake your head. It’s been almost two months since Amanda appeared out of thin air to ruin Marcus’s life and the tangled web of her bullshit isn’t looking like it can be unraveled any time soon.

To: Marcus Pike: If you’re sure. I just don’t want to get you sick by accident if this is actually a cold instead of allergies.

From: Marcus Pike: 1000% sure. I'll grab the soup and be over as soon as I can. Do you need anything else baby? Cough drops, Pepto, tampons?

To: Marcus Pike: Some ginger ale? Thank you, handsome. See you after work.

It’s not until you’re in your car with the engine turning over that you pause. Tampons. When was the last time you had your period?? Besides some spotting in the last few weeks…did it skip last month? Why can’t you remember? The stress of Amanda being around and a few of the sales associates at work quitting all at once had completely taken up your attention. Being shorthanded and essentially haunted by your not-boyfriend’s not-ex-wife seemed like plenty enough stress to turn cause a skipped period, if it had actually skipped. Had it…? Fuck

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Marcus is grateful for the fact that you had given him a key to your condo a month ago. It makes it easy to slip inside and bring in the bags without bothering you to come to the door. He hopes that you are asleep, getting the rest that you need, and he hates that you haven't let him over for the past few days to take care of you. Humming, he brings the bags into the kitchen and tries to let the stress of the day roll off his shoulders. It was getting ridiculous, Amanada's demands and her lawyers kept telling her to settle but she was not budging. Dragging her feet and trying to contest everything. She was even claiming the money from the sale of the house in Oregon had been given to Marcus so now a forensic accountant was going through his accounts.

"I thought I heard your car." You had been out in the garden with your tea, soothing your clear overreaction to the ridiculous idea that you could be pregnant with the sunlight in the garden while you waited for him to come over. Shutting the backdoor behind you, you set your mug down on the counter and open your arms to offer him a hug. "How was work?"

He needs this, the feeling of your warmth and love around him. The solid wall of comfort that only you can provide, even while you are not feeling your best. He holds you tight and rubs your back while pressing his lips to your hair and rocking back and forth with you gently. "Work was fine." He mumbles, kissing your head again. "Work is good. How are you feeling? What do you need from me?" He asks, pulling away and noticing the tired and slightly worried look on your face.

"I was just having a minor breakdown in the garden." You sigh heavily, having decided over the last hour that it's best to tell him about your little freak out rather than keep it a secret and let the worry fester. "I...need to talk to you about something. If that's okay." Seeing the instant worry on his face, you shake your head again and cup both of his cheeks in your hands. "Everything's okay. I was just thinking through something, that's all."

"Okayyyyyyyyy." He's cautious but he trusts you. If you say that everything's okay, then he will believe you. "What were you thinking through, beautiful?" He asks softly.

“Um…” The thing you absolutely had not figured out how to handle was telling him your paranoid thought. No brilliant, creative, soothing way of revealing the worry had occurred to you. No flash of genius to land this softly on his shoulders. To fill the space, you grab two bowls and plates for whatever other food he had brought, piling things up in your arms to grab forks and spoons so he can follow behind with drinks and the bag of food. “When you asked me if I needed anything else…” Breathe. “You…you asked specifically about tampons. And I realized…I don’t actually remember if I got my period last month.”

It takes less than two seconds to make the connection and Marcus' eyes widen and drop down to your stomach before darting back up to your face. Ten thousand emotions are warring inside him all at once and he can't panic. Not when you are looking at him like he's a life preserver and one the edge of having a breakdown yourself. "Okay." He swallows and nods, pulling his keys out of his pocket again. "I'll go get a test. Or two tests." He tells you, wanting to put your mind at ease as well as his own.

“I grabbed one from Naomi’s bathroom.” Your roommate, bless her paranoia, always seemed to be ready for every contingency. In this case, you had actually had to stop yourself from taking it instantly, wanting to talk it through with Marcus before doing anything at all. “I didn’t lie to you, honey. I’m on the pill. I have been since I was 16. So, there is absolutely no reason to think I could be pregnant. But…I’ve been thinking it over, and I would feel more comfortable if I took a test, just to be sure. A lot of stress symptoms can coincide with pregnancy symptoms, including missing your period, and I’ve definitely been stressed lately. I just…I felt like you deserved to know that a test is being taken. And I thought you would want to be here when it is.”

"Breathe." Marcus drops his keys on the counter and reaches up to cup your cheeks with both hands gently, giving you a soft, reassuring smile. "I know that stress can cause a lack of period and I'm absolutely confident that you didn't lie to me." He knows that. You weren't the type and the past seven weeks getting to know you without touching you intimately again had proven to him over and over again that you were the woman for him. "If it makes you feel better, I think you should take the test and I'll sit right here or sit in the bathroom with you. You tell me what you need from me."

For the millionth time in seven weeks, you desperately wish you could kiss him again, so you reach for his hand and press an ardent kiss to its back - the small symbol of intimacy that you’ve created between you that stands in for every larger act that the two of you are not currently engaging in. “I’m going to go upstairs and take the test, just to put my mind at ease. Will you set up dinner and maybe pick out a movie to watch?” Looking up into his face, you can see that crease in his forehead deepen measurably. “And maybe let me snitch one or two of the crab rangoon that I know you have in that bag?”

He nods and leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. "I'll even be generous and split them with you." He offers, shooting you a small grin and loving when you giggle slightly. "Go take the test, baby." He wants to be up there with you, but he understands that you might need to do it alone.

The little plastic stick is sitting on the counter in your bathroom when you get back upstairs, right where you left it and just as judgmental in how it’s staring at you. As mechanically as you would sit down and pee for any other reason, you unwrap the test and follow the directions. Your intention was to sit in your bathroom after you had finished and washed your hands, but it’s too nerve wracking. For as certain as you are that it will be negative, the small, nagging possibility that it might not be, has you back downstairs with a minute still left before the test has fully developed. “I don’t know why I’m so anxious.” You admit softly, appearing at the bottom of the stairs again to find that Marcus has turned your coffee table into a small altar to food and drink.

He looks up at you and gives you a smile before his brow furrows slightly. He hadn't been timing you. Nope. It wasn't like he knew you had been upstairs for two minutes and forty-five seconds and most pregnancy tests that he knows of take at least three minutes. "Already done?" He asks, moving over to you and pulling you into his arms for a comforting hug.

