#so u just get kind of grumpy (you don't even WANT a kid but you're annoyed bc he said you can't have one)

[heich0e]

bff’s brother sukuna with a baby 😳

he already has a child (yuuji) and a baby (reader)

#liv got mail #but bestie............... i like the way u think #reader sees a baby in public and gets googly eyed bc of it #and sukuna looks at you and says 'don't even THINK about it' #'what do you mean? :( you don't want kids? :(' #and he rolls his eyes like 'i've already got you and yuuji to take care of and that's more than i can fuckin' handle' #so u just get kind of grumpy (you don't even WANT a kid but you're annoyed bc he said you can't have one) #and after a while he finally sighs exasperatedly and takes your chin in his hand while he dips down to eye level #and he's like 'finish school and get a job and ask me again in ten years' #hehehe #big brother!sukuna

[myalvmss]

⎯⎯ DATING HEADCANONS WITH AQUAMARINE HOSHINO❞

CHARACTERS. aquamarine hoshino, ruby hoshino, ai hoshino, akane kurokawa mention

MISSION. headcanons ; adventure mission, silent yet shining

WARNINGS. mentions of pregnancy & sex? this is mostly just me digging into aqua's character more and more, ANGST will most definitely be in this, but dont worry!

BUTTERFLY'S NOTE. special thanks to my friend named Ryu I guess LMAOAOAOAO. THIS IS SHORT??

⌗O1: when I tell you, this man makes me frustrated every two seconds of reading the manga, I have a love and hate relationship with this man that not even scaramouche can compete with, BECAUSE RIGHT OFF THE BAT, HE'S A RED FLAG. BAHAHAHAH 😭

⌗O2: when you two first meet, he barely does effort in the so called friendship, or what he thinks of acquaintance.

UNLESS you are of use to his plan, so he'll probably use you, sorry bitch </3

⌗O3: this mf's ideal type is just someone like ai hoshino (imo NO ONE can replace her, not even akane sorry not sorry) and what makes you think you can pull off an ai?

i suggest you CHANGE him, not change yourself for him honey

⌗O4: this depends on your personality, but the relationship might be a sunshine reader while aqua's the grumpy one LMFAOAOAOAO

⌗O5: aqua doesn't engage in social media much, unlike his twin sister ruby. in other words, he's a boomer yet I'm not surprised so it's mostly you who takes pictures and videos of u both

⌗O6: you and aqua often go on dates at the cafe, park, or mostly private places where you two can get alone time with no interruptions

⌗O7: he's SO OVERPROTECTIVE ABOUT YOU. imagine yandere aqua omfg, he even makes sure that you're safe and doing well everyday

A caring boyfriend but a red flag 🚩

⌗O8: In the song, "MEPHISTO" I think there's a lyric where "I'll bet my life, I'll give it to you" would imply that to the people he cares about, aqua WILL risk his life for you. THOUGH this song probably directs to ai, or ruby? but either way, he still cares about you if you were actually his girlfriend. not just for his revenge plan, but purely his own love for you.

yet sometimes I think, "would aqua even bother asking you to be his girlfriend at a time crisis like this?"

It's a possibility he wants to keep you safe and unharmed from danger, so he'll probably lock up his feelings from you and keep it a secret so no danger will come for you, but it's not guaranteed </3

⌗O9: in an au where ai is alive, I wouldn't say that ai would straight away approve of your relationship with aqua. she's a mother, yes but not those kinds who don't give a fuck abt relationships ykwim?

when she first met you, she's a bit suspicious of you, especially if you're someone who's young, but your mind is well beyond your age.

It took a while, but she got used to you around with aqua and genuinely loves you

“you two aren't getting a kid, right?” just a few reassurances that YOU BOTH AREN'T GOING THE SAME ROUTE AS WHAT SHE DID.. “mama! don't ask questions out of the blue like that!” ruby come rescue us both PLS

“mama.. cut it out please,” insert a little bit of a flushed red aqua PLSS

⌗10: honestly, taking back the topic where you change aqua actually would work, because this man is wanting revenge and is willing to kill his father.

you can't be the one who helps him, that will end up ugly if he does succeed, because let's not forget how aqua can get arrested despite being a minor, yet he's 17 (currently in manga) and he might turn 18 soon enough

so you have to BE THE SAVIOR who changes aqua to be a better person and set aside this revenge

honestly. it's not worth it, I KNOW this is about ai hoshino getting her justice, but would she wanna see her kids in danger like this??

