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what love feels like ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.

Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content

sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together

Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie

a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰

“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”

With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.

Honestly, he just swung by to pick up his four-year-old from daycare after another grueling day at work. But the moment he walked in, it was as if all the single moms latched onto him like a flock of hungry geese. This one’s name is Sandra in particular.

It reminds him of his college basketball days, how the cheerleaders all too eagerly swarmed around him after sinking the winning shot at the championship game. Shame he was too busy eyeing the girl in the stands to care, her face buried behind a book twice as big as her head. Who reads an 800-page novel during the playoffs anyway?

Fate, as one may call it, intervened about a week later when his best friend became said girl’s lab partner. Yoongi didn’t make any sudden moves at first, but well, he did make her his wife three years later.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet the father of such a sweet child. Especially considering how many dads tend to take a backseat in their child's early years.” Is she still going on? Yoongi does his best to stay present, though it’s proving unsuccessful. “And Jia truly is an angel! It’s clear you’re doing a wonderful job raising her, even with a full-time job and all.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together at the somewhat odd choice of words. “Thanks,” he drawls out, noticing her pupils dilating with every breath. “Most of the credit goes to my wife though. She’s a great mom to Jia.”

“Jia’s m-mom?” Sandra stutters, her mouth slightly agape. Yoongi senses the gears turning in her head as she struggles to process the unexpected presence of his wife. Tempting as it is, he holds down a smirk. Of course, he’s a happily married man–for nearly eight years now.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. “She’s usually the one to pick up our daughter from daycare, but she’s been working a lot of overtime lately. I thought I'd come instead so she can get some rest."

“Oh, well that’s very–“

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re here!” The sound of a familiar high-pitched voice, along with a light pattering of feet, diverts both adult’s attention.

“Hey kid.” Yoongi effortlessly lifts the small child once in front of him, securing her in his arms. “Have fun today?”

Jia gives an enthusiastic nod, bright red ribbons in her hair bouncing cutely as she does. Proudly, she shows him the drawing she made.

“See? It’s me, you, and mommy!” She makes sure to point to each part of the picture with her pointer finger.

Yoongi gently takes the artwork from his daughter’s hand and lets out a soft chuckle. “Now this is what I call a masterpiece! Mommy’s gonna love hanging this one on the fridge. How about I hold onto this and you go grab your backpack, okay?”

As soon as Jia’s feet touch the carpeted floor again, she races off to her cubby in the far corner of the room. Yoongi shoots Sandra a final glance before slowly following behind. “We got to get going, but nice meeting you.”

“You…too.” Sandra’s response is more than disappointed as she watches the father-daughter duo make their way out of the building. Evidently, Min Yoongi isn’t the single dad she originally assumed. Funny, she swore there wasn’t a wedding band in sight. Maybe she missed it.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m certain we haven’t used any of your services in the last six months. My husband canceled it in late October.”

With one hand, you grip your cell phone up to an ear while the other pops open the dishwasher. You’ve been on the phone with the cable company for half an hour, trying to make sense of an unexpected charge that appeared on your bank account this morning. You consider yourself more patient than most, yet after working all day, a pile of laundry waiting to be washed, and dinner threatening to burn on the stove, the last thing you have time for is arguing with your old service provider.

“I understand, ma’am, and I apologize for any confusion. I’m taking a look at my records and they’re all showing me that—oh wait a second.”

The young man on the opposite end of the line interrupts his own thought, piquing your concern in the process.

“What did you say your last name is?”

You answer and in an instant, you’re met with a thousand rushed apologies; something about getting the account names mixed up in their system. It’s difficult to decipher everything you hear with the front door being thrust open that very moment.

“Mommy, where are you? We’re home!” Your daughter not so subtly announces her presence from the foyer. She kicks off her shoes, hangs her backpack on the designated wall hook, and then rushes to the kitchen upon catching a brief glimpse of your shirt.

“It’s alright, these mistakes happen.” You hang up the call and turn around to find Jia only steps away, a big goofy grin on her face. Infectious, you break out into a smile yourself and swoop her up.

“Hey honey, I missed you so much!” You kiss the side of your daughter’s head as she wraps her small arms around your neck. “You look so pretty with all these ribbons in your hair! Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?”

Being that you were called into work earlier than usual this morning, Yoongi was the one who got Jia dressed and ready for daycare. You’re delightfully surprised by the results.

“Mmhm,” Jia nods, twirling a couple of strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger. “But Daddy pulls too much!”

“Maybe if someone had listened and stopped fussing when I told her, I wouldn’t have accidentally yanked on her hair when I was reaching for her favorite Hello Kitty scrunchie.” Yoongi joins you both in the kitchen, walking over to press a quick peck on your lips while tenderly caressing the small of your back. The gesture soothes you of your earlier frustrations. “Who was that on the phone? Cable company?”

“Yeah, they canceled the charge. Wrong account.” As you reiterate the entire mix-up, your eyes wander all over your husband. He’s especially handsome tonight, given his perfectly tousled black hair and navy blue blazer flowing over his body. It’s tastefully oversized with a clean, white top paired underneath. You, on the other hand, are sporting a raggedy old t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

There was a time when you used to put a shit ton more effort into your appearance. It was before you got pregnant with Jia, back when you and Yoongi were going out on weekly dates. Neither of you has that kind of time anymore, or energy for that matter. You didn’t believe the other moms when they told you the romance takes a nose dive after you have your first kid. Yet here you are, proven wrong again.

Being parents to a beautiful baby girl is likely the most rewarding feeling in the world for you and Yoongi. You don’t remember the last time the two of you got real quality alone time though. And sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs more on you with each passing day to be honest. Sure, you’re not the same person you used to be eight years ago, but shouldn’t you and Yoongi still make time for at least a little intimacy?

“How was picking up Jia by the way?” You look at Yoongi who merely shrugs nonchalantly in response.

“It was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Yoong gives you another peck before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m gonna go get changed. Why don’t you show Mommy the drawing you did Jia?”

“A drawing?” You shift your attention to your daughter whose eyes sparkle like diamonds upon mention. “We should put it up on the fridge then. Let’s take a look hmm?”

“It’s in my backpack! My new friend and I were drawing together. Her name is Mi-Sun.” Jia continues telling you all about her friend Mi-Sun as you make your way to the front door where her backpack hangs. You’re fully engaged until the very end. “Daddy made a new friend too!” she joyously claps her hands together, not realizing the depth of her remark.

“Oh, who’s Daddy’s new friend honey?” You ask, staying as calm as possible.

“Ms. Cho! They were talking for a really long time today.”

Ms. Cho? You think back to all the moms you’ve met at daycare. Somehow you can’t recall ever hearing or meeting a Ms. Cho. She must be a single mom, you deduce. Was she new? What did she look like? And why didn’t Yoongi mention her when you asked?

This has to be nothing but a little small talk, an acquaintance at most. Besides, the moms at Jia’s daycare are quite a chatty bunch and Yoongi wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries.

“Do you know what they were talking about?” You don’t enjoy asking your child for details about your husband, yet you can’t seem to help it this time.

“I dunno,” she shrugs her shoulders. "Daddy was laughing a lot."

Suddenly, the self-assurance you gave yourself earlier slips away; seemingly useless given the queasy feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

For the remainder of the night, you purposely dodge every attempt your husband makes to kiss, touch, and hold you. You’ve even begun responding to his questions in one-word answers and at times, with nothing at all.

Yes, you’re being petty; more than usual. The silent treatment frustrates Yoongi to no end and it isn’t very mature of you, but neither is refusing to tell your wife that some single mom was flirting with you in front of your kid! Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it all sums up to a harmless conversation, but it’s not like you know either way with Yoongi being as reserved as he is. It brings you back to your early dating days when he wouldn’t think to tell you about various aspects of his day; who he ate breakfast with that morning or the one classmate of his that wouldn’t leave him alone for two semesters.

Truth be told, you're simply hoping that your husband will bring up the topic first, without having to be the classic nagging wife. You’re a jealous person by nature so it’s not a simple task. Even now as you fold the first batch of laundry on your shared bed, him on the other side doing the same, you struggle to keep from blurting everything out.

“So,” Yoongi fluffs up a clean pillowcase before sliding it onto one of the bed pillows. “How was work?”

What a basic question, you grumble internally. Is that all he’s got? “Was okay,” you reply. “The usual.”

“You must be tired from the day. Did you get to lie down at all?” Yoongi picks up another pillowcase, repeating the process as before. When he glances your way, it’s clear something’s on your mind. You’ve started pairing Jia’s socks far more aggressively than normal and you’re holding back your responses. “Did you hear me, doll? Or am I going deaf here?” The sarcastic chuckle distracts you from your task, forcing your attention.

You’re about to respond when your eyes briefly flicker down to his hands, his left one in particular. Where's his wedding ring? Yoongi always wears it no matter what. The same sick feeling from before returns tenfold. No wonder that Ms. Cho was all over him–she must have thought he was single.

“No, I didn’t get to lie down Yoongi. I worked all day, came home and made dinner, called the cable guy to get that stupid bill figured out, and now I’m doing the second load of laundry. I’m really just not in the mood to chat.” It comes out a blur as you snatch the empty laundry basket and head for your washer and dryer, your eyes welling up with tears.

“__, wait.” Yoongi tosses the last pillow near the headboard and stops you in your tracks, his hand firmly gripping one end of the laundry basket. The intensity of his stare softens as he speaks. “I'm sorry if it seems like I'm forcing you to talk. I know you've been losing a lot of sleep recently between work, Jia, and upkeeping the house. We just don't get a lot of time to see each other anymore and I miss you…I miss talking to you."

With every ounce of self-control remaining, you hold back any tears that risk spilling out. You don't know why you're acting like this, why you're crying over something that seems so small and insignificant to the rest of the world. Yoongi loves you. He's said it a million times and proven it to you over and over again, for eight years now. He wouldn’t cheat on you, yet you still get so worked up about the idea that someone could take him away from you. Someone half your age, more attractive, or hell even the opposite sex if it means fewer dark circles under their eyes.

"Why- why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your naturally confident voice dwindles to the whisper of a mouse. It's completely out of character, nevertheless, here you are.

"I..." Your husband's voice wavers. His gaze flickers to his left hand, where his ring should be, but isn't. "Shit...I took it off in the shower this morning," he confesses, frustrated by his forgetfulness. "I was in such a rush to get Jia to daycare, and me to work, that it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry—I fully intended to put it back on." He pauses, then perks up. "It's still in the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as he makes a beeline for the master bathroom, eager to rectify the situation as soon as possible. You should have kept silent what you say next, but you don't.

"No wonder the moms at Jia's daycare were so drawn to you."

"What?" Yoongi stops in his tracks. The dumbfounded expression on his face tells you that you've caught him off guard again.

"Jia told me about someone named Ms. Cho," you reluctantly continue. "The two of you were laughing and talking and–"

"Baby, don't worry about that." Seizing his chance, your husband walks back over to you and sneakily pulls the laundry basket from under your arm. He sets it on the ground after, then reaches to take your hand in his, but stubbornly you cross your arms.

"Her name's Sandra," he starts explaining. "She's a new mom at the daycare and she didn't know anyone, so she started talking to me. I got the sense she was a little overly friendly but it was all small talk, nothing more."

Still largely unsatisfied, you remain unmoved. "If it wasn't a big deal then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because nothing serious happened. The majority of the conversation was her venting about her ex-husband and me wishing you were right there next to me. Please believe me. All I could think about was finally being able to come home to you after a long week with Jia in our arms."

"Really?" Well, now you're feeling guilty for avoiding him in nearly every way tonight. Guilty for believing such wild assumptions that he'd leave you for someone else over one measly conversation. Guilty for letting yourself get so worked up over a situation you, quite frankly, knew few details about.

"I mean it doll." This time, when he reaches out to grasp your wrist, he succeeds. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to the edge of your bed, gently pulling you down to sit on his lap. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you? Or think about you the way I have for the last eight-plus years we've been married and known each other?"

You hesitate your answer, averting his eye contact. "I know but…"

"No, don't finish that. Look at me," he intercepts. "You and our daughter are the only women on my mind–24/7. I can't get either of you out of my head and I don't want to. I'm so sorry I forgot to put my wedding band back on this morning, and again tonight. I feel awful about it and I'll be more careful from now on. And another thing, when Sandra and I were talking I mentioned you multiple times. So, it's clear to her that I'm a happily married man."

The last bit of information manages to perk your ears. "You talked about me?" Your eyes widen as you finally shift your full attention to him. Yoongi eyes widen with you, amused by your sudden change of heart to look at him.

"I said my wife is an amazing mother, works too hard for her own good, and needed to rest today. Give or take a few words."

That's all? You huff to yourself. Would it been nice if your husband also thrown in that you were beautiful or stunning in that mix of compliments? Yes, yes it would have–again, you're pettiness clouds your better judgment. You're not as pissed off as before, but rather semi-irritated.

"Okay…well I guess it's fine then. I'm sorry for being short with you earlier. I shouldn't have made those rash conclusions about the ring and that woman from the daycare. It wasn't reasonable of me." You get up from his lap, yet Yoongi isn't entirely convinced that you're okay.

"There's still something you're not telling me. I can tell."

"No, there's nothing else." You waive him off, placing your hand on your bedroom doorknob "You told her you had a wife so it's fine. I need to switch the second load of laundry.”

"Come on, doll. Let's not leave things unsaid now."

Sighing at his plead, you find yourself giving into all your repressed thoughts and emotions. It swallows you up, like a tidal wave you can't stop. "Look at me Yoon. I'm sweaty, I have dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks, love handles, my hair's a mess, and all I wear are old sweats covered in stains. I'm nothing like I used to be! No wonder we aren't intimate anymore."