“Nearly.” Checking your phone from the safety of his arms, you watch the last seconds tick down together, inhaling almost in unison when the timer goes off. The test is in your other hand. It’s not a million miles away, or an object of actual harm, but you’re still holding it away from your body like it might reach out and pinch you. “I need you to look,” you decide finally, burying your face in his chest. Now that you’ve spent well over an hour mulling the idea over and over and over in your mind…it sounds like it might be wonderful to have a child with Marcus. But the way you’re both living now is…less than ideal. To put it very gently.

"Of course." He could see the worry in your eyes, even if you are trying to hide it. Very similar to the same twisting of Marcus' gut. It's not that he doesn't want kids, fuck does he, but like this? "It's just the stress, baby." He promises you with a surety he doesn't exactly feel. He takes the test from you and inhales softly, taking a deep breath before he turns it over. Staring at it for a second in disbelief before he looks down at you with wonder, horror and excitement all mixed up in one expression. "It's— it's positive." He whispers, holding it out to show you.

“That’s good, it’s better that—” You had already started talking, preemptively pushing out the words you had been thinking as loudly as you could to convince yourself that a negative result wouldn’t make you upset. “It’s what?” Your head shoots up when you finally register his words, both of your hands cradling his hand holding the test so you can get a better look at them. “Oh my god…”

Marcus is thinking about ten thousand things at once and nothing all at the same time. He's terrified of the idea that he is just like his father and that makes him want to throw up and yet he also wants to celebrate that the woman he loves is carrying his child. He chokes out a sound and nods. "A baby."

“Oh my god…” There doesn’t actually seem to be a more articulate sentence in your head right now, and that bothers you more than you would like to admit. This is something you want. Something Marcus wants. But neither of you wanted it like this. Nudging him toward the sofa, you still haven’t let go of his hands. “We’re…oh my god.”

"I'm going to give her what she wants." He tells you quickly, getting you settled and cupping your cheek. "I'll promise her the trust when it's available if she'll sign the divorce papers." He would do anything to be free of her right at this moment. Anything to make him free to love you like he wants to, needs to. “We're going to have a baby.”

“Marcus, no.” You’re already shaking your head at him before you can pull him down to sit next to you. “You can’t be serious. She doesn’t get away with all of this Scott-free just because we’re…pregnant.” You can barely say the word. It's still such a shock to your system. Not that you’re upset about it - actually as the seconds tick by it’s starting to sound exciting - but because you’re still in shock. “She doesn’t get to hurt you and get away with it.”

"But—”

“Baby, think about it.” Finding his eyes, you know your own are clouded with worry and - if you’re honest with yourself - fear. “Would you ever be able to stop being mad at her, if she ended up with the money? Even if you were never going to touch it, you would despise giving it to her. We should take a look at the wording of the trust again. Maybe there’s something we missed, or we can tie it up for the baby or something.”

He closes his eyes and blows out a breath. "You think I'll blame you..." He whispers softly. "If I give her the money."

“I don’t know.” The thought hadn’t been as clear in your head, but…that is a large part of it. Twenty-five million dollars is more money than you have any real concept of, and as far as you can tell, giving it to Amanda is the most heinous use of millions in the world. “But I know you’re not your father. And your father gives people money to make them happy. Regardless of the surrounding circumstances.”

You've got him there. He opens his eyes and finds yours. His fingers curl around your neck and he drags you close to him to press his forehead against yours. Wanting so desperately to give in and kiss you but the reminder of his father looms heavily on his shoulder. "You're right. I don't want her to have it. Not when she's actively ruining this time for us." He whispers. "I love you. I love you so much."

“I love you, too.” The words have passed between you so many times over the last few weeks that it’s a relief and a comfort in this moment. “I think…I think we have some things to figure out.”

He gives a small snort. "Some things?" He asks, cracking a smile. "We need to get Amanda to go the fuck away." He leans back against the sofa and brings you with him. "And a doctor's appointment for you. Just to verify and start you on prenatal vitamins."

“Okay, a lot of things.” Curled into his side, your hand carefully lays itself on your deceptively normal, if slightly bloated belly. You’d thought it was a couple of extra pounds from eating out with Marcus more often, but this is definitely bigger than that. “Like trying to figure out how the fuck my birth control failed.”

He hums, leaning back and his hand joins yours on your stomach. He can't help the smile that rides across his face when he realizes that his baby, your baby, is right underneath your hands. "Did you miss any days?" He asks, knowing that it can happen when you are busy. "Or take antibiotics?"

“No, I’ve been really good about it.” The importance of keeping your birth control has been drilled into you young, when your mother had found the shredded condom box in your bathroom garbage and taken you to the doctor the next day. “And this is the first time I’ve felt sick in ages.” Just from pure curiosity, you pull your phone out of your pocket and Google a quick search for things that could interfere with birth control. The fourth item on the first list you find makes you curse and jump up from the couch. “Son of a bitch!” You call out from the kitchen, coming back into sight with the tin of tea that you’ve been drinking nonstop for months in your hand. “St John’s Wort. It was my damn tea.”

He chuckles, knowing how often you brew yourself a cup of tea and shakes his head. "I guess that's our answer." He can't be mad, not at you and not about something like this.

“They should put a warning label on shit like that.” You’re not upset, somehow. Surprised, obviously, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad about something this miraculous. “I guess the universe wanted to make sure we’d stick together,” you joke, a small smile creeping across your face.

“You aren’t getting rid of me now.” He tells you playfully, sending you a wink.

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” The cup of ginger ale he poured for you is calling your name, and you nab it to take a sip. “I hate when you don’t stay over even though you’re sleeping on my couch and not next to me. I don’t know how clingy I’m going to start feeling once I’m a couple of months along.”

He gives a small groan and pulls you down onto the couch again and somehow miraculously avoids you spilling your drink. “I— god.” He whines, curling around you thinking about it. “I might have to sleep next to you.” He murmurs softly. “Hold you. I’ve missed it.” He knows it’s silly since it’s been one night that he’s gotten to hold you while he slept, but he dreams of it.

“It’s up to you.” Not a single night has gone by when his space next to you hasn’t been open if he wants it, but you know the whole situation is about to get a hell of a lot harder in him. As much as you want to beg him to just kiss you for fuck’s sake, you know that’s not fair.

He tells himself that it’s a special occasion. The woman he loves is pregnant with his child. He cups your cheek and nuzzles his nose against yours. “Can I—” he hesitates, knowing it’s not fair, but he wants to kiss you so badly.

You swallow down the immediate YES! response that resounds in your mind, knowing how big a question it is that he is actually asking. “It’s always okay with me,” you assure him quietly. The fact that he’s so close that you’re practically salivating and panting for him is beside the point. “It’s always up to you.”