DON'T go off like "aqua this isn't like you 🥺🥺" NO LMAO. you knew aqua when he was 16, that's a super high possibility on who you met him, and the person he is now is just the same aquamarine hoshino you him at sixteen

just imo, you need to convince aqua that his revenge path won't do anything better for anyone's lives, because correctly he's ruining everything — the man probably doesn't care but you gotta make him care and move on for the better like how ai would want for him and ruby

ENOUGH WITH THE DARK SHIT LMFAO PLS AHAHAHAHAH

⌗11: if you're smaller than aqua, then he'll probably use you as a head rest

lay his head on your shoulder

rest his head on your lap

place his head ontop of yours

⌗12: SURPRISE BACK HUGS >>>>>

⌗13: whenever aqua is jealous, he always keeps it a secret from you so that you won't tease him about it

think of a scenario where you're talking to some guy on the street, a fan or an old friend;

aqua would slowly wrap his arm around your waist and pull you towards him WHILE giving the guy a very overprotective look

⌗14: he can't help it but aqua always compliments you in his mind, like how cute or gorgeous you are

⌗15: i like to think you both started getting together after his so-called revenge plan for his father

⌗16: aqua's careful around you, by that I mean when it comes to sex. he doesn't wanna end up being a replica of his father.

by that I mean, he'd ask for consent first for sex ( aqua's not entirely that kind of person who doesn't ask for consent )

and also would not have sex during his teenage years, as he prefers to have it at adult years ykyk

⌗17: you're a pain in the ass for him, gotta say that BAHAHAHHAHAH

⌗18: since in aqua's past life, he was a doctor ( bro's a DOCTOR. ) that took medical education, it's a high chance that he still remembers a few things

probably trauma from learning all that pain of a education lmao

⌗18: so whenever you get hurt, aqua's always the one who bandages you :))

⌗19: since aqua dislikes bell peppers, you probably shove those in aqua's mouth for shits and giggles AHAHAHA

⌗20: he acts like 'himself' (or the past him) when you're around, and you're the only person who could do that

“i noticed that he's like how he used to be when he's around y/n..” ruby spoke to herself, watching aqua and y/n from afar as a small smile appeared on her face. “I'm happy for them both.”

#oshi no ko #aquamarine hoshino #aqua x reader #ruby hoshino #ai hoshino #butterfly ; missions

[bakubunny]

you have me back in a yan headspace, so i give you brainrot of dad!bf izu and uncle! katsu

good grief starr. i can't decide which one is softer (even tho we both know kats is the grumpy one) and it's making my head fuzzy.

but gosh dad bf izu?? are u kidding??

like either he's just your average dad bf that may or may not know he's a dad bf (mirio vibes iykwim) and leans into it, or it's full scale, all out controlling dad bf that sweetly convinces you you're too small and silly to do anything without his help. and don't get me started on that freckled grin that looks like he's oh so kind ffs.

and uncle kats who's legit a grumpy old man at every age of his life but he's so much softer than izu when he wants to be. he'd let you get away with just about anything if it meant turning your affection from izu for a little while, especially if there's a good chance he won't find out... unless kats tells izu what you did. (but its not like he can't check the cameras anyways.) there's no way they're not still competitive af about who gets to fuck kiss you first.

#lowkey daydreaming about dad bf izu and 'big brother' kats #also let's not forget 'dad's best friend' shoto #or maybe dad's best friend tenya? #idk idk this is a brain dump don't take it too srsly #tw yandere #tw dark content #tag later #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #asks

[nimnomdimsum]

Strawberry Jam

The context of this is that a girl named Millie from the city got stuck on the side of the road and a guy named Ben (hot sexy farmer) helped drive her to his town to the mechanic (also super hot sexy) they spend a few day together and now they making jam cuz Ben grows strawberries

"You pour the hot water into the jars so they don't break when u put in the jam," he said in a grumpy but matter of fact tone.

"I know."

He looked at me strangely, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes "What do you mean you know?"