Yoongi rises from the bed at once, offended by the sudden digression. "Is that what this is all about? It’s not even about that single mom from daycare is it?" The truth of the matter sinks in as he speaks.

"I guess maybe so…though I'm still annoyed about that too." Great, you're back to square one again.

"Come with me, I need to show you something." Your husband gestures you to follow him, which you slowly concede to.

"What are you doing Yoon?" You both walk into the master bathroom, stopping in front of the large mirror above the sink.

"I'm showing you the woman I'm in love with and have been in love with for nearly eight years now. Sweats and all." Yoongi makes you face the mirror directly, hands around your shoulders. You have trouble stomaching the sight.

"Yoongi please, I can't. The laundry ringing off." You avoid looking into the mirror and make a move to leave the bathroom.

"Just stay with me a minute, please?" Your husband refuses to loosen his hold on you, turning your body so you're looking eye to eye. "No, you're not the same person as you were and neither am I. We're parents to a beautiful daughter now, who we love and adore. We're also overtired 90% of the time, juggling a million things at once. But there's one thing you can count on to always stay the same–my loyalty to you. I'll always be in love with you __, no matter what age you are or however way you look. There's nothing you can do to change that, so why fight it?"

Dammit. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you take in his heart-melting speech. It's not his words alone, it's the sincerity behind them. How he's repeated similar countless times before throughout your entire relationship.

"I love you, Yoon..." you choke out the words, composure fleeting.

"I love you so much, doll." He wipes the wetness of your tear with his thumb. "As far as us not being as intimate anymore, that's my fault. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't desire you every day. Why don't we send the kid to my parents this weekend and let me start making things right hmm?"

"I don't know if we can this weekend. Jia has a playdate on Saturday."

"So, I'll ask Mom to take her. She'll be happy to, trust me. We can finally watch that movie you've been dying to show me since what? December?"

"You're serious?" Your eyes light up at the mention of what is essentially a movie date. The show Yoongi's referring to is one you've been craving to see for months, yet neither of you has found the time to watch. "I've been talking about it for so long, Yoon."

"I know you have, it's why I suggested it. I've been wanting to watch it too with all the trailers you keep sending me. Plus, I'll be able to keep my beautiful wife in my arms for over two hours. That's a lot for us, especially with you being such a busy bee. I can never get you to light in one place! What's up with that, huh?"

Feeling your natural self re-emerging, you throw a playful swat to his arm and scowl at his teasing comment. "You're one to talk! You're basically a workaholic! Besides, you knew who you were marrying when you met me."

Yoongi chuckles and brings both hands to cup your cheeks, squishing them slightly. "A cutie who reads 800-page novels at a basketball game?"

"Stop babying me!" You pull his hands off your cheeks and rub them, trying to regain some composure. "I don't regret my choices, I like books. It's why I'm such a boss at work!"

"Okay, boss," he laughs. "What about what I suggested before then? I can call Mom tomorrow and ask her if she could watch Jia for the day. She'll take her to her playdate, then they can spend the rest of the day together."

It does sound nice, having the whole day with your husband.

"Okay," you agree. "Let's try."

"Good." Yoongi slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against his chest. "How about we seal it with a kiss now?" You nod and he leans his head down, pressing an amazing, tender kiss to your lips. It makes you both giddy on queue.

"Read one more story, Daddy!" Jia leaps off her small, twin bed and bounds for her bookshelf. She lets out a series of giggles when a large pair of hands catch her, lifting her high into the air.

"I already read you three books kid," Yoongi says, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bedtime." He then tucks her into her fluffy comforter, plugs in her teddy bear nightlight, and closes her bedroom door.

The next second, Jia comes running out of her room, latching onto his right leg. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna play!" Figures she'd be hyper at this hour.

Yoongi sighs and picks her up. "Daddy told you to go to sleep, it's not playtime. You'll have lots of time for that tomorrow when you get to see your friend." He then carries her into her room, yet she fusses in his arms; thumping her tiny fists into his chest.

"No, no, no, Daddy. I want to play!"

Sighing, Yoongi looks at his child with sharp eyes. "Jia–"

"Hey," you interrupt, entering your daughter's bedroom upon hearing the commotion down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Kid doesn't want to go to bed."

You give an empathetic look and saunter over to the pair, gently taking Jia into your arms. Yoongi places his hands on his hips as he watches you reason with your daughter.

"Jia, you know tomorrow's a big day right? You and Sana are going to go to the playground together." The child nods. "You don't want to be tired when you're playing do you?"

"No..." She shakes her head. "I want to be awake!"

"Then you need to listen to Daddy and go to sleep. That way you'll be full of energy tomorrow when you and Sana go on the swings or slide down all the big slides." You smile as Jia starts rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning in the process.

"But I...okay," she slowly concedes, eyes fluttering shut as she gives into her sleepy state. Unsurprising to you and Yoongi, she was tired all along. But like most kids, hated going to bed.

"See?" You lay Jia in her bed and pull the covers up near her chin, giving her a light kiss on the side of her head. Yoongi bends down and does the same after you. "You just gotta talk to her a little, she'll typically fall asleep on her own."

"But I read her three of her favorite books." Yoongi shuts off the overhead light, along with the door to Jia's room, and follows you to your bedroom.

"That's different Yoon," you argue back. "Books excite her."

"She takes after you that way then." Yoongi pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, and climbs onto his side of the bed. You join him shortly after with your head resting on his chest and an arm thrown around his waist.

"I'm so exhausted," you yawn.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." Your husband places a hand over your wrapped arm, sending you off into a deep slumber.

Well this is just ironic. Almost 2 A.M. and you're wide awake.

What initially started as a nice, relaxing dream quickly turned into a terrible nightmare. In the dream, you woke up alone. Yoongi was gone. Jia was gone too. You can't exactly make sense of it, except for a vague memory of Jia calling another woman 'Mom'. You couldn't see her face very well, so it could've been anyone. You couldn't speak either, so even when you tried approaching the three, they couldn't hear you. You've had nightmares plenty of times, but this one is new. It's a clear projection of all the underlying concerns upheaved from earlier; insecurities, abandonment, loss, and it has you unsettled.

You glance over to your husband's side of the bed. He's fast asleep, no longer cuddling you due to you both flip-flopping in your sleep. You decide to slide closer to him, needing to watch him for a while. It might sound weird, but you love watching him sleep. He's so handsome and you feel a great deal of comfort doing so. Maybe if he was awake, you'd tell him about what you dreamt. Then again...maybe not.

"I love you Yoon," you whisper as quietly as you can, tracing his every facial feature with your eyes.

"'m, I love you too."

Is he-was he awake? As if caught red-handed, you quickly flit your face away in favor of the blank ceiling above. You weren't expecting him to answer at all, and in such a hoarse voice too. You're a little turned on by it to be honest.

"Can't sleep?" he speaks up again, eyes still closed.

"No, I''ll be okay though. You can go back to sleep. Don't worry."

He grunts, a tad unhappy with your dismissal of him. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream?"

You whip your head in his direction. "How–" You pause, seeing his eyes blink open.

"I didn't meet you just yesterday, doll. I know they keep you up. Just know, I'm always here okay? Always." He reaches for you with delicate fingers as he continues. "Now, come here. Seems we got separated in our sleep."

You accept the offer and cuddle into him again. This time your noses nearly touch and his arm wraps around your lower waist. You feel the growing urge to kiss him, wanting to forget your nightmare entirely. But perhaps silly, you ask permission first, seeing as he's close to drifting off again.

"Yoon?"

"Mm."

"Can we kiss?" Your cheeks flush a little at the request. Why are you acting like this? You've been married for years.

"Sure, 'm tired but I could go for a make-out right now." A small smirk graces his lips as he teases you. You give him a classic 'Yoongi!' in reply. "I'm kidding. You don't ever have to ask me that," he finishes.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want a kiss anymore." You feign stubbornness, just to see his response. And a response he gives you, more than you're prepared for.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, capturing your lips in one fell swoop. He moves his lips against yours as the hand on your waist grips tighter. The tiniest of moans escapes your lips.

You attempt to break the kiss first, thinking it will only last for a few seconds. Yet Yoongi slips a hand behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. One that's deeper than the last. You feel your breath being taken away little by little, especially when his tongue licks into your mouth. God, you haven't kissed like this in an eternity. A wetness soon gathers between your thighs.

"'m, Yoon," you gasp when his cool fingers sneakily make their way under your shirt, tickling your bare skin. They travel the expanse of your waist, stomach, and up along your back. "So cold."

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and retracts his fingers. He then lazily moves his body until his chest hovers over your own, rolling you on your back in the process. He's a bit of a blur due to the dimness of the room, yet you can see the whites of his eyes a bit better than before.

"Help me warm them then," he says, folding his hands on top of yours from where they rest on your stomach. "You're really burning up, doll."

His observation is right. Ever since you woke up, you're body's been hotter than normal. The stress is clear and it's only increasing due to the unexpected turn of tonight's events; your husband seemingly wanting to make love to you in the middle of the night.

"So I am," you reply, staring straight into his eyes. "Must be because of all the sudden surprises today. My body's finally responding to it all."

Yoongi nods, following your implication. "Well let's do something to calm it down, shall we?" He waits for your final go before making any abrupt movements.

"But...you haven't seen me–"

"Naked in a while?" he predicts your next words, unfazed. "I've seen it all, each time better than the last because I love you. You're beautiful to me, no matter what. Let me love you __. I've missed you. I've missed us."

"Okay...please," you sigh, desperately needing his touch. "It's been so long since we've been this close."

Neither of you has it in you to delay another second as you dive into another fiery kiss, your hands wandering up and down each other's bodies. You love his hair the most, so you run your fingers through it repeatedly. Your husband's soft grunts remind you that it's as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and as if to counter, he latches his lips to the curve of your neck.

"Yoon," you moan, shivering at the feeling of being peppered in open-mouth kisses. Your eyes automatically roll up as well.

Yoongi nips at your jaw next, featherlike, yet deadly to you nevertheless. He doesn't allow himself to linger more than a second, though, preferring to keep you on your toes. So with careful fingers, he begins lifting the bottom of your shirt.

"Can I?"

You hum in approval and lean forward for him to remove it.

With your nipples now exposed to the brisk air, stiffening due to arousal, Yoongi brings both his hands up to caress your boobs. He's incredibly gentle, telling you how beautiful you are once again until his thumbs start circling your peaked nipples. A rush of sensation shoots up your spine as he rolls them harder, flicking them once in a while.

"Fuck," you swear.

"Feeling good?"

All you do is nod fervently in response, which Yoongi takes as his signal to lower his head to your chest. He squeezes both breasts in his hand before wrapping his mouth around a nipple, licking and sucking relentlessly. He repeats the same to the other.

"Yoongi, I need you. Please." You're core tightens, thighs struggling not to rub together, as you plead with your husband to relieve you. You are so wet and getting wetter.

"I'm here, doll, I got you. Fingers first hm?"

He pushes part of the comforter towards the foot of the bed, then gestures for you to raise your butt. Any shred of mystery of how worked up he's gotten you slip away as he pulls your underwear and pants down your legs. They both get tossed on the floor, per usual.

Bare pussy exposed, Yoongi guides your legs further apart and brings a hand down to your entrance. One of his long, slender fingers traces up your folds so smoothly that you buck your hips upon the touch. He smiles lightly at the subtle response, pleased that you're finally enjoying yourself; too often you put your needs last. His finger slowly sinks into your well-lubricated pussy, velvety walls clenching around it.

"Oh, g-god," you give a shaky moan as his finger pumps and curls in you, stimulating your g-spot. "Need you now, Yoon, so bad."

"Mm not yet, we need to stretch you out. You haven't taken me for a good three or four weeks," he smirks at your eagerness, sliding a second finger next to the first. "This pussy is drenched but not enough. I need you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Fast, quick movements follow suit as your husband works you up to an orgasm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, you chant in near whines. Your pussy is spasming around him, walls tightening with each push and pull. You know when he draws his hand out that it's covered with your come. Messy, sex is messy and both of you are too far gone to care; the pleasure sweeping over you.

Finally, in what feels like an endless tease, you have your first orgasm of the night. You feel your body relaxing into the mattress again, yet your breath remains short. Yoongi, on the other hand, groans seeing your release dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. For a split second, there's a slight darkening in his eyes while he takes in your post-orgasmic form. The two fingers that had been inside you are sensually brought to his lips, slipping between the seam before being cleaned off.

You're taken aback by the action, though you've witnessed it before. Something about watching your husband willingly follow through with a gesture so lewd makes your head spin–you want him to fuck you right this instant. He must share the same feeling because you don't even need to sound the words due to his hands already making quick work of his pants.

"You drive me mad, you know that? Can never get a break with how sweet you taste. Your lips, your come. All of it makes me go mad." His full length comes in view, hard and tip leaking with pre-cum. You try not to let yourself stare at the thickness but hell, you must've forgotten the extent of your husband's size. You don't remember it being this big before.

"Well," you gulp. "You're not making it easy on me either, looking like this."

Yoongi climbs over to you again, settling into a straddled position, and looks deep into your eyes. "Who's fault do you think that is?"

"It's your fault." You bend your legs and wrap them around his mid-section. You can feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. The anticipation is beyond grueling.

"No," he says, aligning himself up to your weeping hole. "it's yours." He then thrusts his hips forward, his length sinking into you so perfectly it has you completely satisfied.

"Y-Yours," you whimper out, unable to form a steady sentence.

"Fine." He picks up his pace. "Let's just agree we both fuck each other up on a daily---ah fuck!" Yoongi growls and gives you a suspicious look when he feels your pussy suddenly clench around his length.

"I didn't do it on purpose this time! You're fucking me too good is all."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?"

Yoongi is slow to believe since you've purposefully clenched countless times before, simply out of playfulness. Tonight is different than those nights though because you're telling the truth–he's truly fucking you so good.