He groans and leans closer. Touching your lips to his for the first kiss in seven long, desperately dry weeks. Closing his eyes and sighing against your lips.

It’s a goddamn miracle you manage to put your drink down on the table in time to wrap your arms around him. You have to force yourself not to open your mouth, not to deepen the kiss, not to fucking crawl into his lap like you want to, but just allow this moment as a privilege in the midst of something unbelievable. All the self-restraint in the world doesn’t keep your cunt from clenching down on nothing when the reality of kissing him again is so much better than your memory.

He tries to keep it light, but he’s helpless to do anything but deepen the kiss. Opening his mouth and his moans when you do the same, inviting his tongue into your mouth and he’s immediately accepting.

The sheer bliss of having him with you again nearly fogs your mind over completely, and you go right with it when his strong, sure arms pull you flush against him, and you groan at the feeling of his body firm against you.

“God.” He groans into your mouth, ravenous for you and unable to do more than just plunder your mouth. Sliding his hands down and squeezing your ass while he drags you on top of him, practically whimpering when he feels the heat from your core against the tented crotch of his suit.

“Jesus, baby.” Instinctively searching for that amazing feeling of friction, your hips take on a mind of their own when they grind down in his lap, and you gasp at how hard he is just from kissing you. From kissing. Kissing you. Something he was dead set on not doing while he’s still legally married to the demon of a woman known as Amanda Perez Pike. “Marcus…” It takes every ounce of physical and emotional strength you have to pull away from him, panting desperately as you press your forehead together. “Baby…we can’t…”

He murmurs a protest and chases your lips for a moment before your words penetrate the sheer need that is coursing through his veins. For a second he feels like you are rejecting him but then he realizes why you stopped him and if it's possible, he falls just a little bit more in love with you. "Fuck." He whispers, squeezing you and exhaling roughly before he lunges up and presses his lips to yours again, much more sedately this time before he leans back. "I'm sorry, baby." He whispers, blushing slightly at how out of control he got.

“I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.” Smoothing one hand down the pinpricks of stubble on his jaw, you can’t help but hate all the rules all over again. You know that he needs them for his peace of mind, and you don’t begrudge him that, but you really, really hate them sometimes. “We may need to reevaluate what physical acts of intimacy are off limits,” you suggest, willing to admit that it’s a slightly self-serving idea. “And…figure out how we’re going to handle relationship questions when they inevitably pop up. Doctors, nurses, complete strangers being nosy once I start showing…all of that…”

His head drops back against the cushions and he lets out an angry huff. "Jesus." He hisses. hating how his ex-wife - he will never again think of her as his wife no matter how much she tries to get to him to - has messed up his life with you. "I—I want you to move in." He admits softly. "With me. I don't want to miss a minute of you being pregnant and if— if she's going to be stubborn about this...." He knows he can't keep the rigid set of rules in place, he won't survive. Not with you now carrying his baby.

“She’s absolutely going to be stubborn.” You know she is, and there is nothing you want more right now than to punt her back to Oregon. “But I don’t want to let her stop us from having this.” Climbing carefully out of his lap, you move back to the edge of the couch to offer him his plate. Cold crab rangoon isn’t fun for anyone, and eating will help you keep your hands off each other. “Can I ask you something?”

"Anything, baby." Marcus takes the plate and reaches down to adjust himself before he leans forward to grab your ginger ale for you to take when you settle back with your own plate. He knows that Amanda will be stubborn, the fact that she is still sleeping in his spare bedroom on an air mattress said that. Even though she had whined and complained about it hurting her back. She had shut up when he told her that the hotel had very soft beds.

“If you take Amanda out of the equation,” which is the fucking dream, if you’re both honest with yourselves. “If it was just us, two months into a reasonably normal relationship and I find out I’m pregnant…” With your free hand, you reach out and squeeze his arm gently. “What question would you be asking me right now?”

Marcus sends you an 'are you kidding me?' look and gives a slight chuckle. "I would be asking you how you felt about the last name Pike." He tells you honestly. "Not just because you are pregnant. Although that would have prompted me to move up my timetable— but also because I know that once I am out of this mess, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

It’s good to see that you know him as well as you think you do. Marcus isn’t an extremely subtle man sometimes, and you thought you’d caught him poking around in your jewelry box last weekend when you were getting ready to go out. “I want that, too.” You know that for sure, and with no hesitation. A chaste relationship hasn’t been all fun and games, but it definitely has led to a lot more talking and spending time together outside the bedroom, and you’ve loved every minute you’ve spent with him. “I think moving in with you is going to be tricky because of the Death Eater in the guest room, but it will be nice to dream about what color we want to paint it for a nursery once she’s gone.”

He snorts, lifting his brow at the very apt nickname for Amanda. "Well, maybe if you are living there, she will stop walking around naked." He grumbles, tired of basically burying his head in his phone walking through his own damn house. "Although I can walk through that place with my eyes closed now and not run into anything."

“You never know,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “I have seen her naked before, even if it was ten years ago. She may not give a shit.”

He nearly chokes again but it's a very different image in his mind this time. One that if it wasn't his ex-wife in, he would be happy to entertain. He closes his eyes and shakes his head and huffs.

Giving yourself a moment to stall by munching a little on your dinner, you take the extra second to breathe as well. A baby. You’re going to have a baby. With possibly the best man you’ve ever known in your life. As bad as things may be in other ways, the fact that there will be a new baby Pike in the world in a few months makes everything a hell of a lot brighter. “If I’m going to move in - which I want to, by the way, so no take-backs - we need to seriously evaluate the whole no touching and no kissing thing, I think? I just…not because I want to force you into anything or I’m trying to talk you into anything. But because I don’t want you trying to hold yourself to an impossible standard of saint-like behavior when we’re going to start sharing a bed pretty permanently.”

He has been thinking about this a lot. Endlessly at night, when he’s holding a pillow on your couch instead of in your bed curled around you. “I know.” He keeps his eyes on his plate and tries to form words around his thoughts. “It’s - it’s not going to work if I try to keep a barrier between us.” He admits softly, knowing that every day has him shuffling closer to the edge of sanity. “And I know how I’m going to react to your changing body through your pregnancy.” He leans forward and sets down his plate to turn and look at you seriously. “I am going to marry you. Make this – us - legitimate.” It’s such a stupid thing to be hung up on, especially in today’s society. But his own experience has him hesitant to let his child experience one moment of feeling like he didn’t have a place. “I’m tired of not kissing you.” He whispers. “Touching you. It sucks.”