"I used to make jam with my ma when I was younger"

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning back to stirring the strawberry jam "So yer one of those city girls."

I squinted and tilted my head to the side "What city girls?"

"The rich kind that had a garden in their backyard and 'farmed for a hobby'  the irritatin' ones"

Not feeling necessarily offended but more wronged, I huffed and said "that's mighty rude assuming I was a rich girl that had  expensive hobbies. Not that there's anything wrong with having a cute little hobby like making jam."

He looked back at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk "You sayin I'm wrong?"

"I don't like sounding cliché, but yes, my family and I weren't dying of poverty but we sure weren't rich."

"Livin in the city? You were middle class at least "

"I didn't grow up in the city"

"Then where did u grow up, here?" He asked sarcastically.

"I grew up 3 towns away, about 50 miles from the town"

He paused his stirring, his eyes grew wide and he turned to me "You grew up in Yanner? The town of dust?"

"Yup, grumpiest people you'd ever meet", I said with a smile

"Then why you and yer family in the city, no one ever leaves yanner"

"Like I said, we weren't dying and I was smart kid. I got scholarships and my pa was the only farm that had kinda decent soil to farm"

"Fuck, millie, I didn't even grow up that fuckin poor. What school did you go to?"

"The one here actually, It wasn't fun" I smiled

He looked puzzled, does that mean they went to the same school? "why did you hate it, the kids too posh" he said dryly

I giggled " Nah, it was the drive here and back. Spent most of my day in those buses. Woke up at 4 am to get to school and got home at 6pm. Just in time to make and pack jam with my ma"

"School started at 8 and ended at 2, you tellin me you spent 8 hours a day just on a fuckin bus and u still went to school and did ya chores at home???"

"Yup! It was ok tho, got most of my homework and studying done on those buses. So I had a lot of free time when I got home and over the week ends"

"What did u even do on the weekends? Sleep?"

I chuckled "I wish. I was helping my ma sell the jam at this cute little tea shop in town. Ah I fucking loved making jam with my ma, she preped the fruit, I cooked and jarred them"

"Sounds to me u did all the work" he said a bit annoyed that my mom didn't do more with me.

"It was the deal tho, if I didn't want to help pick, clean, cut and peel the fruit, I'd have to make and jar the jam myself. I hated prep"

He shook his head with a smile on his face, of course she hates prep, the lazy shit. "You said u went to the school nearby? How old are u? I never saw u around."

"I didn't see u either, maybe you graduated before me. We also hung out with very different ppl. You probably would have bullied me, heh"

He didn't say anything for a while, he was a pretty shitty kid "I'm 25, the class of 2023"

My eyes when wide "no fucking ways. You're a lying shit"

"What, why tf am I a lying shit!?" He said annoyed.

I laughed hysterically "how tf am I 3 years older than u. I was the class of 2020"

It was his turn to looked shocked "THERES NO FUCKIN WAY YER 28, YER LITERALLY STILL IN SCHOOL "

"Yes fucking way. I've been studying for 5 years dude, i just dropped out fer a while cuz I developed a stress disorder so I looked after my family and worked for a mechanic in town."

"Who? There's only 3 mechanics in this area and my best friends one of them." He said like I just told him the most unbelievable thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes,"It wasn't Jackie, it was Mike, he was fine as fuck."

"Gross, don't be thinkin nasty things while talkin to me." He said a little upset but definitely grossed out.

"What? Can't a girl appreciate a guy's  good looks"

"Not when it's u Millie, I can practically see what u thinkin and it could make a sailor blush"

"Someones blushing alright" I smirked looking at ben's red ears.He scoffed , turning back to the jam. He was clearly embarrassed and annoyed, and decided to ignore me.

I didn't mind though, the silence was nice. It allowed me to look at the house more. It was quite big since it housed 2 other men, Jackie and Grant, they were sweet fellas and kind enough to let me stay here until Jackie fixed my car.

I hopped off the counter and walked towards Ben, he took notice of this but ignored me so I got closer til my chin rested on his shoulder.