"What the hell," he concedes. "You feel so fucking fantastic, I don't even care." He continues his movements, thrusting into you with deep groans and labored breaths. His fingers grip the mattress harder with the veins in his neck bulging out.

Both your bodies move in sync as the familiar sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls of your bedroom. You do your best to keep your moans low, not wanting to risk waking up your daughter.

"Yoon, fuck! I need to come, it's gonna-fuck-happen soon," you swear, pussy throbbing at the feeling of being so full after weeks of abstinence. You can tell you're reaching your high with the bundle of nerves in your core threatening to snap at any given moment.

Of course, you're wet too, extremely wet.

"I'm. Nearly. There." He barely sounds the words out, jaw clenching. "Just another minute, and we can finish together."

Your eyes, which haven't left his since he entered you, begin to glass over with tears. It's overwhelming; his love for you. No matter the doubts that tell you the opposite, you can't give in to their ugly lies. You'll continue to struggle, naturally, but you won't ever let them win. Yoongi's never once given up on you, and neither should you.

"I love you, Yoon...I love you with all my soul," you choke the words, falling apart all at once. "I'm sorry for today. How jealous and irrational I got."

"Don't apologize, doll. I shouldn't have let it go so far, our lack of intimacy and alone time. I promise we're going to make it all right okay?"

Giving you one last thrust, you both have your release at the same time. Yoongi helps ride your orgasm out by lazily continuing to grind into you. Yeah, you might need to shower and switch out the sheets after tonight, but you don't regret it one bit.

"In all seriousness baby," Yoongi speaks up, guiding your legs back on the soft mattress until you’re comfortable. "Don't feel like you have to apologize for everything. I understand your feelings and where you were coming from. I will say, the silent treatment kills me though. I'd rather you yell at me than not talk to me at all."

"It's not easy for me to raise my voice like that, Yoon." You throw your arms around his neck and sigh softly. "But I can try talking to you more, or at least tell you I need some time to process before I'm ready to have a conversation. I don't know, am I making sense?"

"Plenty of sense. I'll share more about my day with you and who I'm talking to as well. We'll also carve out time to have together. I love our daughter, but I don't see the harm in reaching out to our friends and family to babysit once in a while."

"Well, this sounds good to me," you hum.

"Me too." Yoongi smiles wide and goes in for another warm kiss. Your eyes flutter shut in unison.

This is what love feels like.

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barzysunflower · 11 months

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Hii can you write something about baking with barzal and then getting into a food fight please? also lots of fluff :)

so so sorry this has been unanswered for so long! I wanted to post this back for my bday (in march lol) but then I got super busy and didn’t really want to write anymore so I saved it for Mat’s birthday! hope you still like it :)

here’s an accompanying insta edit :)

word count: 800

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATY

You were scrolling through Pinterest trying to find a good cake recipe when Mat and his dad came strolling through the kitchen. "Hey! We're back."

"Hi, birthday boy," you smiled when you saw him and leaned in for a kiss which he gladly accepted. "How was it?"

He told you all about his morning that he spent golfing with his dad and some of his friends for his birthday. You had made it to Vancouver especially for this occasion a couple days ago since playoffs sadly ended early for the Islanders this season. He had mostly recovered from the loss, he was still bummed and exhausted, but with his birthday here his spirits were lifting.

"What are you doing by the way?," he asked when he saw you pulling ingredients together for a cake recipe you just found.

"Your mom called and said the bakery messed up the dates for the cake and so now I'm baking you one for the party later."

"Can't we get one from another bakery? Or the grocery store?"

"Not on such short notice. And please, you deserve better than the grocery store." He rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

"Can I help?"

"Sure," you said with a laugh knowing damn well he wouldn't do a thing. And you were right. All he did was sit there looking pretty and handing you whatever ingredients you needed.

"Alright, let's let this had boy bake." You pushed the the two cake forms into the oven and then got started on the frosting.

"Mhm, let me try." Mat, like a little child, stuck his hand in the bowl with the frosting that had just started creaming so fast, you didn't have enough time to react.

"Maty!"

"Mhm! Good." He licked his fingers with a low moan, which yes, did look sexy as hell. He tried double dipping but this time you were faster.

"Stop! You already licked your fingers. That's gross."

"I'm the birthday boy. I can do whatever I want!" He stood next to you and demonstratively locked your hand away to stick four of his fingers inside the frosting. "Mhhmm. Try some."

He dipped his pointer finger in again and spread it across your lips. You smiled at his childish behavior and just gave in. "Yes, butter and sugar taste amazing."

"Your sass." He rolled his eyes and with a quick maneuver he had more frosting on his finger that landed quickly on your nose. And before you knew it, half your face was covered in the sticky topping as you tried to wiggle out of Mat's strong hold - but no chance. His tongue then swiped across your cheek. "You're sweet."

"Why, thank you. Makes sense with half a pound of frosting on my face." He lowered his lips on yours for a deep kiss, the flavor of the frosting mixing into it. The kiss distracted him, his arms around your body loosened and gripped your hips, leaving your arms free. You quickly took your chance - you hand dipped into the frosting and then smeared it across his face. "Ah!" The shock on his face when he pulled away made you top over with laughter, but when more frosting landed on your face you stopped. You stole the bowl out of his hands, taking a few steps back.

"Oh, it's on." He grinned devilishly and nodded.

"You're not playing fair though. Give me some."

"Come get it." It was your turn to smirk since you were loaded with the weapon. He attacked quicker that you thought, so it only took a few seconds for you to be trapped in his embrace again. You both had access to the frosting, which was disappearing at a swift rate, and smeared it across each other bodies - whatever place you could reach.

"What the hell are you doing?" You both froze when Mat's little sisters voice rang across the kitchen. After a few seconds of awkward silence and stares, you both toppled over with laughter while Liana stood in the doorway judging the both of you.

You called a truce, since the cake was almost done baking and let Mat go take a shower before people would arrive. You cleaned up, too, while the cake and your new batch of frosting (not made in Mat's presence) cooled.

A few hours later, the cake was done and you were surrounded by Mat's family singing 'happy birthday' to him. He blew out the candles, a content smile on his face as he watched his loved ones celebrate him.

"Happy birthday," you whispered to him later on when the conversations dispersed and he had pulled you into his lap.

"Thank you," he whispered back, pushing some hair out of your face. "Love you."

"I love you, too." You squished his cheek. "My birthday boy."

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal blurb #nhl fics #nhl blurb #mat barzal x reader #new york islanders #happy birthday maty <3

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lunetual · 1 year

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♡ HAPPY TAEHYUN DAY ♡ to my star boy, my very best boy, my boy with entire universes in his eyes. i don’t know that i could say it better than yeonjun so i’ll just echo his words — i hope taehyun can have a better birthday than anyone else can.

quick cc note: ah, taehyunnie! i always say he’s my most special kpop boy and like! i mean it! from the drop he has had such a particular place in my heart. and by from the drop i literally mean from day one when txt hadn’t even debuted yet and we all thought taehyun was a rapper. ah, the good ol’ days. we’ve come so far since then!

every time i look at how well he’s growing up, how he’s really coming into his own, i just feel. SO so proud. i worry that i’m getting repetitive in these tubatu bday notes always talking about how they’ve grown so much and so well but it’s just. i can’t help it. to me the tubatus are like. my little brother group? it is such a privilege to me to have been able to watch taehyun turn from this clever, bright eyed, ambitious little rookie to... well, he’s still clever, bright-eyed, and ambitious! but he’s older and wiser and even steadier than before. he’s always been so confident and surefooted about what he wants but now he’s also got all the weight and knowledge of nearly four years of working as an active idol behind him.

i love how quick-witted he is and how genuinely funny he is around his members and when it’s just moas, but how he gets shy and says he is no fun on variety shows. i love the way he tries to make eye contact with every fan he can at performances and the way he spends so much time interacting with moas on weverse. (i love when he uses weverse as google... like nothing makes me feel more embarrassingly fond than when he’s desperately asking whether it’s okay he swallowed a feather or casually inquiring about geopolitical relations in europe.) i love the way he throws himself into this job with his whole self. i love that he’s so passionate about it, that he’s so serious about it. this is his craft and he really doggedly pursues the avenues he wants to — i’m glad he’s getting to write and topline more and i’m over the MOON that he’s been discussing releasing a mixtape with the company. i love his tenacity to continuously improve and his tenacity to maintain his own standard of excellence. he works so hard to do so. another thing i love SO much is like. okay so, i’ve said this before but. if yeonjun works hard and likes that he can make things look effortless, taehyun works hard and likes for us to see that hard work. :’)

speaking of yeonjun, i think the other thing i love so so much about taehyun is how much he loves his members. he has so much faith in them and you can just tell that if he could do it all over he’d choose those four boys every single time. when soobin said that taehyun really cares about the people in his circle and not at all in a personal way about those not in his circle and that he can tell that they are in taehyun’s circle.... well what am i supposed to do but cry? the way he and hyuka are forever soulmates, the way he never stops telling yeonjun that he’s his driving force, the way that he always lets soobin know that he’s the best leader, the way that he and beomgyu pretend that they’re so different with their mbtis but are always, always there for each other and looking out for each other in every way that counts.

to taehyun!! my boy who lives so tucked inside my heart, who has lived there ever since that little intro video over four years ago now. i think no matter what happens, no matter how busy i am or where i am in life, i will always be rooting for you. i will always be proud of you. every which way i look at it, you have so much still ahead of you and i have no doubt that you will excel at everything you choose pursue — if not right away, then in no time at all. i hope this year is just the biggest one yet and that it gives you so many reasons to laugh. and most of all, i hope that you always, always keep those stars in your eyes.

♡

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xxmissarichanxx · 3 months

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✨XMACX Monthly✨ | February 2024

Happy February! Thank you again so much for voting for the Cover Model last month! March's Cover Model Poll drops tomorrow!

You may read this month's update as a public post on PTRN or below the cut! You can also see the previous issue here.

Last month went by way too quickly and now Valentines' Day is just around the corner! Then I'll blink and be another year older... This month, I'll be focusing on adding the final touches of Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate and prepping for a White Day (March 15) release. February is a short month, so I know it'll fly by... but we've got a lot of fun stuff including two OC birthdays!

Schedule

February 1 - XMACX Monthly

February 2 - Cover Model Polls

February 7 - Valentine Cards

February 9 - Cover Story

February 14 - Valentines' Day, Sidney's Bday

February 15 - Kurosaki Twin's Bday

February 16 - Art Process

February 23 - FBDC Voice Update released for Patrons!

February 28 - Sketch Dump

Cover Story Preview | Momo's Special Chocolate Recipe

Momo made some special Valentine chocolate for his beloved senpai. This month, he's sharing his special recipe!

Valentine Special

I'll be dropping some Valentine cards for everyone to download and send to your pals! I'm saving Valentines' social media post for Sidney because it's his birthday, so I'll drop the Valentine cards on social media before then.

February's OC Birthdays

This month we're celebrating Sidney, Ken, and Maya's birthdays! Sidney is an adorable red head from my project After-Party Chemistry! Ken and Maya are fraternal twins. They're not associated with any one project right now... But I'll be dropping some fun illustrations and OC lore about them on their respective days for everyone!

VN Development | Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate Release

I'll be releasing Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate's voiced update for patrons this month! You can play before I drop it on Itch on March 15. Last month, I added a "recustomize Jordan" menu in case you want to swap between Jordan's voices or looks in-game. I also messed around with the Gallery and Achievements screen, but you'll have to see in the update.

Other than prepping for FBDC's Voiced Update Release, I have some marketing art for release to work on lol... I'm planning two different pieces: a new poster featuring all the characters and a piece which features the four different color combinations of Jordans. I don't expect to finish these this month because day job's looking pretty busy, BUT I'm hoping to at least get some sketches done.

Other Goals this Month

I'll be wrapping up some zine pieces and commissions. :^)

Next Month

March 1st falls on a Friday so the Monthly and Polls will drop all on the same day. I can't wait to see who'll make my birth month's cover!

Aloha nui~ Ari

#xmacx monthly #vndev #visual novel update #devupdate #original character art #original character #oc art #oc #xmacxart #xmacxoc #momo #froot basket valentine #furuta basketball club

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ilhoonftw · 1 year

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i'm gonna cryyy

when i got my first big movie job 10 years ago, i met this senior assistant director guy who is not only one of the best people in his profession, but also i always felt connected to him as our personalities are similar. dude always had this profound sadness in him? but he also is amazing at directing large crowds of extras, like everyone speaks of him so highly. i remember one time there was a billing paperworl error and one extra was somehow excluded from getting pay that day, and he told the production to take money from his daily wage. he is getting paid really well, he worked on so many big productions so it's not like that 100zl would make a dent. like he shouldn't have to do that

meeting him made me realise i wouldn't be able to handle working in that business, i saw myself in him. kinda like 'how would i be if i spent 30 years working in that field'. he's older than me, obviously

i always send him birthday cards and he always sent me beautiful thank you texts. someone understood my heart???

i knew him for 10 years now, he told me about going to therapy and working on himself. how he almost gave up so many times

today he texted me out of the blue, that he's sorry he got so busy lately he forgot to thank me for last bday card. how one year ago he met someone wonderful and became a step-dad to four girls. how everyday he finds so many new, beautiful things. 'maybe therapy worked for me' i'm so happy for him. he deserves the best. i guess it's never too late

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chelleztjs18 · 2 years

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hey chellez! i’m sorry i wasn’t active for a day or two, i got a little busy. it’s been a hectic week :( but i’m back, and tomorrow (currently the day after for you) is my birthday! 🤗 i’ll be turning 19, and i’m so thrilled.

about the coming out, i haven’t exactly done it yet, i did give a few hints to my friend but i’m nervous so i’ll take a bit of my time.

and yes, india has four seasons too! but like we don’t have a particular autumnal season so instead they tell us about three, and now when i think of it it’s kinda funny, haha

also, i read the part 3 of ten days! i’m so happy and excited. i mean even though i’d love a best friend like yelena i feel so bad for wanda😖😭 it’s adorable how she went through the humiliation, partly knowing well that it was probably on purpose😅 love from anon🤗🌻💞

Hiii sunflower! Sorry for the late respond! How r u?