“It really sucks.” You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips as you nod your agreement. “And I think…I think forcing yourself to pretend it’s all one hundred percent okay is just as harmful as pretending none of it is okay. So, we don’t have to do anything quickly. We can move my stuff in and let ourselves have some more physical intimacy, but…slowly? If that makes any sense at all?”

“How about I hold you while we sleep and kiss you, but we hold off on anything else? Because, obviously, the baby is not happy with you right now.” Marcus offers, comforted by your offer. He knows that you are never going to push him for more than he can give.

“Clearly.” The laugh you huff out is grumpy at best. Your hand travels down to your belly again and you shake your head. “They really wanted me to know they’re there.”

“I know this is going to sound insane, given your reaction, but— you want this, right?” He knows it’s not the best of circumstances, but he wouldn’t dream of fighting you if it wasn’t something you wanted with everything in your being.

“If I didn’t, I would have said so right away.” With permission agreed upon that kissing can happen now, you gently lean over to press your lips to the corner of his mouth before pulling away. “I love you, Marcus. And I love this tiny little Pike-ette, too.”

“Pike-ette.” He chuckles and kisses you again. “You need to eat, baby.” He pulls away and chides you lightly. “I know you haven’t been. And we need to make a doctor’s appointment.”

“I’ve been trying.” You whine, looking down at your belly with an exaggerated pout. “Somebody is just a little picky about what their incubator has to eat, apparently.”

Marcus sets his plate down and bends down, pulling your shirt up and scrubbing his nose against your belly. “Hey there, mini-me.” He looks up at you and winks. “Be nice to your mama, okay?” He looks back down at your belly and kisses your skin softly. “But we both love you.”

It’s impossible to hold back the few little tears that well up at that - at sweet, gentle, loving Marcus talking to the little nugget of a baby nestled inside you - and you quickly scrub them off your cheeks and sniffle the rest away before they can develop. “If we end up with a girl, you’re going to be wrapped around her tiny little finger the second she’s born,” you tease with a small grin.

“You mean I’m not already?” He asks, giving you a faux look of shock as he pulls your shirt back into place and picks up your cup to hand to you.

That makes you snort, and you shake your head at him when he grins at the sound. “You would be a cute girl dad. I envision having to beat the single Girl Scout moms away from you and lots of sparkly markers in cute animal coloring books.”

“Hard to beat them off of me if you are right there.” Marcus tells you, smirking slightly. “And I guess I might have to sport polished nails to work.”

“We’ll get you a cork board for your office.” You can even imagine where he would put it - the wall space above the small sofa in his office being empty and rather sad looking. “Ultrasound pictures, then baby pictures, then a blessed altar to finger-painting.”

He can see it, vividly, and he loves you for you. The fact that this is something that you want just as badly as he does is going to be a constant source of surprise and amazement. “I’m going to drive everyone on my team crazy.” He tells you with a grin.

“There’s only one thing that’s weighing on me a little.” It wasn’t the first or even tenth thing you thought of, but once you had, it wouldn’t go away. “I want to tell my dad in person.”

Marcus chews on his lip, sure that your father would not be happy with the circumstances. He couldn't blame the man for that. He wasn't exactly thrilled by the way that all of this was happening. "Do you want to go visit him, or fly him out here?" He asks softly, reaching for your hand in support. Whatever you wanted to do, he was going to stand by you.

"Trying to convince my father to spend a few days away from the farm for any reason besides the world ending is a pretty impossible endeavor." Your fingers curl around Marcus's, silently thanking him for unquestioning support. "Plus, I'm not too keen on him meeting Amanda. So I'd rather go back home for a few days after we see a doctor and know for sure. But baby..." Squeezing his fingers in yours, you're fairly certain you know how he's going to react, but the offer is important to you. "You don't have to come. He'll love you, but I completely understand if meeting my dad is a layer of stress that is just a little too high right now."

He shakes his head, frowning slightly. "No, absolutely not." Marcus tells you firmly. "I am not going to let you do that alone." He brings your hand up again before he abandons that reflexive move and leans in to kiss you. "I want to meet your dad and tell him that I absolutely will do right by you and our baby."

Thank God he seems to be okay sharing kisses again, because that comfort is sorely needed right now. The more the idea of being pregnant sinks in, the more excited it makes you. "It'll mean having to deal with another ex," you remind him gently. "Erik practically lives on the farm these days."

Shrugging, Marcus sends you a look. "Baby, you have been dealing with the Wicked Witch of the West for two months." He reminds you. "I think I can stand a weekend with the high school sweetheart." The fact that dad approves of your ex does make him a little nervous, plus all the shit with Amanda, but he knows at the end of the day it's your life and you are going to be with who you want to be with.

"Honestly, when it comes to my dad, it's pretty simple." With as horrible as you've been feeling, the soup bowl that Marcus has set into your empty hands is a welcome choice and you sip the broth gratefully. "Just call him 'sir' until he tells you to call him Jim and laugh at his jokes. He's over being a shotgun daddy." You smirk at him, more than a little pleased with himself. "I'm a better shot than him anyway."

He gives a small bark of a laugh and cocks an eyebrow at you. "I'll keep that in mind." He playfully tugs at the loosened collar of his dress shirt. His coat and tie had already been discarded before you had ever come back inside. "Run when the shotgun is waved. Got it."

“Amanda should be very glad that I don’t carry,” you grumble, knowing the number of times she has pissed you off enough to want to go target shooting is higher than you’re proud of.

"I would prefer that you not deliver our baby while you are handcuffed to a bed in a prison ward." He muses. "Although I don't know if a jury would convict you."

You snicker, trying to imagine any jilted lover in the world siding with her. “I’m being a good girl,” you promise him soundly.

He groans at that, cock twitching in his pants and he shoots you a slightly unhappy look. "Don't tease." He whines.

“Wow, just the words? Seriously?” Arching one very impressed eyebrow at him, you just smile softly and inch away from him slightly on the couch to remove further temptation. “I’ll just file that knowledge away for later.”

Marcus blows out a pained sigh. "Amanda needs to sign the fucking papers." He moans, closing his eyes and making a note to call his lawyers.

“We’re okay, love.” It’s inevitable that things are going to get worse before they get better. As soon as she finds out you’re pregnant, Amanda is going to open her wallet expectantly.

"You tell me the moment that changes, baby." He tells you seriously, very aware that this is trying for you.