"Can ya back off a lil, I'm tryna bottle this hot shit and I don't wanna spill", he said a little disgruntled

"Nah, you’re fine, plus if ya burn yourself I'll kiss it better,"  I said with a chuckle, a joke to lighten the old grump but instead of rolling his eyes or pushing me off, he froze and looked at me with wide eyes and his ears a bright red and looked back to the jam he was pouring into a jar. He slowly tilted further and further from the jar and closer to his hand, my eyes went wide and I pulled  his hand away "WAIT! I was joking, if you wanted a kiss, could've just asked"

He burnt even redder now, turning his head as far away from me as possible, under his breath he mumbled and 'oh' and I laughed. I turned his head to face to face me and tried to stare into his eyes but he averted contact, clearly very embarrassed. I giggled again and kissed his bottom lip since I was too short to reach his full mouth.

That got his attention since he gasped and looked at me with wide eyes, now his whole face was red, from his ears to his neck and probably lower, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Yes”

Heyyyy…so this is kinda embarrassing but I wanted my bbg koi to judge it cuz this has been in the making for 2 years. HOPE U LIKE MWAH MHWA

Part 2

#cowboy #oc #strawberry jam #romance #random #quick write #kinda embarrassed but that Megumi fic is taking to long #cute #fluff #self indulgent #cringe

[mambalae-s]

hi hi mamba, i want to start this off with a congrats and a thank you so much for putting in the work and the energy to do this event. i really appreciate it so much and i'm so so proud of you. you're doing wonderful, darling !

for your event, i actually can't decide myself so i'm going to give you the choice to pick for me between toji and satoru from jjk - (i really really hope you're not indecisive and are able to work well under pressure ! but you can let me know if you need me to choose one);

this might need a bit of a trigger warning, but something i'm still learning to love about myself is my weight and my body. i kinda struggle with my eating habits a little bit sometimes and i won't go into detail but it's something that i'm working on :)

as far as my personality goes, i would describe myself as someone who speaks her mind and usually doesn't hold back from doing so (mostly bc i think honesty is the best policy in any kind of relationship). and um this might be kind of contradicting, but at the same time i also isolate myself from loved ones when i'm feeling down or pressured and keep everything to myself bc i don't like arguing/conflict. my friends describe me as having a sarcastic sense of humour and say that i roll my eyes a lot but they also think i'm very very sweet because i flirt with them often just for fun hehe. i'm mostly an introvert because i need to have my alone time but when i'm feeling charged then i'm able to make friends very very quickly. and my dad says it's because i'm empathetic and always know what to say when it comes to ppl hehe. (ahh this is getting too long... i just love talking about myself. i'll try wrapping it up quickly!) some other things you should know about me: i'm a hopeless romantic, don't like horror, am a total daydreamer, i write romance, fanfiction, and poetry, pink is my favourite colour, i'm a lipgloss/lipstick addict (and collect them for fun even when i don't need them), spring is my favourite season, my love language is physical touch, i'm an infp, and if it's important for the moodboard i'm south asian!

let's keep this sfw for ease, so i'll end it by describing my dream date with both men. you can then choose which one you'll do!

1. i know satoru's really really tall, but i just picture toji being taller and bigger in my head so i have this headcanon that i'm like half his size (for reference, i'm 5'3-ish) and in my head we are just grumpy x sunshine couple all the way. dream date with toji would be us going to the amusement park (my fav place on earth) and just being kids tbh. i'd force him to wear cutesy animal headbands and ride the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel with me and we'd stand in long long lines just talking and he would probably whine and complain about everything but he'd put up with it for me (also i'd probably manipulate him with my big eyes and my own bratty attitude ^^)

2. with satoru, i feel like since he's pretty childish in a relationship, i'd definitely act more bossy/mature with him as a result. (he'd look so pretty taking orders, wouldn't he?) dream date with satoru would just be a stay at home date. we'd start off by cooking dinner and dessert together, then have a spa night, and end it by doing a disney movie marathon together. he's so money i just have the urge to show him that we can do things without spending so much or going out to fancy restaurants and stuff.

anyway, i'm sorry for making this so long. as you can tell, i'm a talker. i'll leave the choice up to you for which boy to pick, but i just want to say thank you in advance. i love u sm mamba. congrats again baby doll <33

my beloved safi!! my dearest angel!! i’m so so soooo excited to do your request!! genuinely kicked my feet and did a little dancy dance when i saw your ask and i started searching for your pics as early as 4am before work! as soon as you mentioned sunshine x grumpy, you’d gotten me on team toji! im gonna make the prettiest, cutest, sweetest boards and scenarios for you, because you truly are as bright as the sun and you deserve the world! hugging you sooooo warmly!

also please don’t feel bad for telling me as much as you did!’ it makes me happy to learn about you all during these little events!