Oh really? Well i dont know if it's already ur bday or not but happy birthday! janmadin kee shubhakaamanaen. Wow 19! U have a long way of learning and have fun in life! I wish u all the best..

Ah i hope ur friend takes the hint and u get a positive respond from ur friend. Take ur time and dont rush it.

Oh i see..thank u for telling me that, i got a new thing to learn today about India.

Also thank youuu for reading Pt. 3 of Ten Days! I'm glad u enjoyed it. Yeah, it seems fun to have a bestfriend like Yelena.hahha. Well, don't worry, the chaos will get better for Wanda..😅🤣 stay tune for pt. 4. Next fic I will post will be pt. 4 of Half Love. You like angst, right? I bet you'll like the new Lizzie series Half Love.

Cheerio.

#chellez answers #sunflower anon

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cata-strophes · 2 years

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hello sorry i disappeared for a month *slides some sleepy boys as bribe*

their flight got rescheduled bc of a storm :0!!

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accio-victuuri · 3 years

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BoXiao & the Moon. 🌖

Inspired by the Moon connection that we had, here’s some more CPN.

• GG, our resident photographer loves taking photos of the moon as evidenced here. He also likes to reference it in his art, along with space. The infamous boy with a light ( moon ) is an old candy that is loved by BXGs.

This ties in with the fake rumor that Web said he wanted to take a picture of the Moon for GG but it wouldn’t come out.

• The official name listed for GG’s company is “Xiamen Midsummer Moon Culture Media Co., Ltd.”

• Here is a much more recent and subtle candy that we noticed. In his Man Han noodles Ad where he was playing the Guqin, it started with him looking out the window— admiring the Moon. This scene is similar to LWJ’s first appearance in the Untamed. He was looking out the night sky. ( moon not pictured)

• At the recent YueHua Family Concert, Web wore a short from My Own Private Planet brand. The print is a Moon.

• The CPN that inspired this post. It all started when Web was spotted wearing a special watch. With the date 10.05. More explanation here. Then a bts video of GG ‘s douyin post was shared. In it, he was seen with a moon landing related phonecase. People are pointing out that Neil Armstrong’s birthday is 8.5.

One thing to also remember is this is not the first time he had a moon related phone case. The model he used before had a pair.

note: the watch CPN is not yet verified. We haven’t seen it again. We have not seen it clearly.

• Something we missed in this TTXS episode. BXGs were too busy looking at the Little Prince and Iron Man decor— turns out, there are figures of astronauts/ moon.

• Back in July 2019, Web posted about his own skateboard clothing brand M SB. What does the M stand for? Is it under an already existing company?

Well, if you go further back, Web had a good relationship with something called INNERSECT. It’s The largest street culture convention in China. They have been inviting and collaborating w/ him since 2017. They even invited Web in their event to watch ASAP Rocky perform ( Shanghai).

So, A day after Web’s bday in 2018, they posted a picture of him with Moon Emojis.

A few months later, they posted about a brand called MOONBACK. same M* as Web’s in 2019. Just a different font. The description for the brand is as follows: The back of the moon is a collection of dreams and expression of creative potential

A BXG also noticed that if you flip the SB it looks similar to his recent 85 logo.

• Finally some next level science stuff. lol. The Moon phases on the dates they were born complement each other 100591 and 080597. OP does not allow transportation of the details so you can view it here. Even the universe is saying SZD.

That’s it! Enjoy all the coincidence ❤️💛💚

sources : one | two | three | four | five

#bjyx #yizhan

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hi 🤗 would you do a bday imagine for me? I adore your writing so much! A Bucky one where it’s your anniversary but you get called on a mission and it goes slightly wrong as you see a little bomb thrown in bucks direction. You push him aside and take the full impact of the explosion. You barely survive with serious injuries and you end up being revived and later in a coma and Bucky is always by your side. One day you finally wake up again and Bucky takes care of you and it’s all cute?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: soft fluffy smut because i can’t help myself lol (OMG IT’S NOT FLUFFY LMAOOOO) (i was finna do fluffy smut for their anniversary but it got filthy real quick ajhfbguhrtg, angst, scared bucky :(

cw: violence and graphic depictions of fighting and bombs and death *sad face*

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I'm so sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner love i was having a really hard time with this concept and i just didn’t feel confident in what it was becoming but i really like what i came up with so I hope you had a beautiful birthday and enjoy bug!!

ps: we’re working on anti-valentine part 2 ;)

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“Y/n!”

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

“Please, don’t leave me. I need you,” you heard Bucky’s voice echo as well.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your leg burned but you can’t seem to figure out why it did.

“Y/n, keep your eyes open, come on, baby,” Bucky voice sounded warped and you tried your hardest to focus on his voice. Your eyes grew too heavy and soon you blacked out.

“Help!”

“Somebody!”

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

“I’m here, baby.”

“The other day, Steve and I went to the store and I found your favorite flowers. I just had to buy them of course; for you.”

“Peter asked about you today, I didn’t really know what to tell him so I told him about the story of when we first met.”

“Baby, please wake up; I need you, I miss you so fucking much.”

“Wake up.”

“WAKE UP!”

Bucky sat next to you by your bed as you laid still and unmoving just as you had been for the past three months. Bucky came everyday to the medical center and talked to you even though he knew you probably couldn’t hear him. He held your hand softly and suddenly the heartbeat monitor that you were hooked up to for the time being began beeping very quickly. Worried, Bucky called for Dr. Cho and Bruce to come to the medical center as soon as possible.

“What happened?” Bruce asked Buck.

“I don’t know, I was just sitting here and it started beeping really fast,” Bucky said, panicked.

“Ok can you step out please?” Bruce started to lead him out and others arrived at the medical center after hearing the commotion.

“No, I’m not leaving her,” Bucky fought.

“Bucky, please,” Bruce begged.

“No, no!” Bucky thrashed around as Steve grabbed him and pulled him out.

Hours later felt like an eternity as Bucky waited outside your door. He waited for any news but he was clueless. Nat, Sam, Steve, and Tony waited with him also clueless about the status of your condition. Wanda and Vision had returned from a mission aware of the news and rushed to meet the rest of the team at the medical center.

“Is she awake?” Wanda asked breathlessly.

“We don’t know,” Nat answered.

“Vis?” Wanda turned to him.

“I’m afraid I’m in a bit of a state of panic, I don’t think I can get an evaluation right now,” he said sadly.

“Don’t stress, you two. Go get some rest. We’ll let you know what happens,” Steve told them.

They waited all night and by morning they all rested on top of each other, heads on each other's shoulders still waiting for any type of news. When the door suddenly opened, everyone who was asleep instantly and simultaneously woke up anxious for what news they’d receive.

“Barnes,” Bruce said softly; Bucky expected the worst, tears brimming his eyes silently preparing himself for the end of his happiness.

“She asked for you,” he said and Bucky sobbed, thankful you were awake. He took a very deep breath and walked through the door alone.

When his eyes met yours he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. You looked so beautiful and he couldn’t believe you were awake again. He waited so long to be able to hear your voice, hold you close, tell stories and laugh with you.

“Bucky,” you whispered.

He lunged at you and hugged you tightly and you hugged him back just as hard.

“You came back to me,” Bucky sobbed into your shoulder.

“Of course I did; I always come back to you,” your voice croaked.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he cupped your face.

“What happened?”

“You played hero, like you always do,” Bucky chuckled.

You were held up after being ambushed by too many Hydra agents. You had the material you needed and sent it over to Fury and Hill; now you just had to get the hell out of there but that was proving to be an entire challenge in itself.

Hydra had thrown smoke bombs at you two in hopes to distract and lose you but you proved to be stealthier and stronger taking out many agents already. Bucky was busy fighting an agent as were you and you took down your agent before he did.

You turned to him and to the very side of Bucky a man had detonated a bomb that wasn't a smoke bomb. You didn’t think much before you moved forward and covered the bomb with your body. Bucky snapped the neck of his enemy and grabbed you to pull you away from the bomb but it got stuck to leg and exploded.

Ringing echoed in your ear painfully.

Smoke filled your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Bucky grabbed you and knew it was best to not move you considering the state you were in; he couldn’t risk a single thing. More hydra agents flooded in and Bucky grabbed the gun you held and fired perfect headshots to each agent killing every single one easily.

He held you close and tried to connect to someone but the bomb interfered with both your comms. He yelled and screamed and cried keeping you in his arms looking for anyone who could be a friend nearby.

Your eyes fluttered and he kept telling you to stay awake, to keep talking, to stay alive. He couldn’t lose you.

“Hey, you can’t leave me; today’s our anniversary, remember? Four years today. The best four years of my life baby. I can’t lose you,” he cried.

Your body felt limp in his arms and he cried even more. The quinjet came up and medics came and took you away from him. He yelled and shouted and protested but ultimately broke down from feeling helpless.

Hours later they came and told Bucky that they put in a medically induced coma; it was all your body was willing to negotiate.

“She’s fallen into a come; it was all we could do.”

Bucky stayed by side all night and everyday until today. Your body reacted to the memories and everything Bucky had told while you were asleep. You fought and man did you fight hard. You needed to wake up and you did just that; reunited with the love of life 3 months later.

“God, I love you so much,” Bucky kissed you.

“I love you too.”

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“Bucky have you seen my black shirt? The one with the laces in the back?” you shouted.

“Did you check the clothes on the hangers?”

“Found it!”

Bucky straightened his shirt with a chuckle as he looked at himself in the mirror. Since the two of you originally missed your anniversary date because you almost got yourself killed. Tony gifted you two a reservation for dinner to celebrate.

Bucky turned around and found staring back at him wearing your black top \you found; you had a small smile on your face.

“You look so beautiful darling,” he whispered holding your hips gently.

“You look very handsome, my love,” you kissed him faintly.

“You ready?” you nodded.

Dinner sucked.

The food was alright, not incredible like you guys had been expecting but that wasn’t even the worst of it. The waiter that was attending to you was constantly flirting with you and Bucky wasn’t having it. When he requested a new one, the waitress that came suddenly lost the top buttons of her shirt and flirted with Bucky.

So you two left.

When you got back to your shared room, Bucky pressed you hard against the door as soon as it closed. His lips kissing you hard and his hand already untying the strings that laced your top. Your hands gripped his shirt and soon entangled themselves in his hair.

“Fucking asshole,” Bucky grunted.

“You think you had a bad time? The bitch suddenly had her tits out when she started waiting us,” you groaned, making Bucky laugh.

“Yeah that wasn't a great experience. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t be; all I need is you and already have that,” you whispered against his lips.

“I fucking adore you,” he said, picking you up and tossing you in the bed.

You sat up and pulled Bucky close to you as you seductively unbuttoned his shirt. Bucky bit his lip as he stared at you and you suddenly felt very small.

“No, don't get all shy on me. Keep going darling,” he encouraged.

You moved your hands down and unbuckled his belt pulling his pants and boxers down his thick thighs you loved so much. You kissed his chest and let your hands roamed across his stomach and waist pulling him close.

He pushed you down on the bed and kissed you breasts, tracing his tongue down the center of your chest to your stomach. He slowly curled his fingers over the hem of your pants and underwear and pulled down your legs as you did to him.

He kissed up your legs before reaching over to the bedside table and pulled a condom from inside the drawer. He pulled it down over his length and pumped a few times before settling perfectly between your hips.

Your legs wrapped around his own hips, excitedly anticipating what's to come. Bucky cupped your face gently, slowly sliding into you with ease. Since you left the stupid resteraunt, you knew Bucky was pissed off and Bucky was pissed you got absolutely railed into oblivion. You were just waiting, arousal dripping from you, for him to snap.

He gave little time to adjust to enormous size; you were already a jittery and whimpering mess underneath him. Your chest heaved up and down and Bucky sat up on his knees pulling you with him. You held his shoulders tightly and continued to move up and down, riding Bucky.

“You look so beautiful, baby. Fuck, I love you so much,” Bucky wrapped his hand around your throat, sqyeezing ever so gently, and pulled you against his lips. With his other hand he held both of your hands behind your back tightly; your chest flushed against his. He could feel your hardened nipples pressing into his skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned.

“Feel good? My cock feel good fucking you deep inside?” he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on your lower stomach; you could feel him poking your hand slightly with each vigorous thrust.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you moaned looking down in between your bodies. The obscene sounds of him moving rapidly in and out of you echoed in the large bedroom. The sight was just as filthy but you were basking in every second of it.

Bucky flipped your body over and pulled your hips up harshly immediately slamming back into you. Your back arch and Bucky’s hands rubbed deliciously up and down your spine. He lifted his hand briefly and striked down smack your ass hard. Your head threw back quickly and you moaned loudly at the tingling sensation left imprinted on you.

Bucky hips snapped into yours repeatedly, seemingly to be chasing his orgasm. Wanting to meet him, you snaked your hand down your front and circled your clit tightening the coil in your stomach. You heard Bucky grunts get louder as did your moans until finally you felt Bucky hips come to a sudden stop.

Your body shook violently as you came hard; your head fell into the pillows and you let out a pornographic moan; high-pitched and shaky. You felt Bucky’s lips moving up your spine softly and your body trembled under them. His hands caress your sides as he gently pulled out.

“You did so well for me, my love. You were perfect,” he whispered. You simply breathed heavily trying to steady your heart rate. You could feel Bucky moving behind you and quickly returned to clean your body up and his too.