“Right now, I’m just thinking about which things to move in first.” Offering him a soothing smile, you go back to sipping on your soup for a moment. “Do you want to start tonight? Or is that too soon?”

"Whenever you want." He bites his lip and sends you a wince. "Do you want to move your furniture in or no?" He wants you to bring whatever you want over but the only place to put it is the spare bedroom and he doesn't want Amanda to get too comfortable. He's even taken to locking his bedroom door when he's not home so she can't snoop through his things or use his bed.

“I was thinking we could sell it?” In another universe, everything would just go into the second bedroom, but you would honestly rather sell the bed your baby was conceived in than let Amanda sleep in it. “After all…that second bedroom is going to be a nursery soon, right? And a nursery doesn’t need a queen bed.”

"We can always put it in storage?" He suggests, knowing that he would pay for a storage unit. "It can go into a third bedroom when we find a bigger house."

“We could do that.” The realization that it is, actually, the bed your baby was conceived in makes you never ever want to give it up based purely on sentimental reasons. “Most of the other furniture either isn’t mine or it’s stuff that I don’t mind just giving to Naomi. My stuff is just the bedroom set, my desk and office chair, and my reading chair.”

He nods and gives you a smile. "Mainly your clothes then." He hums. "I say we start moving things over tonight. I want to sleep next to you and hold you tonight."

“And every different kind of drinking glass and kitchen toy under the sun.” You remind him. No matter what other job you’ve had, you’ve worked at Crate & Barrel for ten years - and that’s a hell of a lot of employee discount purchases made over the years. “I’m going to call work in the morning and tell them I’m taking off until I can see a doctor. That will give us a few days to move things and make an appointment.”

"You are not lifting anything heavy." Marcus warns you. "I'll take off tomorrow too." He decides, knowing how stubborn you can be. "I need it after dealing with her and the lawyers today."

“Are you going to let this farm bitch ripped body go to waste?” You grin at him, thinking of the silly video he had sent you the other day. “I know I’m pregnant, but I can carry clothes and kitchen pans.”

“No, I know you can.” Marcus huffs and rolls his eyes. “But I’m pretty sure you would move your reading chair over without asking for help if I wasn’t around.” He lifts a brow and dares you to deny it.

“I can and I would.” And that face makes you grin even at the look of clear disapproval on his face. “But I won’t. Because I know you would worry.”

“You are just already under so much emotional stress with everything.” He knows that Amanda has been getting under your skin. Even if you have been trying to hide it from him. “I just don’t want you to do anything that can hurt yourself or the baby.” He holds his hand up before you can argue the finer points of female fragility and the very real truth that you are stronger than men. He has no problem conceding that point, but- “You’ve been sick for days, baby. You aren’t exactly in fighting, furniture moving, form right now.” He reminds you softly.

“Yeah, but I’m not actually sick,” you argue, despite feeling like relative shit except for the minute and a half you were kissing him earlier. “It’s just the Pike-ette making their presence known. I can handle that.” Under his complete glower, you huff slightly. “I don’t want you feeling like you need to protect me now.”

He huffs right back at you and rolls his eyes. “In what reality did you think that wasn’t going to happen?” He asks you sarcastically.

“I know, I know.” He is a caretaker by nature. Nurturing and loving and protective. “But if I’m stressed, I know you are. And you’re going to wear yourself out in no time if you try to do everything for me.”

“I won’t try to do everything.” He compromises, knowing you are right. “But I feel better today than I have in days being able to take care of you.”

“I didn’t want you to get sick,” you rationalize.

“I know and I love you for it, but I’m a big boy.” He huffs.

You can’t help it, bursting out into a dirty chuckle and shamelessly adding: “Yeah, you are.”

“Oh fuck.” Marcus groans, that hard on he’s been trying to control coming back quickly and making him reach down to adjust again. “Careful. The last time you took it, you got pregnant.” He murmurs, a little smug at that knowledge.

“And what?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Your magic sperm is going to give me twins if we have sex again?”

“At this point, I’d believe it.” He chuckles. “Wouldn’t that be a hell of a story?”

“Father with magic sperm gets mother pregnant twice at the same time! Twins born seven weeks apart!” You quote the headlines with a giggle.

He can’t help but laugh and shake his head at your goofiness. After a moment, he goes silent and gives you a serious look. “You know she’s going to be furious, right?” He doesn’t give a damn what Amanda actually thinks but he knows she will be vicious towards you.

“Yeah.” That was the first thing you had thought of. How pissed off your not-boyfriend’s not-ex-wife would be. And had had a tiny breakdown in the garden about how unfair it was that she was already ruining something else happy before it could be real. “She is. Which is why I think we should look over the wording of the trust to see if it mentions your firstborn’s mother anywhere. She’ll jump on the legalities of being a stepmother if it benefits her.” The idea of her having anything to do with your baby makes your skin crawl, but it’s a very real possibility that she might still be around when they’re born.

He nods. “It says nothing about being married or the state of union when I have a child. But I will have the lawyers double check it.” He sets his plate down and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “I just don’t want her getting to you. She will see this as losing her hold on me. Not that she’s had one for nine months.”

“How about I’ll try not to let her get to me any extra?” You wouldn’t lie and tell him you were unaffected, or that everything would be easy. You and Marcus don’t lie to each other. “She’s going to do lots of little things to get to me, once I’ve moved in. If she even remembers any of the little bullshit things from when we were dating, it’s all going to come out again.”

“I know.” He sighs and his other hand goes to your stomach protectively. “I’m going to offer to get her a hotel room.” He tells you. “Pay for it. It would be worth it to get her out.”

“I’ll pay for it,” you grumble, knowing you can’t afford to do any such thing but just saying it demonstrates how badly you want her out.

“No, she’s my ex-wife and I’ll pay to get her out of my house.” He murmurs, leaning in and nuzzling your cheek. “Or we just start having sex in the living room.” He jokes.

“If I thought you wouldn’t instantly regret that decision, we would be having sex in this living room.” You brush a few strands of wild hair back into place by his ear. “We’ll make it work, love. There’s more at stake than just us now.”

He sighs, knowing that he’s also put stress on you with his knee-jerk reaction to this entire situation. He’s not like his father. He’s not keeping you some dirty little secret and pretending to be with Amanda. “Welllllll, according to our former President…oral sex isn’t sexual relations.” He murmurs.

“Are we really leaning into Clinton logic to justify fooling around?” That previously raised eyebrow quirks back in his direction. “Because I’m not sure if that’s weird, or genius.”