╰┈➤ cherry blossom lips — safi x toji

╰┈➤ song — pov by ariana grande

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 one of the first things that really drew toji to you was your smile. he finds the way your eyes light up and crinkle ever so slightly ever so enchanting. he’s so entirely enraptured, you have no idea just how much!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i’ve said this for others as well, but toji’s also the kind of lover who is very attentive to you and your likes. i also think that he spoils you quite a bit! he’ll take note of your collection of lipglosses and lipsticks and whenever he’s out, he always keeps his eyes open for ones that he thinks you’ll like.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 if you only ask him once, he’ll help you pick out a lovely combination for your days and contemplates very intensely on what look he thinks would work well! he’s very involved surprisingly and loves to see the way you switch things up every now and then, and finds it really cute when you keep returning to favourites time and time again.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i also think he’d be very playful and loves to kiss your glossy lips, if only to taste the sweet flavours as he licks the tint from his own lips, keeping his eyes locked on yours with your chin between his fingers as he tells you how sweet you taste.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s very perceptive to you and your feelings and always looks out for you as best as he can. he knows just how much you care for others around him, and him especially, always making sure that he’s alright, asking him about his day and of anything that he may have on his mind.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he might not be very vocal about it, but his way of reassuring you is at first to pull you in for a long hug. he rests his chin on top of your head and just holds you close to him, hands stroking your back and waist and taking slow, deep breaths so that you’ll follow his lead. especially during moments when he notices you quietly hurting, he’ll always mutter loving reassurances that he’s here for you, and that you don’t have to push yourself to talk to him until you’re ready — just know that he’s there for you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he also knows how much you try to show yourself love, especially when it comes to your body. toji can tell whenever you’re having a hard time showing yourself the love he feels for you, and his way of reminding you of that love is by initiating physical contact in very intimate ways!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 not intimate as in sexual, but he’ll lay down with you and shower your entire body with kisses, reaching beneath your clothes with his fingers and taking his time to let each kiss linger, with little whispers of everything he loves, every part of you that you’re still learning to love on yourself. like i said, he’s extremely intentional, so know that all of those kisses and light touches are overflowing with love he feels deep inside his heart, because he’ll be there to love you until — and even after — you’ve fully grown to love yourself the way he does

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you ask him one day to visit an amusement park with you, he doesn’t think twice about saying yes! sure, he might act like he has zero interest in wearing those cute headbands with you, but he’d do anything just to make you happy!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 sure, he’ll say that it won’t look good on him and that it’ll make him look silly, but how can he say no to those pleading eyes and pouty lips of yours? in the end, he’ll let you stuff his mouth full of cotton candy and grumble as you set cute mickey mouse ears atop his head — and don’t tell anyone, but he melts like putty at the way you light up and boop his nose, a little red faced as you tell him how cute he looks

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll even match with you to wear pink themed outfits! if it’s a colder time of the year when you both go, he’ll buy you both pink lilo onesies ahead of time so that you can wear them together! absolutely loves the pictures you both take and sets them as your contact photo, his wallpaper, all so that he can see the way you smile at the camera while his soft gaze is trained on you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 now this is a secret, but toji gets a little squeamish in high places, so he’s a little nervous at first about going on the roller coasters and ferris wheels, but it’s all so worth it as he gets to hear your joyful squeals and laughter, watching your eyes crinkle as you belt out all these happy noises. the fact that you’re enjoying yourself makes him all the more pleased and he takes his own enjoyment purely from you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he knows how you love the romantic things in life, so he takes you to the biggest ferris wheel in the park at night when all the lights shine like colourful stars. he wraps his arm around you and admires you admiring the scene around you, leaning into his embrace and just taking in the moment. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how precious you are to him, how much he loves you, and would absolutely tear the world apart to keep you safe.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when your cart reaches the highest point of the ride, he lets himself go and pulls you in for a sweet kiss, letting it last for seconds that feel like years and mere moments to him as he drinks you in for all that you are, pouring into you every poem he’s secretly written in his heart for you. he whispers to you how much you love him, “until the end of time, safi… i’ll always love you, even after then.”