“Baby?” he whispered when he was finished cleaning.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, that was incredible,” you smiled lazily.

“You are so perfect to me. So good to me,” he cuddled you; you squirmed and bit your lip smiling at him of which he returned.

“I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“Well, uh happy late anniversary, doll,” he said, making you laugh.

“Happy late anniversary.”

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years

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aha i'm that anon who asked a few qs in a really long ask before. i think ive caused a misunderstanding in that i dont need persuasion help but rather a good idea of my time frame for persuasion. i'm ever so grateful for your help tho, i got twst today! i do have a couple more questions tho,,

1, theres an ssr dorm riddle banner rn, is there some kinda rotating ssr dorm banner thing going on, or is it just bc of launch or smth?

2, approx. how long do u need to save for 100 pulls if ur religiously logging in and doing weeklies and is there any other ways to get gems/keys bc i want to pull for bday azul if ever,,

3, does the amount of friends you can have increase at all?

im sorry if i ever came off ungrateful or rude with those questions im simply curious and have poor phrasing skills..

thank you once again!

UWAH I’M SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE. 😭😭😭 I’ve been a bit busy lately.

I’m sure you have some of your questions answered already, but just in case, I’ll still answer them.

Is there a rotating dorm SSR banner thing going on or is it because of launch?

To answer your question, there will be dorm rate-up banners when new dorm cards drop in. Rate-up banners are the gacha banners where certain cards have additional boosts in the chances of getting them, meaning that you’re more likely going to get them when you gacha.

When Octavinelle’s story comes out in the near future, their dorm SSRs will be released. Most of us think it will come out on February since in the original JP schedule, Octavinelle’s chapter/book came out 13 days after the release (March 18 was the release date. March 31 was when Octavinelle’s first part of their chapter/book first came out).

If they’re going to follow JP schedule when it comes to this, Octavinelle’s story will release in 3 parts, and in each part, there is one dorm SSR that gets released with a rate-up period:

Part 1: Dorm Floyd

Part 2: Dorm Jade

Part 3: Dorm Azul

Scarabia and Pomefiore will be similar. When one part of their story comes out, they’ll most likely be accompanied with a new dorm SSR release and rate-up banner.

In the future, the other Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw dorm SSRs will have their own rate-up banners. Expect also other rate-ups to repeat.

Approximately, how long do you need to save for 100 pulls if you’re religiously logging in and doing weeklies. Is there any other way to get gems/keys?

Alright, the short answer is, at least in my experience, it takes a month at the very least, two months if you lack places to farm for gems.

For the long answer, I’ll give you a break down of how much rolls you can get from login, weeklies, rhythmics, lessons, general missions, shop, and stories starting from EN launch. I’ll also include the amount of gems that you get from the launch celebration campaign.

Firstly, let me break down how many gems you can within a week of doing weeklies and login. Take note, the login gem count I’ll be using are for a normal week. As of now, we’re still in the launch celebration, so they’re giving us more gems.

Under the cut because long aa hell.

So weeklies give you 60 gems.

10 from doing 5 rhythmics

10 from winning 5 tests

10 from doing 50 lessons

30 from completing all your weeklies

Logging in on a normal week also gives you 60 gems.

15 gems on the second day

20 gems on the fourth day

25 gems on the seventh day

Thus in one week, you will get 120 gems from simply logging in and doing weeklies. That is equivalent to four rolls. Expect the coming months to be like this.

Now, taking note of launch celebration, the very first week of launch gave us 200 gems (50, 50, 100). This week, they’re giving us 110 gems (30, 30, 50). The days they give gems are the same days as the normal week. Already, from logging in within these first two weeks, they give us 310 gems, which is 10 rolls with 10 gems leftover.

Launch celebration also gives us a daily amount of gems. Five days of the week give 10 gems, but two days give 30 gems. I can’t remember the first day that gives 30 (I think it’s the fourth, though, but I don’t know), but the seventh day gives 30. This means that within a week of logging in the first week of Twst, you get 110 gems. Expect the second week to give the same amount of gems, which will equate to 220 gems. That’s equivalent to 7 rolls with 10 gems leftover.

Currently, there are 15 rhythmics released. One rhythmic will give 30 gems.

5 gems for doing a full combo on easy mode

5 gems for hitting SS on normal mode

5 gems for reaching a certain score on hard mode

5 gems for doing that rhythmic 5 times

10 gems for doing that rhythmic 10 times

Since there are 15 rhythmics out, that means you get 450 gems in total from grinding on rhythmics. That is equivalent to 15 rolls exactly.

This also has the additional benefit of enabling you to complete the general mission of doing x number of rhythmics, but before we get to general missions, let’s proceed to the lesson missions.

When you go to the history and flying lessons of each character and click on “(character name)’s Tasks”, you’ll see that there are some missions to be accomplished if you do lessons with them. As you do more lessons, you will achieve these missions and unlock more of them. When you complete 100 lessons with a character, you will get 30 gems from doing so. This goes for all 22 characters, therefore if you do 100 lessons with all of them, you will get 660 gems in total, which is equivalent to 22 rolls.

The lessons you do will also clear out general missions. General missions are the ones in the tab below the weekly missions tab. If you clear most of these missions, you will be rewarded with certain items. Most of them give 10 gems, however. Clearing the general rhythmic mission, for example, will get you 10 gems. Winning tests will also get you 10 gems so make sure to do those as well. Look at your general missions and see what you still need to do to clear them out. Take note that most of these are also cumulative missions, meaning that when you clear them, most of them won’t go away and will make you do more of them (like for example, you win 30 rhythmics. You’ll have another mission making you do 40). So you won’t ever run out of places to farm.

Main story gives you gems, specifically in the chapters where you do battles and rhythmics. You’ll get 10 gems per battle/rhythmic chapter.

Prologue has 5 rhythmic chapters and 4 battle chapters. You get 90 gems in total from here, which is equivalent to 3 rolls.

Heartslabyul Book has 6 rhythmic chapters and 6 battle chapters. You get 120 gems in total from here, which is equivalent to 4 rolls.

Savanaclaw Book has 4 rhythmic chapters and 8 battle chapters. You get 120 gems in total from here, which is equivalent to 4 rolls.

Octavinelle Book may or may not come out on February, but if it does come out then, I won’t specify the number of battles or rhythmics for the sake of EN players, but you will get 110 gems, which is equivalent to 3 rolls with 10 gems remaining.

Personal stories are also a goldmine for getting gems. Each personal story chapter gives 5 gems.

R card stories give 5 gems in total since they have only one chapter.

SR card stories give 10 gems in total since they have two chapters.

SSR card stories give 15 gems in total since they have three chapters.

Upon obtaining every single R school uniform card, automatically their vignette stories are unlocked, so especially if you plan to hoard your rolls (like me), do buy all of the R school uniform cards that you don’t have. From reading all 22 R school uniform card stories, you’ll be able attain 110 gems. That amount alone equates to 3 rolls with 20 gems leftover.

Maxing out vignette levels will also go to your general missions (and these will reward you gems), so by all means, max out your vignette levels.

Lastly, the shop. In the gem shop, there are two key packs: the 250 gem pack that has one ten-roll key and the 50 gem pack that has three solo keys. Yes, you’ll have to fork over 300 gems in total, but it’s very worth it. For 300 gems, which is equivalent to 10 rolls, you get one ten-roll key and three keys, which are equivalent to 13 rolls. So you still profit.

The exam token shop is bare apart from the honey and thaumarks. But at some point (hopefully by the time February begins), there will be 3 solo keys up for sale. One key will cost 50 tokens, and there will be two keys that you can buy at once that will cost 150 tokens each, making it 300 tokens in total. All in all, you’ll spend 350 tokens to get 3 rolls.

OP, I know you want to pull for Azul’s bday card. As of now, we’re not sure if they’ll even put up the bdays in February or if they’ll start in September like in JP. But from launch until February 24, here’s how many rolls you will get:

Counting Rolls

These are going to use values at the lowest possible. This will not include general missions, as it depends on the player’s pace.

Week of Jan 20 (260 gems) -> week of Jan 27 (170 gems) -> week of February 3 (120 gems) -> week of February 10 (120 gems) -> week of February 17 (120 gems) -> 790 gems

Launch Celebration

220 gems

Rhythmics

450 gems

Lessons

660 gems

Main Story

Prologue (90 gems) -> Heartslabyul (120 gems) -> Savanaclaw (120 gems) -> Octavinelle (110 gems) -> 440 gems

Personal Stories

One R card gives 5 gems from its personal story, therefore 22 of the R school uniforms gives 110 gems.

Your tutorial SSR gives 15 gems. Your three SRs (the SR you chose in the beginning and the two SRs you pull along with your SSR) give 10 gems each, giving you 30 gems in total.

Therefore, not counting any other cards that you may have attained either from tutorial roll or from other rolls that you threw, personal stories give 155 gems. This value may be higher depending on how many other cards that you may possess.

All in all, 790 + 220 + 450 + 660 + 440 + 155 = 2705 gems, which is equivalent to 90 rolls with 5 gems remaining.

If we’re making purchases in the shop, then:

Gem Shop

2705 – 300 = 2405 gems but you will receive one ten-roll key and three solo keys, bringing us to 93 rolls with 5 gems remaining.

Exam Token Shop

Obtain 3 solo keys with 350 exam tokens will give you an additional 3 rolls, bringing your total to 96 rolls.

And this is not counting general missions and other personal stories that you might have but weren’t included. Definitely, if you do those other things, you’ll be able to get to a whole pity. If ever birthday Azul won’t come in, I highly suggest going for Dorm Azul as he’s one of the best cards in the game. Beans Azul may also come pretty soon if they follow the JP schedule.

Will friend slots increase?

Yes they will, through ranking up! The higher your rank, the more friend slots you will have. Being at rank 60 will give you 50 friend slots.

I hope this post helps you~!

#ask #twisted wonderland #twst

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Steal My Girl (jaehyun x you)

a/n : Am I posting too much Jaehyun fic? Anyways it is February and I associate him with February (despite there are other members having Feb as their bday too! miannnn)

ALSO HAPPY JAEHYUN DAY EVERYONE!!!

warning : none :D safe to read for all age! drink moderately and be responsible

enjoy................................

“Hey um sorry to bother you,” Mark pops his head into your room.

You turn your head to look at him, eyebrows rising to ask him why.

Mark scratches his neck and you pause the music jamming into your ears. You drag your earphone down and ask the “troubled” man on your door frame.

“Umm Jaehyun is drunk again, and he called me to pick him up.” Mark explains slowly, you nod and wait for him to continue, “Are you busy?”

You glance at the clock, it’s almost nine and tomorrow is Saturday. You don’t really have anything coming soon, you finished your work for this week already.

“Nope not busy, why?” You finally tackle Mark down to the big question mark you had in your head.

Jaehyun is drunk and yeah what does Mark needs?

“You know I still cannot drive, and Johnny is on the party too drunk. Taeyong has passed out since his first cup and I don’t know who else can I ask help for.”

You smirk and shake your head, what a silly request!

However, Mark is still your cousin and Jaehyun is the man you treasure.

“Funny how Jaehyun called you instead of me! Did he forget you cannot drive yet.” You stand up to change your clothes and Mark doesn’t need a second order to change too.

“You’re sitting beside me! I am not dealing with the drunk men!” You put on a jacket and grab the key, wallet, and phone.

You made it to the party house, Mark quickly fetching his three drunk brothers and you just stay back. You’re not coming in.

The last man to enter the car is Jaehyun. You did not know how Mark made the three big men sit on the back compartment of your car, but here we are!

“Woaah we’re suddenly in a car! Who called the cab? Why is the service so nice…” Taeyong blurs off laughs and words, “Even the driver is pretty!”

You roll your eyes, why would Tae drinks if he knows he is this bad with alcohol.

“Hey she’s (y/n)! Dummy… keep quiet Yong, or else you’ll puke.” Johnny pushes Taeyong’s head to the other side. Well Taeyong needs to sit between the two men and he’s already leaning to Johnny.

“Ah it’s you sweetie! Sorry for going out again without you…” Jaehyun reaches for your shoulder from the back seat. You’re used to this, even though you two are dating, you don’t always join him on his parties.

“Driving her boyfriend home safely, check!” Jaehyun giggles in his unconscious state.

“Bae, help me with this calculus homework!!” Jaehyun once knocked on your apartment you share with Mark. He barged in one evening after you and Mark finished dinner, in a messy hair and crumpled math paper.

You nicely offered him dinner and brought him to sit on the dining table. Mark served him snacks and water, while you calmly taught him how to work on the problems. Step by step, well while reviewing too, since he was on the same class as you.

After working on the homework and Jaehyun could answer ten sets of question by himself, you let him go.

“Thanks girl! You’re the perfect lover!”

Teaching and tutoring your boyfriend? Check!

“Babe, sorry to disturb you again…” Jaehyun’s voice appears softer and you know he is going to ask you a favor with this tone.

You glance from your homework, sparing only an eyebrow to him and he grins “I lost some buttons on the way home.” He shows you his button up shirt that lost three buttons.

You raise your brow, “Did you fight?”

He scratches his pink hair, “Well, someone mocked Doyoung and Taeyong, so I taught them some lessons.”

Only then did you notice, he has a small bruise on his face and a ripped lip.

You quickly stand up and grab his cheeks, checking for any other scratches on his pretty face. Jaehyun giggles when he sees your worried face.

You pick up the first aid kit and sit down on the sofa with Jaehyun by your side. “You should stop fist fighting sweetie, you don’t want to end up in the police office. I don’t have enough money to bail you out.” You roll your eyes and laugh, trying to make him laugh too.

Jaehyun smirks, “Haha yeah I know that, but you will find a way.”