“I’m trying here.” He whines, pouting at you. “It’s hard to undo thirty some odd years of morally righteous beliefs.”

“And you don’t have to change anything for me.” You remind him. “But the minute you decide that you’re okay with a little more physical activity, I will be on my fucking knees in a heartbeat.” You’re still a little crankier than you probably should be about the fact that you never got to give him a blowjob, but the time will come eventually.

“Oh no baby.” He shakes his head and decides that he’s done trying to keep himself away from you completely. “I was thinking more of making the future mother of my child cum on my tongue.” He whispers. “I don’t care about a blowjob.”

“But—” You positively pout at him.

“But.” He teases, taking the soup from your hand and setting it down on the coffee table before he shifts up to his knees and hovers over you. “You don’t want to cum on my tongue, beautiful?” He asks, sliding his hands up your thighs. “I’ve dreamed about tasting you again.”

“Okay, I’m really not one to look a gift horse in the mouth usually…” Your breathing has run shallow all in an instant, realizing Marcus is both dead serious and ready to act right now. “But…are you sure?

Self-doubt has him pulling back, concerned on his face. “I—”

Your hands reach out, pulling him close to press a gentle kiss to his lips while you hug him. “I’m not asking you to change who you are, baby. And I’m not rejecting you. I just don’t want to do something you’ll regret.” It’s all so, so complicated, and you could straight out slaughter everyone in his entire life who has ever made him doubt his self-worth because of their own selfishness. “If you tell me you’re okay with having a physical relationship again, I won’t say another word.”

He sighs, leaning into you and pressing his forehead against yours. “I know, and you don’t know how much that means to me.” He promises you. He pulls away and sits back, knowing that he needs to talk to you.

“Maybe we can talk about it?” You hate this back-and-forth quality tonight, but there is a lot more than just you and him on the line now.

He sits back and nods, sighing and running his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I know— I know it's not fair to you." He gives you an apologetic look. "I must seem like I'm blowing hot and cold."

“It seems like you’re frustrated,” you admit, hating that something which by its nature should be pleasurable is a source of stress for him. “And I’m hoping we can figure out a better way of approaching it.”

"I've been trying to tell myself that I'm rationalizing." He admits, taking your hand in his and turning so that you have his full attention. "That I'm trying to justify wanting you. But— I'm realizing I don't have to justify it. I am supposed to be divorced. I'm supposed to be free to be with the woman I love, and it doesn't make my feelings for you any less real because my future is being held hostage by Amanda."

“So,” with his hand in yours, you abandon your dinner one more time. Food can be reheated; this conversation should not wait any longer. “You’ve been frustrated by the fact that you want me? By the fact that you can’t shut it off, because it’s not right?” Dear god, all you want is to understand. Maybe you should have paid more attention in intro psychology class.

"No." He shakes his head, frowning at himself and he wonders if he even understands it. "I'm frustrated that I'm in this fucking mess." He huffs. "I've done everything I possibly could to be a good man. I gave her what she wanted, loved her, never cheated on her, didn't even curse her out when I found out she was cheating on me, gave her the divorce she craved, gave her the house and cars. And now..."

“So it sounds like, by your definition of being a good man,” which you don’t doubt for a second, but good and bad is all about perception and the perceiver. “You are a good man.”

"I know but, I'm so fucking scared of being the man my father is." He admits quietly, the real problem that he had. The man who made him could be so callous about things, who was to say Marcus couldn't? "But I know that this isn't the same situation as my father."

“You’re working really hard not to be like him, and it kind of put us in the opposite situation.” Treading ever so lightly, you give Marcus’s hand a squeeze. “We love each other so much and we’re doing everything we can to give our relationship a deep, emotional base that we’re in great shape on that front. But…we’re going to have a baby and the only things I know about you sexually come from the one night that baby was made.” It makes your heart ache to say it, but you’ve both gone so far out of your way not to talk about sex at all that you don’t even know what side of the bed he prefers to sleep on.

"Shit." Marcus scrubs his free hand over his face and gives you a wounded look. Not having really thought about it in those terms. "I'm sorry, baby." He leans forward and cups your cheek. "I've been fucking this up. I just— I was so rattled by the fact that I wasn't divorced and then her stating that I had cheated..." He closes his eyes and gives another small sigh. "Forgive me?"

“Honey there’s nothing to forgive.” You lean into him, keeping your hands gently gliding up and down his arms. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I just think…maybe there’s more than one way to not be your dad.”

"I did mention that I could be stubborn, right?" He jokes lightly, giving you a grin.

“I think I did notice that, yeah.” You wrinkle your nose at him, sending his grin right back. This talking is so much of what you have been doing for the last few weeks, but so focused on the things that you have been too afraid to talk about. It’s sorely needed, and you’re relieved that you were able to dig in with him.

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#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal character fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x reader #Marcus Pike x you #Marcus Pike x female reader #Agent Marcus Pike #The Mentalist #The Mentalist fanfic #tw divorce #tw abusive partner #tw unplanned pregnancy #pregnant reader

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🐻Cute & Scary🧸

This fic shows that Teddy’s not to be messed with and is related to the first three I’ve done. Enjoy~!

Tags: @hoodeddreams13

Alfie was normally a very patient man. He incredibly good at negotiating in a way that makes every deal benefit him in some way. If his associate was unable to deliver, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them. But when it came to his dear Teddy, he wasn’t patient. Not one bit. Love, dates, sex, any of it. His private time went to Teddy and only Teddy. So when he was pulled out of his home to deal with something, he was far from happy. But then, he finds out something horrible….

“I don’t give a fuck what ya have to do! Find him, or else I’ll chop up your bollocks and feed ‘em to Cyril, ya cunt!”

Teddy had been kidnapped. A few days ago, himself and Sabini had made a deal that benefitted him. But, with his lover being kidnapped, he assumed that the opposition didn’t agree with him. The longer Teddy wasn’t in his arms, the less patience Alfie had, and as his patience wavered, the angrier he become. He did not want to hear anything that didn’t concern Teddy. Nothing. Shelby business? Fuck off! His own bakery? No! Not even people telling him that Teddy was going to be okay! No! He didn’t want to hear anything but that sweet voice coming from his adorable boyfriend.

“So, Alfie thinks he can get what he wants, yes?”