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

#olympia. #jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jjk selfship #jjk fluff #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ safi! #i adore you safi! #you deserve the whole world and all its joys!

[scoupsahoy]

it's 5am and im up for no reason time for everyones favorite segment: ryan's bad opinion corner

todays episode: stranger things fandom and ficdom pet peeves and things i find silly

disclaimer: it's 5am i'm grumpy and none of these things are worth getting angry about. i don't actually get mad at people who do this stuff or write these things. in fact i love torturing myself but more than that i like to read and sometimes people take these things and make it fun or dramatic and i love drama. most of these are just silly little things. we all have them snd i know for a fact that some people's pet peeve is just like. everything ive ever written

people who can't talk about mike wheeler without making it obvious how much they hate him irrationally. especially in fic. why are you making him so antagonistic towards everyone he is so desperate to be liked. have u seen that kid. have u watched the last four seasons of stranger things

people who can't be normal about billy. real bad opinion corner type shit but like. i wish people could write or talk about him without either excusing how shitty he is OR absolving him of all that. if you make him a cartoon villain you're kind of diminishing how fucked up and racist he was in canon, like that isn't enough to make him a shitty guy and an antagonist on his own. let people explore his character without forcing them to pick between "needs to be tortured to death for his crimes on screen Or Else you're a billy apologist" and "needs to be forgiven by everyone and kiss steve at the end"

not a pet peeve just kind of a thing that makes me tilt my head a bit bc i think it's kind of silly. future fics where dustin and suzie get married... like they met before high school i love suzie so bad but like what is the chance that every single one of the kids in the show is going to be with their middle school sweetheart their entire lives. this opinion does not extend to lucas and max i hope they get married.

when people imply that eddie or robin are biphobic. biphobia exists and is complicated and can be explored in fic or whatever but when i see gay characters who are massively biphobic and only the gay characters who are massively biphobic it sure rubs me the wrong way. gay people are not biphobic by default. ESPECIALLY IF ITS LIKE

fic where steve is literally fucking eddie and eddie's like "man i cant believe hes fucking me and he's straight and doesn't like men at all" like thats not even biphobic at that point like eddie you need to be punched in the head with a blunt object you are just stupid and not in a cute way. i can't read several thousand words of that. no one would act like that even if they were biphobic

when nancy isn't annoying. make her annoying. make her abrasive and judgmental and kind of mean. but also like. don't forget that she's like very smart and helpful and caring and full of guilt and love. you think she can't be good and amazing and also a bitch? god forbid women do anything.

******* just in general but i don't want to be crucified ive already made two deeply inflammatory statements

when people don't love lucas enough. love him more. you are silly.

when you're mad about popular fanon and write an angry fic basically using the characters to make your point for you. and i totally get it. if u hate that trope u can also say hit da bricks. but i can tell how pissed off u were about this while writing and it does not make me agree with u more. in fact it's an interesting enough thought experiment that it can stand on its own and having the argument in the fic where you're basically mad at the fandom makes me less inclined to agree with you or want to keep reading. this is mainly because fic is something that is enjoyable to me when it's written out of love for an idea rather than frustration. you can always tell when the writer is annoyed and it makes it wayyy less enjoyable to read

i feel like that last one was kinda mean (or it was before i took out the particular context bc even though it's unlikely anyone will read this i dont want the person who wrote the thing im talking about to catch wind of it) so im going back to sleep i love you

last one

people who go out of their way to tell an author that their headcanon is unrealistic or their writing pisses them off or they didn't like how something played out or how someone was characterized. get over it please if you didn't like it, it wasn't for you. complain to your friends if you must, not the artist. don't make people feel like shit i'll cut off the roof of your house like wile e coyote and i AM serious about this one

#ryans bad opinion corner

[soullostinspaceandtime]

OMG I saw someone else ask this

Tell me about some of your favourite dreams!!