You press on his scar and he winces, “Stop playing around.” You snap at him.

After taking care and bandaging his wounds, you finish your homework while Jaehyun sits on the sofa compressing his body.

You clean up your stuffs and finally walk to take your sewing kit, “Do you still have your buttons?”

He shakes his head, “Gone.”

You smirk, “Sorry, the only one I have are these,” you show him a set of cute pink buttons.

Jaehyun’s mouth drop, “You want me to wear that?”

You frown, “Well you lost your buttons. That is your button up, you go buy your own buttons.”

He sighs, “Fine…”

You smile secretly, “I’ll fix it later, wash this first.” You toss it to him and he lazily walks to the laundry basket and bring his dirty laundries with him to the washing room.

He goes back to the room with a happier face, saying he met Doyoung and Taeyong doing their laundries and got treated to some coffee. You just nod and the night goes on.

Only on the next morning did Jaehyun greets you with a spin and a kiss.

“When did you fix my shirt? Gosh thanks! You really are a perfect girl! Love you!!” he kisses you happily and you just nod your head.

Well, he slept early last night and you nicely sew his three buttons back with a normal button. You have them, you just want to tease him.

“Taking care of boyfriend and sewing clothes, check!”

“Sorry I am late!” Jaehyun appears wet under the rain, and you just shake your head at the boy who is stranding in the front porch of your college building drenched in rain water.

“Forgot your umbrella again?” you calmly lead him into your college hall. Well, he promised to attend the exhibition with you, but here he is drenched in rain.

“I lend it to an old lady, she was stuck in the supermarket and I passed by.” He tries his best to squeeze the water out of his shirt.

You dig into your bag and toss him your sweater, “Lucky I brought your sweater. Go change, at least you won’t fall sick.”

His pants are wonderfully wet, but that guy managed to half dry it on the toilet.

“Secretly has a back up for boyfie, check!” Jaehyun grins to himself.

The list goes on, the number of incidental and accidental moments pile up. But always whatever happen, you always have a solution for him. With your calm personality, you just shake your head in disbelieve and like magic, you are able to give him a solution.

“Yow Jae, tell us how are you still surviving college at this rate?” Johnny asks his friend on a Saturday boys night.

Jaehyun looks away from the TV screen and spare a glance on his friend, “Survive? What do you mean?”

Doyoung groans at his slow wit, “That slow wit, fights, constant good scores despite you sleeping in class, and many more drunk nights.”

Taeyong has already shifted his attention too from the screen to the young man in pink hair.

“Share the secret please!” Yuta chimes in.

Jaehyun thinks for awhile, trying to answer all the questions proposed to him suddenly.

“Um… I think I survived and still live today because of (Y/n).” he shrugs his shoulder.

The four men groan and sigh, “RIGHT! How can we forget your super girlfriend!”

“You’re right (y/n) is the one who takes care of me! It’s like any problem I have… she has the solution.” Jaehyun realizes.

Doyoung lets out a huff, “Where can we get one?”

“I lowkey want to steal her when she picks us up on the club at night!” Johnny winks, which earns a pout from Jaehyun

“I want her more when Jaehyun said she sew his clothes at night when he lost three buttons. Gosh Jaehyun you’re really pampered, she does everything for you!” Taeyong punches Jaehyun’s shoulder playfully.

Jaehyun stays silent, his friends’ words coming in and out of his ear like that, but his head is slowly playing all of the memories and times he asked for your help and you’re always there. You always leave everything behind and help him, but has he done the same thing for you? Doubt.

“Aigo she is perfect! Can I just steal her? I believe I can be a better man,” Yuta laughs, and the other men laugh too but that earns him a loud smack on the head from Jaehyun.

“CALM DOWN! MY HEAD! YOU PUNCHED ME FULL POWER!” Yuta rubs his pounding head and sees fire in Jaehyun’s eyes

“No one is stealing her! She is mine, and fyi you cannot find anyone else like her in this world.” Jaehyun smiles with proud, “She is one of a kind, and if you find someone else like her, she belongs to me.”

end

lol wouldn’t this be cool if there is a tiktok trend for this?

“helping boyfie do calculus,check!”

“helping boyfie sew buttons? check!”

byee author is just out of her mind

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malachi-walker · 3 years

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Happy birthday, Mal! I love your fics, they evoke so much emotion in me and have made me cry many a time. I don't often reread fics, but i've reread multiple chapters of Rhythm and Blues because they're stuck with me so much. You capture the emotional pain of their trauma and the catharsis that comes with their growth so beautifully. You also write some brilliant meta and just consistently post some fantastic thoughts. Also your love for swords is very appreciated. <3 have a lovely day!

First of all, my apologies for not replying sooner. I was making my mind up about something that would definitely require the use of a read more and thus necessitate dragging myself to desktop (which I hate because my laptop predates the dinosaurs.)

But seriously. Thank you so much. This is honestly one of the sweetest comments I've ever gotten and definitely made my already pretty sweet bday even better.

So about that read more. In honor of you, @metalesbo, my friends @n7punk and @jem-jarrett and everyone else who sent me well wishes or just really loves my work... Here's the opening section of the next chapter of R&B. Enjoy. It's a long one.

Adora Eternia is about two months shy of her fourteenth birthday when she first realizes she's in love with her best friend.

Though--if asked--she would hasten to explain that it wasn't when she fell in love. But trying to pinpoint the exact moment is an exercise in catching mist: the more she tries to grasp it in her hands the more it spreads out and covers everything. It just is: pure and simple and very, very complicated.

It's the beginning of December and the whole town is covered in a thick blanket of snow. Winterfest will be here in a few weeks, so to help out the kids who want to get gifts for their friends the Right Zone administration has shuffled around the groups that usually take their monthly trips on the third and fourth Sundays of the month to double up with the other two. As part of group three, she and Catra got the first week (the other three members of their crew are week two folks anyway and thus outside the reorganization.)

It's still kinda weird to think that: their crew. For so long, it was just Catra and Adora. Adora and Catra. One unit bound together, just them against the world. But there's also something nice about being part of a small cluster, their "scrappy little lone wolf pack" as Catra had once put it with a wry grin before Lonnie shoved her over with an, "Excuse you, I'm a great people person when I'm not busy making sure you idiots haven't set yourselves on fire!"

They all got a good laugh out of that one.

But regardless, the holidays are coming up and this is the first year that any of their group has felt like actually doing anything for it, aside from wrangling together a sleepover and seeing if they can convince the kitchen staff to slip them some leftover eggnog.

They made each other promise not to go too extravagant and keep each person's gift to ten dollars or lower. Even though their quarterly stipend has increased from three hundred to four hundred to match with inflation over the past eight years, it still isn't a whole lot for three month's worth of expenses, especially when they also have to budget regularly for clothes to keep up with the seemingly endless growth spurts.

There's also the usual budgetary concern of keeping her and Catra's first aid kit well supplied...

Adora shakes her head to dislodge the intrusive thought and continues marching onward through the snow. This trip is a good thing. She won't let all the awful realities of their life taint it.

With so many kids running around and wanting to shop on their own to surprise their giftees, Right Zone had to negotiate with both the local police and whatever other civic authorities they could get ahold of to come out en masse and keep an eye on them all. The kids had still come with their usual teachers, of course, but doubling the load and also splitting up was a logistical nightmare. Which is just a convoluted way to say the town is positively crawling with uniformed officers, off duty members of the fire brigade, emergency personnel, and other such authority figures quietly keeping watch and making sure no one tries anything.

Adora knows that somewhere in the press of bodies, Grizzlor's busy wrangling two new "brats" (seven and nine, respectively, and definitely not friends.) Somewhere, a certain Magicat is probably grumbling over the indignity of being forced to wear shoes and kicking every snowpile she can, like she can send a direct message to whatever cosmic force is responsible for her current frustration.

On an ordinary month she and Catra--being old enough to be allowed a bit more freedom to do what they want--would buddy up to watch each other's backs while they did their shopping. But this isn't an ordinary month, so once they'd each gotten gifts for the other three they'd split up on opposite ends of Main Street with an agreement to move clockwise to avoid running into each other. Afterwards, the entire group would rendezvous at the small clock tower in the park a block over before heading back to Right Zone.

Ten dollars wasn't a lot to work with, but Adora had done her best: a new stress ball for Kyle, some moisturizing oil for Rogelio since the early winter shed had wiped out his supply and he'd been too busy to pick up some more, a twelve pound kettle weight for Lonnie now that their shared exercise routine was getting a bit too easy for her... Utilitarian choices, to be sure, but she's been paying attention and that has to count for something.

Catra's the difficult one, of course. Partly because Adora doesn't want to just get her something practical, but also because they share nearly everything between them already. About the only thing that is definitively off limits is Catra's guitar, and she's told Adora enough about her time with Tao over the years that Adora wouldn't even ask. Beyond that... Well, there's a reason why most of Adora's day off hoodies have small strands of orange fur stuck to them.

Still. I want to get her something that's hers. Something she'll like. Something she doesn't have to share with anyone, not even me.

In the end, she nearly walks past it. In one of the artisanal shops that dot small towns like liver spots, she finds a display of hand stamped necklace pendants, with a design sheet beside it. There are a lot of the usual nature designs and such, but the one that catches her eye is a treble clef with the five staff lines bleeding out from it. They ring the edge of the pendant in a half circle, and scattered haphazardly along the lines are the other music notes.

The lack of proper order would drive Adora insane. She understands that it's just meant to look pretty, not be an accurate representation of musical notation, but still... She knows her own (broken) brain well enough to know that.

It suits Catra, though.

"Hey," Mismatched eyes looked down at Adora as her head draped backwards over the back of their desk chair, the throbbing behind her left eye threatening to escalate into a migraine. "Guess I don't have to ask how the composing's going."

"It sucks," Adora groused back, sitting up and gesturing Catra over. She jabbed at two particular spots with the half chewed off eraser end of her pencil, two hard jabs each, like she was filing a complaint. "Most of it is just what I'm going for, but these two places here... They aren't sounding right. I've been going back and forth over structure all afternoon, but nothing I do helps."

"Hmmm..." Catra stroked her chin and nudged Adora over so she could sit on the arm of the chair (they'd never gotten around to requesting a second, mostly because Adora didn't want to risk Shadow Weaver suspecting they were getting too chummy.) "Got any scratch paper?"

Adora pointed to the pile of half crumpled notebook paper she used when making adjustments and Catra snorted. "Ok, dumb question. Just let me see here..."

Grabbing a pen, she quickly inked a fresh set of staff lines and copied the notes Adora had already put down, making sure to leave space to work. Glancing between the two, she drummed her fingers on the desk, playing along in her head.

"Hmm..." Catra murmured, worrying at her lower lip with a fang in a manner that was... Oddly distracting. "Ok, how 'bout this?"

Adora jolted, tearing her gaze from Catra's face to look at the sequence of notes scribbled onto the scratch paper. She paused, brow furrowing as she played them over in her mind's eye. It was a little unorthodox, veering away from the path she had carefully laid out... But also blending well with the next part. Almost like the notes took a quick detour and then lead the listener back to where she wanted them.

"Yeah..." Adora replied thoughtfully, the tension all over her body starting to smooth out. "Yeah, that could work."

"Awesome. Let's take a look at the next part."

They ultimately ended up spending several hours going over the entire piece, sussing out every place where Adora was having even the slightest niggle of unease. She didn't accept all of Catra's changes and Catra didn't push the matter, but the ones she did...

They felt right. More right than they had ever felt when it was just Adora running circles around herself.

When they finally finished up she looked over at Catra, tail waving sedately in that way it got when she was simultaneously engaged but relaxed, and asked, "Umm... Do you want to learn with me? I like doing this."

'I like making music with you.'

Catra paused, looking over at Adora searchingly, almost like she couldn't believe the question had come up. No matter how many years had passed between them, that look never really went away, and every time she saw it Adora's chest ached in a way that was hard for her to process.

"I'd like that."

Catra's composing style is very different from Adora's. More wild, more willing to bend and break the rules if it means maintaining audience engagement, but there's always an underlying order to the chaos. To her surprise and pleasure, Adora found herself learning just as much from Catra as Catra was learning from her. Their styles brought out the best in each other.

The jingle of a bell kicks her out of the memory. Mind made up even though it's nearly double her budget, Adora scans the stand of necklaces for the one with the treble clef pattern.

It isn't there. Adora swallows down the disappointment, though she can't help the sigh. Of course. The town was well aware of the large population of music students a short drive away and catered to them accordingly. But there are also dozens of kids out on the street tonight. It isn't that big of a surprise that the design sold out.

Not surprising, but disheartening nonetheless.

She's just begun to turn away when a voice calls from the back. "Hang on a sec there, little miss."

Adora jumps, but remains where she is as a large Taurian man with a massive snow white beard trundles out from a door behind the counter, wiping his hands on his apron. "Was there a particular design you were interested in?"

Adora points at the treble clef, hope rising. "This one. But it looks like it's already sold out."

"Hmm..." The man scratchs at his chin. "Well with Winterfest coming up, I'm out of blank pendants-"

Adora's shoulders slump.

"-But," The man continues with a smile. "I can double stamp it onto the back of another. Ordinarily I'd charge extra for that, but it's my fault for not ordering enough blanks. Rookie move. Besides, it's the holidays. Now would that be all right by you?"

Nodding frantically in case he changes his mind, Adora scans the other designs, quickly alighting on one in particular. "That one!"

"The claw marks? Bit of an odd combination, but the customer is always right," The old man winked as he reached out to take the necklace from her. "My jig and press is in the corner over here if you wanna watch."

Adora was glad he specified, because as nice as the man seemed there was no way in hell she was going into a back room with a stranger. But she stood next to the window beside a display of miscellaneous knick knacks and puzzles, watching him carefully place the pendant in a cushioned stand to avoid damaging the already printed side and tighten it into place before moving beside the machine.