Teddy just rolled his eyes, after getting beaten up so badly, and he spit out blood onto the floor. “Alfie is a man who does business. If you didn’t like the papers, you shouldn’t have signed them—!” One of Sabini’s men punched him and he sighed before asking, “You lot ever been in the war?” Darby then said, “Can’t say that we have”. “Yeah. Didn’t think so. Because you lot punch like a bunch of little boys”, Teddy said as with a smirk on his face. Darby then smiled. “We just want to talk”. “Then talk and let me go for fucks sake. Why are you coming to me if you have a problem with—!”

“Because you’re his right hand!!! And leverage…”.

“Yeah, I’m gonna leave now, mate!”

Then Teddy stood up, his ropes clearly loose, and he punched on of Darby’s men before grabbing his gun. He shot multiple of his men, leaving the others in fear of the young man. “I’ll tell Alfie that the deal’s off and that he beat up Arthur Shelby for nothing”, he said as he got in Darby’s face. The Italian was shaking in fear and Teddy nodded before shooting another guy as he walked out. “Never underestimate a man who’s been kidnapped mid-war and been taught how to loosen up ropes strapped to his arms!”, he shouted, leaving. Darby let out a gasp and mumbled, “He’s just as bad as Alfie…!” “Shall we go after him?” “No! Just don’t!”

Alfie was tapping his foot impatiently, when the door to his office opened and Teddy walked in, batted and injured. “Sabini says that deal’s off!” “Fuck the deal!!! Are you alright?!!”, Alfie asked as he cradled his face. Teddy smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. “Well… you taught me well. So, you can stop worrying, Bear”. Then Alfie hugged him and kissed him passionately.

“Uh… Alfie, someone’s—!”

“FUCK OFF!!!”

END

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x oc

[vanillahigh00]

Sunday Sentences

Tagged by @hippolotamus

Just a quick discussion that will likely be edited when I post. It's unedited now. It's more than seven sentences because why not...

“Well, I have some Christmas shopping to do. Some of us have a Yankee swap gift to buy. I’ll leave you two to your holiday rush.” Stevie smirked as she snuck out the door. 

Patrick looked back at the door, furrowing an eyebrow back at David. “What was that all about?”

“Jocelyn is throwing some holiday party tomorrow and somehow I’m a horrible person because I refuse to go.” David whirled his hands in a circular motion and lifted his warm beverage to his lips. 

“Can’t say I blame you.” Patrick chuckled.

“I’m glad someone understands. I’m surprised Rachel didn’t talk you into staying just so she could go. Isn’t Jocelyn like her boss?”

Patrick concentrated on his tea, sipping it slowly, avoiding David’s gaze. He was probably thinking about spending time with his and Rachel’s families over the next few days, enjoying holiday traditions, maybe creating their own. He should’ve been happy to go home and not quiet. Patrick didn’t clam up around David. Something in his mood changed, and David wasn’t quite sure what it was. Did he say something wrong? 

“Just a co-worker, but Rachel would never miss Christmas with her family. Even for Jocelyn.” Patrick replied before storming off to the backroom. 

David followed behind him. The bell above the door would announce a customer's arrival.

Tagging anyone who would like to share sentences.

#david x patrick #schitts creek fanfic #searching wip #Sunday sentences #I am going to run out of nonspoilery blurbs to share

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Shark Week

It’s about that time for my uterus to start torturing me, reminding me that I am not carrying a child inside. I know this, not only because of my calendar but because my emotions just shifted from sad girl to don’t fxckin try me. This usually lasts only a day thankfully, otherwise I’m just a sensitive girly. I think the most embarrassing time was tearing up from a bounty paper towel commercial.. it’s a problem to say the least.

Truly, I think my period serving as a reminder that I’m without child just brings my ass down. I have three babies, two angel babies and I’m still bumming over this monthly reminder? Yes. If there was anything I was certain about, it’s that I am supposed to be a mom. The silly part is getting bummed out as if I’ve even had the sex to make one. 🥲 #sadgirl for life I guess. When am I not a sad girly? When I’m with my babies. Every month, it’s the same thought: do I really wish I were pregnant? Yes. Every. Damn. Month.

I’ll be honest, I’m not even someone who “enjoyed” being pregnant. I didn’t hate it either, however, the hurdles I went through made it difficult to say “I love being pregnant”.

I miscarried the first time I got pregnant, and almost died after having my first. Two blood transfusions were needed, officially putting me in a “high risk” category after an antibody was found. My youngest was the smoothest pregnancy and labor I had. I imagine she’s the reason I’m so confidently ready to keep having babies.

The flutter that turns into kicks is definitely a highlight of all my pregnancies. I would play with my babies while they were in there, a little game of tag if you will. I would tap on different parts of my belly and wait for their response. I spoke to them all the time. Little did they know, they were becoming my best friends. There was never a time I felt alone while I was pregnant, they were as present to me as if they were out of my body already. “Good morningggg” “What are we going to eat?” “You know what you need to try, your grandfathers veal piccata” “Sorry that was so loud, it’ll quiet down again soon” I feel like my hand never left my belly.

When I say I was SAD when they were out of my body… oof. The loneliness I felt. Now I had to share them with this horrible world and this world doesn’t deserve them. The maternal instincts had kicked in when I saw the positive sign on the stick to protect them but it amplified in ways I never imagined. A trip to the grocery store was scarier than it used to be. I can’t trust the drivers around me, everything is filthy, I don’t want them getting sick, every stranger was a potential danger to my baby and it was overwhelming at times. Getting gas? Stepping out of the car with them inside of it, you’d see me making silly faces or waving into the window. “Mommy is still hereeeee - you’re not alone”

Frankly, I don’t think that feeling has gotten any better. They’re ranging from 12-15 years old now and the fact that I can’t be with them every moment leaves a constant reel of ‘things that can go wrong’ playing in my head. Are their peers being kind to them? Are their teachers treating them with respect? Don’t worry, I’m not irrational in any of this. I realize my kiddos have to grow into themselves and this society we live in today and they need to do that their own ways. I can only hope that if they find themselves in a situation where they are unsure how to move, they’ll reach out to me.

I’ll never be able to understand the neglectful parents, The abusive parents, The absent parents - never ever. When I look at my children, there’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do to keep them happy healthy and safe. Not one fxcking thing. Our babies are born and as a mother, you’re literally their lifeline. You’re it. You’re the one responsible to love them and take care of them. I’m not going to dismiss fathers here but let’s be realistic and admit that there’s something about the bond between a mother and her child. The baby felt you first, they heard you first, their heartbeat started in you. That’s something NOBODY else in the world can say they have except that mother and that child.