"You're gonna want to cover your ears," He tells her, patting the machine with one massive hand. "Had to switch to a steam press when the arthritis caught up to me. Used to do it all by hammer. This boy's okay, but he gets loud."

Adora nods, glad for the warning when he bellows "Clear!" and the machine's hammer comes down once, twice, three times with a sound like the ringing of an enormous bell. Once the machine is stopped and carefully turned off, the old man removes the pendant from the press and hands it over to Adora for inspection. "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"

Adora runs her fingertips over the impressions in the metal, memorizing the feel of it, the leftover warmth of the impact. "Perfect."

"Good. Now let's get you rung up."

Counting the five dollars she attempted to surreptitiously slip into the tip jar (the old man winked as he turned back around, so stealth fail) Adora went very over budget, but the others would have to put a gun to her head for her to admit it.

Besides, it's Catra. They already know she's the sole exception to all of Adora's carefully maintained rules.

With everything finished, she continues trudging through the snow toward the park, breathing a sign of relief as she moves away from the shopping district and the people thin out; no one wanting to go to the park in the middle of such bleak weather. Angling around a clustered group of bare trees, she spots the small clock tower in the distance, as well as the figure already standing beside it. Grinning, Adora picks up the pace a bit until she can see Catra clearly and--

Her breath catches.

Since her only experience with this kind of thing has been through books, Adora always expected this moment would be more dramatic. Like back to back in the middle of a fight, or eyes locking from up on stage. Something spectacular, like fireworks, lime explosions, like the feeling of playing a song without a single mistake for the first time. It's always seemed like such a big deal in the stories, and in a way, it is.

Because there's Catra, lost in her own world as she gazes up at the streetlight that's just come on, her left hand extended to let the snowflakes fall into her palm and the light catches the orange of her fur just right to make a blaze of color against the black of her coat. She looks so small, standing in that space all alone on a cold winter's night, but Adora knows deep down that she could never be that small, not when she's Catra, not when she means so much...

Pretty much everything about the past hour--about her entire life since they met if she's being honest--snaps into crystal clear focus.

Oh. I get it now. I'm in love with you.

It's a bad idea. Adora knows that. Shadow Weaver is enough of a menace while believing Catra is simply her roommate, her sometime tool--and Catra had ended up being all too right about the torture not stopping, even after years of Adora trying to direct Weaver's attentions away from her. If the evil old bitch figures out Adora's feelings run deeper, so much deeper...

Her heart beats double time. This whole thing is an unmitigated disaster.

But it's still the best worst thing that's ever happened to her.

She must make a noise, because Catra's ear twitches in her direction, snapping her out of that distant contemplation. She turns her head and looks at Adora, lips curling in a lopsided grin. "Hey, Adora. Wow, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Adora blinks, coming back to herself and mumbling the first excuse that springs to mind. "... Just cold."

"Well no shit. C'mere."

When she closes the distance Catra glances around warily, making sure they're the only ones around, before reaching up and retying the scarf around Adora's neck, patting it once when she's done. "There. I know I make it look good, but you don't have the advantage of fur like me."

Adora looks down at the thin AC/DC t-shirt that Catra's wearing beneath her half open coat, the line of her collarbones and neck, and makes a snap decision. "Is it okay if I give you your present now?"

Catra blinks, a little thrown by the non sequitur. "I mean... Sure? Do you want me to give you yours?"

"I'm good with either," Adora shrugs, trying to ignore how fast her heart is beating, how much she wants to do this before this moment slips away. "I just want to."

There's a long moment of silence as they each examine the other, equally searching. What Catra's looking for, Adora doesn't know. She isn't sure she wants to know.

"Okay."

Breathing deep, Adora reaches into her pocket and pulls out the necklace on its leather cord. Careful to keep the pendant hidden in her hand, she passes it over, fingertips sparking as it's taken. Catra brings it close to her face, running her fingers over the four parallel slashes on the side facing her.

"Why the claw marks?"

Adora laughs, nervous butterflies positively rioting in her stomach. "Because you're a badass. Duh."

"True," Catra smirks, flipping it over and squinting at the other side. "And this?"

"Badass, loves music with all your heart. Not mutually exclusive concepts," Adora says, trying not to give away how much she thinks about this, how much she wants to take that hand in hers. She settles for a playful shoulder bump instead. "Plus we all know you're secretly a big softie."

"Excuse you, I am all sharp edges," Catra giggles, lightly elbowing her before transitioning into a soft little smile. "... Just not with everyone."

Oh God oh God oh God. That smile will absolutely be the death of her.

Swallowing past her horrible awareness of that softness, Adora asks, "So you like it?"

"I love it. Good luck ever getting me to take it off," Catra laughs, then frowns, flexing her fingers. "Hands have gone a little numb, though. Help me put it on?"

Adora.exe promptly crashes to desktop. But she still somehow manages to move, helping Catra hold back her mane so she can slip the leather cord over her head and tuck it beneath her hair. If she hesitates a moment too long in letting go, at least Catra only shoots her an amused glance. "How's it look?"

"Great," Adora manages to croak out, trying to swallow past the sudden dryness in her throat. "You look great. Umm... Happy early Winterfest, I guess?"

"Well, I'm gonna hold onto yours a little longer," Catra laughs, playfully sticking out her tongue before reaching out. "C'mere, you big dork."

Adora shuffles closer, mind and heart both screaming as Catra draws her into a hug, nuzzling her head against the side of her neck. A little whisper. "Thank you."

Adora swallows again, even harder. "You're welcome."

Between them, the necklace rests, the music side pressed right up against Catra's heart.

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Fun fact: the shopkeep is based off a cool old dude selling machine pressed necklaces I ran into at a Scottish festival when I was 13, and he made such an impression I never forgot him. Anyway, happy Valentine's! Have a Big Gay Realization!

#answers #rhythm & blues #the catradora rockstar au #featuring adora's big gay realization #and also fantasy christmas

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yourneighborbakugou · 3 years

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4/13/2021 8:55 pm (Part 1)

Synopsis: Bakugou’s birthday is coming up and in order to properly celebrate it means you need to convince him to take time off. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

A/N: Let’s all pretend I wasn’t late in posting this fic 🤧 I know I’m on a writing hiatus but I CANNOT not write something for our gremlin. This will be a 2 part fic, the second part will drop on Bakugou’s bday. Enjoy!

The room was set up exactly as you planned. The four candles on your coffee table in the living room lit the home you and Bakugou shared. The dinner you’ve made is covered to keep it warm while you wait for your love to come home. You slide one of Bakugou’s eye mask on, securing it tightly around your head, preparing for his return. You were dressed in his black tee that exposed your chest the way he likes and a pair of orange lace panties. You were going to get what you want one way or another. And desperate times call for desperate measures.

Its 5 minutes til 9 pm and you know Bakugou will walk through the front door any minute now. As much as he loves being a hero for the city, he also loves his rest so the chances of him not being in bed by 9:30 is highly unlikely.

On the dot, keys jiggle outside your home before the click of the door opening travels across the room to you. You hear the harsh thump of his boots on your wooden floorboards before his silhouette covers the front door.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Bakugou drops his gauntlets at the door before turning to see you sitting in the living room, surrounded by nothing but four lit candles.

You grin, relishing in self-fulfillment at what you’re about to throw at him. You knew he wasn’t ready. Leaning forward, your piercing E/C orbs glow in the dark. You tap across the table for him to sit and he seems to get the message. Bakugou chuckles. He’s tired from work but he misses you so he’ll play along. He closes the door and makes his way to you.

You clear your throat loudly to let him know you were ready to explain what the heck was going on. He takes a sit across the table as instructed and notice you’re wearing his eye mask among other beautiful, distracting things. One of Bakugou’s favorite thing seeing was you in his clothes and you always deliver a jaw dropping and instant hunger down to his groin. He smiles leaning on the table and you know this look. He was hungry and it wasn’t food he was preying on.

“Attention here, Hero.” You speak firmly, intent on showing him you mean serious business. When his eyes come back to you, you push the paper on the side of your dinner plate towards him.

“You will take Tuesday and Wednesday off.�� You start. Bakugou raise an eyebrow, wondering what you’re getting at.

“‘No’ is not an option.” You speak again, leaning on your elbows, fingers linked. You know you’re being selfish right not but hell, you don’t care. The last few years he’s worked on his birthday and you had to settle for celebrating another day to make up. Not this year All for One, not this year. The city has your husband 95% of the year and they will just have to make do for the 2 days you are reclaiming as yours.

Bakugou holds up the paper you slid to him. It had symbols and stick figures (whom seems to represent you both) and amateur drawing of landscapes. He was impressed at the effort you’ve put in.

“So let me get this straight.” Bakugou says, breaking the silence in the room. You watch as he gets up from his seat and walks around to close the distance. He sits on the table in front of you.

“All this for some C+, at best, performance in intimidation tactics?” Bakugou place your note back on the table. He slowly leans down and raises your chin to meet the graze of his lips. You swallow the heat rising from your chest back down as the rough texture of his gloves holds your chin in place.

“Consider it done, Princess.” He kisses you softly to show you he appreciates your efforts. He knew you were up to something when he found you asking weird questions about things he did or did not like, places he would rather see before he gets old, and when you’d get all jumpy when he enters the room while you were on your phone. His birthday was coming up and knew his job was going to get an earful from you if they request him to work again. What you didn’t know, was when the New Year started, this was the first request he put in—plenty of time for his agency to plan for his absence. And better yet, he took the WHOLE week off. But he’ll save that surprise for Sunday.

You wanted to protest how easy it was to convince him when previous years was anything but that. However, you got your way so you let it slide.

“Now,” Bakugou spoke in a low tone, hunger fully encapsulating him. He slides the eye mask off you to properly look into your eyes as he speak the next words. “Time for my dinner.”

Part 2

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski #bnha bakugou #bakugou’s 2021 birthday celebration

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fernsehn · 2 years

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I think my flatmate forgot that tomorrow's my birthday. We've only been living together for 6 months or so..so.... Actually during the first two weeks of this month I was super afraid that I had forgotten her birthday because I remembered that it was somehow in the vicinity of mine. I constantly was like "fuck, what if yesterday was her bday and I just forgot and she didn't say anything?" This post is a serious "poor me"-thing so, sorry for that haha. Just felt like sharing. If I'm really honest with myself, it makes me very sad. It's just that she's gonna be the only person I'll physically interact with tomorrow. I only have one other friend in this city (a person I feel very close to and that I've only known for two years and seen about four or five times in that timeframe/in my entire life) who won't even be in town. People will call and write, yeah sure. When they won't think that I'll be too busy with work. But they won't be here. Also, I'm sick. I've been having symptoms for a week but never had a positive test, so it's probably just a normal cold but it still kinda sucks. I won't be able to go out? We won't be able to go out. I also had to cancel the birthday party for saturday (no big deal I'll reschedule it it would have been to cold to do it in the garden anyway). And one of our meetings from hell will be tomorrow morning. Like...those meetings I'm and we all are always afraid of because we decide on who will be a guest on our show and we are listening to the pre-interviews we did and my boss seizes the opportunity to be a fucking dick and elegantly demean us, etc... I swear to god: I've decided not to let him torment me tomorrow. To not let it get to me. And I also don't WANT to need my flatmate to remember my birthday but.... I don't know. It just feels sad. And I think it's good to feel sad about it because it IS sad...? It kinda makes me think back to my first quarantine birthday that I spent here with my former flatmate. The musician I had a crush on but kinda de-crushed on when he tried to find weird pseudo-intellectual ways to rationalize racism? Who didn't understand that Handmaid's Tale was a feminist? Who probably didn't really know what feminism was, bless that poor boy. Anyway. He was so so cute that day. He cooked me lunch 🥺🥺. And we had drinks the night before. And ...it was just really nice. ETA - I was meaning to add something and forgot: What I wanna take away from this is, that I desperately need to make changes. Whatever those changes may look like. But I always feel that when I experience profound sadness and am lucky enough to be able to change anything about my circumstances: I should just do that. Let's hope it will work out and I'll have enough courage.

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heartlessfujoshi · 2 years

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a good different - an ignoct one shot

Title: A Good Different Fandom: FFXV Pairing: IgNoct (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Ignis Scientia) Rating: Mature (Mild NSFW - Pining - Feels and Fluff) Word Count: ~3,345 Summary: Noctis barely sees Ignis anymore, and it's taking a toll on his mental health.

A/N: Happy birthday to Ignis! Here’s my offering for his bday this year. :) Please enjoy!

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Noctis looks at his watch and sees that it’s almost time for the last bell to ring at school. The end of the day always comes with a price. Yes, the school day is ending for him, but then that means he’s on his way to the Citadel to learn more about the inner workings of the monarchy, and how things will be eventually when he accedes to his father to take the throne as the rightful King of Lucis. And with that, he’s thrown into lessons and private meetings with the person that’s been by his side since he was four years old.

Ignis Scientia.

When the time comes, Ignis will become his Adviser, but for now is on his own path of making himself known within the High Council and other powerful persons within the walls of the Citadel. Noctis is happy that Ignis has found such a calling, but he misses the way things used to be between the two of them. They used to spend all of their free time together while the two of them were growing up - sneaking out at night to go explore hidden parts of the Citadel that Noctis couldn’t visit during the daylight hours as he would be deemed ‘too young’. Nowadays, though, Ignis is too busy with his life and there are no more free moments to spend together.

The bell rings, and Noctis begins to pack up his items. “Are you training today, Prom?” He asks his best friend, who sits in front of him in class. Prompto turns around to look at him, also putting his books away into his bag. “Or is today your day off?”

“Is there really such a thing as an off day when it comes to becoming a member of your Crownsguard?” Prompto shakes his head. “No, I’m going in but I’m not sure what I’m doing. I might train with Cor? Or I might do some work with Clarus and Gladio.”

“Sounds boring.” He teases, as he finishes getting his items together. “Do you want a ride? Or do you have to head home first?”

“Is Iggy picking you up?”

“Yes.” Noctis puts his bag over his shoulder and walks out of the classroom with Prompto. “At least, I think he is. He might be in a meeting.”

“He’s so busy lately, huh?” He’s sort of glad to hear that Prompto notices the same things he does, as he’d been afraid it was his own clouded judgment that was making him see things that way. “I can’t remember the last time I saw him.”

Noctis gives a sharp nod of his head. “I know. But I don’t know how to tell him to take a break. I miss him.” He says the words out loud, his cheeks flushing as he realizes he’s now vocalized something that he’s been keeping inside of his own head for a bit now.

“I’m sure he misses you too.” Prompto pats his shoulder in a half-hearted attempt to make him feel better. “Or, maybe he’s too busy that he doesn’t have time to do that.”

“Yeah.”

They walk outside and see a car parked in the loading zone. Noctis tries to hide his disappointment when he sees it’s the Regalia, which means that it isn’t Ignis picking him up. As they walk to the back of the car, Noctis sees that there’s no one waiting in the backseat, that disappointment increasing as he gets into the vehicle first, Prompto following him. The drive to the Citadel is quiet, Noctis lost in his thoughts about Ignis, and worried that maybe the reason he hadn’t been in the backseat waiting for them is because something has happened to him.

Prompto bumps his knee against his. “Don’t worry, Your Highness.” Hearing his best friend address him respectfully now that they’re no longer on school grounds causes a tiny pang to hit his chest. “Go find him when you get there. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“I doubt it.” He looks out the window and sees the Citadel looming in the distance. “Besides, today’s the day I spend time with my father. I might not be done with him until late tonight.”

“Then call him. Surprise him.” Prompto encourages him. “I can’t stand to see you so mopey. It’s clear you need a dose of Ignis, whether you want to admit it or not.”

“Hah.” Noctis turns his head away, the car rolling up to the Citadel. “Come on, let’s go together.”

“Right behind you, Your Highness!”

Noctis and Prompto walk up the stairs to enter the Citadel, Noctis bidding goodbye to his best friend at the elevator bay. He takes an elevator up to the throne room, where he expects to see his father. As the elevator doors open, he sees the one person he’s been hoping to see all day.

“Ignis.” He tries not to sound too surprised when he sees Ignis look up, his eyes looking at some paperwork in his hands. “This is different.”

“Your Highness.” Ignis greets him, his voice a little strained. Noctis can see there are noticeable bags under Ignis’ eyes. While his attire is pristine, there are little tells that Noctis is so attuned to that he notices them right away. Like the fact that Ignis is wearing his High Council robes. “You’re here to shadow the King?”

“I am.” The elevator beeps at them, upset that the door has remained open for so long. “Heading to a meeting?”

“Off-site, yes.” Ignis steps into the elevator, Noctis inhaling the faint scent of cologne as they pass each other. Noctis turns back towards the elevator, and sees a look that crosses Ignis’ face that he isn’t sure what it means. “Have a good afternoon with the King, Your Highness.”

“Take care, Ignis.” He doesn’t know what else to say as the elevator doors close, leaving him to stare at the closed door. Ignis looks about as good as he feels, which means that he isn’t good at all. But since he’s got obligations right now, he can’t think about that. He has to be focused for his father, who expects him to be in top form when they have their weekly meetings.

Dropping off his school bag in his office, he then puts on his own uniform for the Citadel, then heads to the throne room to spend time with the King.

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He doesn’t get back to his apartment until almost ten. Noctis had eaten dinner with his father, the two of them going over one of the meetings that his father had attended earlier in the week. He’d taken many notes, trying to understand the fine line between diplomacy, and ruling with a strong fist. He doesn’t know how his father does it, but he hopes that one day he’ll be able to maintain the same kind of fairness that he shows to his subjects.

Debating on if he should do homework or just go to sleep, Noctis drops down onto his couch and stares up at the ceiling for a bit instead. His doorbell rings, and any sort of tiredness disappears from his body as he isn’t expecting anyone to visit him this late. Getting up from the couch, he walks over to his front door and stands by it.

“Your Highness?”

Ignis’ voice filters through the small crack between the door and the door jamb. Noctis doesn’t hesitate, and flings the door open to reveal his future Adviser looking as exhausted as he feels right now. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

His heart pounds in his chest as he steps to the side. “Come in. Do you want some Ebony? I’ve got some in the fridge.”

“I’ve got a request to make. You may say no, and I will be on my way.”

“Go ahead.” Noctis has no idea what Ignis is going on about, as he’s acting a little strange. “What’s your request, Ignis?” No longer in his High Council robes, Noctis can see that Ignis’ suit hangs on his frame in a way that shows he’s been losing a little bit of weight. He doesn’t fill it out the way he usually does, which makes him slightly concerned.

“May I stay the night here tonight?”

That is not what Noctis expects Ignis to say, his eyes widening as he repeats the request inside of his own head. “Like, a sleepover?”

“Like we used to, yes.” Ignis nods his head. “Would that be alright? I….I haven’t been sleeping very well lately, and I think I need to reset.”

“I understand.” He does, because he constantly feels that way himself. Between his last year of study at school, and the diplomatic work he has to do afterwards, he’s always feeling like he’s being split in two. His eyes light up as he sees Ignis visibly relax, even though he hasn’t said yes yet. “Want to build a pillowfort?”

“Absolutely.” The smile that lights up Ignis’ face makes Noctis’ stomach roll, his insides feeling warmer than they were mere seconds ago. “A pillowfort will be lovely.”

“Do you have a change of clothes? Or are you sleeping in your suit tonight?”

“I can wear what I’m wearing underneath.” Ignis walks past him, but not before Noctis notices the hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Would you like some herbal tea?”

“Yes, please. You do that, and I’ll get to the building.”

“Sounds perfect, Your Highness.”

Noctis hasn’t built a pillowfort in years, but they used to do it so often that it doesn’t take him long to get it set up. One of the advantages of having such a spacious couch is that it means he has more comfy pillows to use to build up an elaborate fort. He gets his pillows from the bedroom and then lays out a sleeping bag underneath his creation, putting two pillows side by side.

He stands up and sees Ignis is pouring the tea for the two of them. “I’m going to go shower, and then I’ll be back. Feel free to get ready for bed too?”

“I will, Your Highness.” Ignis smiles, and nods his head. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll drink that once I’m clean.”

“Then it shall go to waste, as you will never be fully clean.”

“Oh, ha ha.” Noctis sticks his tongue out at him, and when he hears Ignis laugh, he knows that whatever has been bothering the both of them, it seems to be dissipating. “I’ll be back soon.”

Taking a hot shower, he tries to get his hormones to relax as he hasn’t had a sleepover with Ignis in such a long time that he’s afraid he’s going to make some awful mistake. Wake up with a huge boner, or even worse, a mess in his pants because his hormones like to torture him on a daily basis with what he can’t have. What he can’t have is the person that is going to be laying next to him. The Astrals are laughing tonight. He leans his head against the shower wall and sighs.

Heading into his bedroom with just a towel on, Noctis gets into a pair of boxer briefs and then a pair of black sweats. He pulls on a black shirt he’d stolen from Ignis a couple of years ago, and wonders if Ignis will remember, or if it’s just him holding onto something of their past. The life before duties became a thing for the both of them.

He puts his towel around his neck and heads back into the living room, where he sees the lights are off except for one of the table lamps next to his couch. Noctis sees a lump on the floor laying down, and ducks under the cover and takes his spot next to Ignis on the floor. “I didn’t drink the tea.” He says, getting himself situated on the sleeping bag. “I can drink it cold in the morning.”

“It’s fine, Noctis. You don’t need to worry about it. I was more or less making it out of habit.” Ignis sounds tired. More tired than he feels right now, because his nerves are on edge at the moment. “You built a very sturdy fort.”

“I tried.” He turns his head and sees that Ignis’ glasses are off, and his eyes are closed. He can see there are more lines on his face that he doesn’t remember being there before. Had it really been that long since the two of them had done something like this? Time seems to move so fast now that Noctis isn’t really sure. “Do you need to wake up early?”

A snort leaves Ignis’ mouth, surprising him. “I always wake up early, whether I wish to or not. And the answer is yes, I do need to wake up early as I need to go back to my apartment and grab a fresh suit before heading back to the Citadel. I’ve got many meetings tomorrow.”

“You know, if you don’t want to do this anymore, I wouldn’t be upset.” Noctis feels bad, because he knows that Ignis is going through all of this because of him. “You should-”

“Do not finish that thought.” Noctis gasps as he sees Ignis is staring back at him, his green eyes blazing with fire that he can feel pooling heat into his stomach. “I do not wish to do such a thing because all of it is for you. It’s always for you.”

“That’s why I’m telling you that you-”

Ignis shakes his head. “You’re not listening to me.” He feels like the space between them is becoming finite, as Ignis shifts to be a little closer to him. “I know what I’m going through right now is only temporary, and that it will benefit me in the long run. I want to be a helpful Adviser to you. I want to see you succeed. My life is on hold but I don’t mind.”

“You sound like a robot.” Turning his head, he breaks off their stare as he looks up at the blanket ceiling of their fort. “Doing things because they need to be done. I hate that. I hate that we don’t talk anymore.” The dam breaks, and words continue to spill out of his mouth at a speed he can’t stop. “I hate that the only times I see you are for seconds, and even those times we might not say anything to each other. But I see you. And I want to talk to you but I know you’re busy because of me.” He closes his eyes, praying to the Astrals to not let him cry. “You make me want things I can’t have.”

“Which is?”

“Your-”

He doesn’t finish his thought as the touch of soft lips connecting to his own makes him startle. As soon as his brain catches up to what’s happening, he moans and pushes his lips against Ignis’, kissing him with a calmness that he doesn’t know how he’s maintaining as everything in him wants to scream to the heavens that this is actually happening. Ignis’ hand touches his face, his thumb tenderly stroking his cheek as their lips keep returning to one another, each kiss not enough for either of them.

“My what?” Ignis asks, his lips now decorating Noctis’ neck with tiny kisses. “What is it you think you can’t have from me?”

“I thought your friendship.” Noctis moans as a soft bite to the base of his neck surprises him. “But maybe I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.” The words are spoken low into his ear, Noctis’ eyes closing tight as he struggles to hold onto his current reality. “You’ve always had my friendship. I’m doing everything for you. For us. All I ask is that you be patient.”

“I-Is that why you’re here tonight?” He wants it to be true - he wants to know that Ignis is as miserable with this new arrangement like he is. “Do you miss me, Ignis?”

They roll, and then the weight of Ignis’ body on top of his own makes him toss his head back with a deep groan, his skin feeling like it’s on fire. “I’m lost without you, Noctis.” Ignis kisses him again, stealing his breath and soul away as he submits to the intimate kiss. “I hate not having enough time to spend with you. This was my way of trying to get some of that missed time back.”

“Were you planning on kissing me tonight?” Breathless and horny, Noctis stares up at him with a deep need in his eyes. “Or is this off-script?”

“Completely off-script.” Ignis grins, and then gives a little roll of his hips, lining up his cock to Noctis’. Stars bleed behind Noctis’ eyes as pleasure rolls through him, his hips mimicking the motion that Ignis had just made. “That feels good, Noctis. Do that again.”

He puts his hands on Ignis’ shoulders and rocks back and forth, the gentle grinding of their cocks pushed up against each other making him grow warm. “W-What are we doing?” He asks, unsure if this is a good idea.

“Something we should have done a very long time ago.”

Another kiss touches his lips, but this one is all tongue and teeth, making Noctis mold himself against Ignis’ body as they rock their hips together faster. He knows he’s going to come - he’s a loaded gun, needing that release bad, but tries to hold it off for as long as he possibly can. But the way that Ignis rolls his hips, he’s all but lost as it gets to be too much. “I-Ignis…” He moans his name, wanting him to know that he’s close but lacks the motor skills to say as such.

“I’m here, Noctis. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” Ignis whispers against his lips, his heavy breath caressing his face.

“Nnngh….” He loses himself to his orgasm, the wet heat flooding his underwear. It’s hot, sticky and yet he isn’t bothered by it at all. Not when he hears Ignis moan his name, and then feels another wetness appear on his body, satisfied in knowing that Ignis has come with him; they’ve come together in a way that has forever changed their relationship.

The weight of Ignis disappears from him, and then he feels soft terry cloth being passed to him. He realizes it’s his towel, and he discreetly pushes it down his sweats to mop up the mess he’s made there. He hands the unused side to Ignis, and turns his head to give him his privacy to clean himself up. They get settled back underneath the blanket canopy, and Noctis feels Ignis spoon himself to his back, Noctis falling into his touch with a soft, content sigh.

“I’ll make more time for you. For us.” The soft murmur into his ear has his stomach pitching in a way that makes him bite his lower lip. “Will that be alright with you, Noctis? If this were to become a weekly visit? Sleepover?”

“I would love it, Ignis.”

“Then it shall be.” A kiss to his temple makes him moan softly. “Good night, Noct. I’m very happy I came here tonight.”

“I’m very happy you came tonight too.” He smiles as he hears Ignis groan, the double entendre unable to be avoided. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams to you.”

Noctis falls asleep fast, the comfort of Ignis’ arms making it easy to fall into a deep slumber. Things may be different between the two of them in the morning, but he knows that it won’t be a bad different. It will definitely be a good different. It will take some getting used to, but he knows that the both of them will be better off for it. Ignis has had a hold on his soul since they were introduced to one another thirteen years ago. And now, he knows without a doubt that he has been the same for him.

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

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