Post partum depression is a struggle in itself. Not only did you spend the last nine months growing a life inside of you but now your beautiful baby is here and for some reason you’re not okay. Then you blame yourself. 😓 I should be happy. I should be over the moon in love with my baby. I’m already a bad mom, I’m not even happy. The guilt, the shame and the doubt that inserts itself creates such a dark shadow over you. The baby is crying and you sit there staring off or maybe you cry too. If by chance you’ve dealt with this before, or maybe dealing with it currently, please know, there’s nothing wrong with you. Give yourself some grace as your body just went through something truly traumatic. You did not just deliver a pizza, you grew a life inside of you, managed to bring them into this world - THAT in itself is incredible, as many women who were unable to do so can probably tell you the same, it’s not easy for some. Be proud of yourself, even if just for this moment right here as you read this. Be proud of yourself. You made it this far and you and baby are gonna grow with each other, into this new life together. The life before them doesn’t exist anymore, it’s not supposed to feel easy and seamless. You’re gonna figure it out and I know you’re strong enough because you made it this far already. Don’t discredit the last nine months. Don’t discredit the labor. You did that shit and you’re gonna conquer so much more and it’ll be the most bittersweet and incredible thing to watch your baby learn and grow into their own selves… and as strong as you remain, they’ll mimic your strength in the future. There’s no giving up now mama - you’re gonna show that baby EXACTLY what you’re made of. You’re that badass who brought them into this world and you’re gonna walk alongside them in this world - frankly, they won’t even notice that they’re carrying you too. They’re the reason you keep going ♥️ y’all have each other, just like that day you saw those two lines show up on that stick.

Didn’t expect this post to go this route but I miss my babies and there’s not a second that goes by that I don’t remember why I’m here - and that’s because of them 💜💚🩷

#travel #massachusetts #motherhood #ppd #postpartum #babies #shark week

[lllostgirlll]

15 questions 15 mutual

Thanks for the tag @kingslionheart !!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

yes! my great grandma!

2. When was the last time you cried?

i can’t remember. i used to cry almost every night but now i barely do 🤷🏼‍♀️

3. Do you have kids?

No

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

not really. i have a hard time understanding it.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hair and nails. i attribute this to the fact that i can’t do my hair and my hands are insanely sensitive so i can’t get acrylics 🥲 so i like to see the cool things that others can do!

6. What’s your eye color?

yes, i’m going to be THAT blue eyed person lol. it changes, sometimes it’s a bright gray, sometimes it’s more green, but it’s mostly a dull gray blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

both i guess. although i only like happy endings with fantasy, like LOTR. anything set in a modern setting, usually rom-coms and i want to pluck my eyes out.

8. Any special talents?

i don’t think so. i can be really quiet and sneaky but i have no idea if that counts lol.

9. Where were you born?

The good ol’ U S of A baby!!! RAAAAAAAAHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, i dabble with art, gaming, and i’ll add cleaning bc depending on what i’m cleaning i think it’s super fun 😅

11. Do you have any pets?

Do feral cats count? Then yes.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

i used to take karate classes. i was one belt away from a black belt but i left bc the way the business was run really got under my skin. nothing horrible, just a lot of hypocrisy. i don’t regret leaving one bit 🤷🏼‍♀️

13. How tall are you?

5’3

14. Favorite subject in school?

READING

15. Dream job?

ideally none. ok but i really just want to be a housewife, but if i had to pick… something with history, something with art like a poet, and something to do with nature like a park ranger i guess. maybe not all three at the same time lmao.

i don’t think i have 15 mutuals, so i’ll tag: @morosemagick @solinarimoon @silentsihtric @pupzbitez @errruvande @pupzbitez and anyone else! no pressure at all!

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

Ten characters, Ten fandoms, Ten tags game! I was tagged by @neoncomets and @epersonae - thank you both for tagging me!

This was fun. I included captions because I can’t help myself.

Our Flag Means Death | Edward Teach

Deserves a million kisses and with the power of God and David Jenkins on my side he WILL get them.

Unsounded | Sette Frummagem

If you love innovative magic systems, complex world building, and feral children, you should go read Unsounded. Do it. Do it right now. (Just be aware it can be a bit intense, content wise.) It’s beautifully written and drawn. It’s free online but I still buy all the print books bc if the world ends and I have to live in a bunker underground I’m bringing Unsounded with me (also the author deserves to make so much money).

The Murderbot Diaries | SecUnit (Murderbot)

Art by Tommy Arnold (link is to his blog where he goes through the fantastic process of setting up reference photos for stuff like this. But also I just have to gush about how none of his art shows Murderbot’s face. It hates that. (Also also I would kill god for a copy of this omnibus edition))

The Mandalorian | Din Djarin

The epitome of the tired-dad-protects-secretly-powerful-child trope. Just wants to live in the country with his kid and keeps getting pulled into space wizard bullshit. Never shows anyone his face but maintains a mustache anyways. I love him.

Ted Lasso | Ted Lasso

Has heard of negative emotions. Refuses to experience one. Is sure that will work out just great. This is otherwise known as being Midwestern. 

Steven Universe | Connie Maheswaran

I, too, wish to be taught how to sword fight by a 5000 year old lesbian rock in between tennis practice and violin lessons.

Lucifer | Mazikeen Smith

This show is not exactly well-written but it’s very sexy and I am weak. Justice for Maze’s character arc though lmao bc it’s really just “No longer evil I want to be loved.” … “Evil again.” on repeat. But she looks great the whole time. You can be as messy as you want Maze, I’ll still love you.

Game of Thrones | Oberyn Martell

(Yeah it’s Pedro again leave me alone) I could write essays on this bisexual disaster man. And I have. The silver lining to dying horribly is that he escaped the show before it got irredeemably bad was mysteriously canceled.

What We Do In the Shadows | Nadja of Antipaxos

Her best friend is the ghost of her human self in a doll that she dresses to look just like her. The smartest vampire in the house. Can’t tell the difference between human children and raccoons. Icon behavior.

Westworld | Maeve Millay

This show could have ended after one season and I would have been perfectly happy. Alas. But Maeve! She is so brilliantly kind despite everything, and that’s what I adore about her.

I’m tagging @gaypiratebrainrot, @chocolatepot, @emi--rose​, @asneakyfox, and if anyone else wants to do it feel free to say I tagged you :D (and if I tagged you and you don’t want to do it, that’s totally fine! no pressure)

#ten characters game #my nonsense #long post #also I am NOT kidding about unsounded it is GREAT