Idndksks OMG I HAVE A LOT

I mean...most of them would be some goddamn tooth-rotten fluff with my favorite characters hehehehe, comfort sleep~

But sadly I don't remember some of my best! When you wake up and know you had an awesome killer dream and then you're just...not remembering it😔

And in general some dreams are just sooo damn confusing and stupid that I have to like them, no matter how horrible they are because damn my brain made that up??

But let's make a quick list here with some of my favorites (or simply dreams that are tooooo damn weird to not share) that I can think of right now:

- I in general have this dream where a magical medieval-kind-of world clashes with ours and then I just live in my house and go to school but some of our streets are just linked to an old market, ancient shops, a small village or even noble residences or palaces!

And then (for some unexplainable reason lmao) the prince or duke or whatever just decides we're engaged now to unite our worlds

And then it's all just chaos because OH NO HE'S HOT and then I'm like WAIT GIRL GET A GRIP and start screaming stuff like omg how dare u force me into this, what about my family??? My cats?? My LIFE-

And the dude is always so passive like ok sure, they can live here or close by, and you can still go to school...or we'll get you a private tutor (one of them literally was like I can buy you a thousand kittens) which makes me even more angry cause hello?? Could you at least pretend you care about my mental breakdown?? I'm your goddamn fiancée you rude bish-

And then I give in and we all grumpy and stuff but eventually we get over ourselves, mostly because I get harassed and he defends me and I realize he's not that much of a rude idiot or he almost gets assassinated and I save his ass because sure, I'm a much better fighter with a sword than a damn prince or duke...uhu brain, makes sense

And then he's like hmmmm, maybe she's not a total bitch, after he complained the whole dream long about having to marry me (even though he chose me - _ -)

I actually had that dream two days ago just...this time when he almost got killed...I had a gun💀

- one I had rather often in the last time is some celestial being wanting to control earth

He originally went for a kid from my school and controlled them to get some information because he needs puppets or sth.

So a small group from our class and all of their families literally decided to take him down lmfao

My family didn't know so it was a weird kind of oh dear! School is longer today because of a workshop! and I'll meet up with friends now! or I still need to finish a project at school!

And then there were undercover missions were we tried to spy on him and find out who in our group he controlled (because he had inside information no one should know about jsncksmskxckks) which ended in stuff like me having to run to the bathroom because oh shit, why is my family suddenly in this restaurant, I said I was studying, this wasn't the plan!

This particular failed mission ended with the celestial guy just walking in the toilet and telling me to stop following him, and then he gave me a hand kiss and disappeared

You can probably already feel where my shit brain was going jxnckskkss

So yeah...in the end POLT-TWIST! He was controlling me while I was asleep and I didn't notice cause I'm a deep sleeper djcnksms

Sometimes when I dream it, dream-me is aware he's controlling me but I can't talk about it because otherwise he might kill everyone I like and love (I know, real cute dreams I have cjdmdkkdls)

And then he started world domination and literally asked me to marry him while everything was burning around us and everyone else was screaming

And for some reason I suddenly wore this super fancy dress...also I said yes because dream-me has no common sense at all! 😭😂

- weeeelll...the one I had a week ago or so was...um...special

We where in this camp with other families and kids and we all knew each other for some unexplainable reason

We made a trip to an island where there were monkeys and other wild animals and they were in really bad health

And after we got back the guide told us to never ever go to that island again?? Buuut me and a made up sister of mine sneaked out at night and used a literal teleporter to get to the island and we watched the animals

We did that every night from there on until I suddenly decided they needed to get off of that island

I lied to everyone that the island was completely and utterly shitty and that the trees were plagued and the animals were suffering, I mean...they were but it still was a lie in my dream (yes, I'm aware, it makes no sense)

We were all jogging on some path all of a sudden and I tried to convince my mum to go and get the animals but they all were against it

So me and my "sister" sneaked out at night again but the transporter didn't work and teleported us to a parking space

It was so damn dark and our families were there and were talking

My sister ran to a car and opened it and before I could get in too some chained up criminal that was chilling there screamed that we were there and to stop us

And I told my sister to drive without me and she drove out of the parking lot and then a truck just drove her into another car

So dream-me did what everyone would do and decided to turn myself into elsa and her into anna and I used my ice powers to keep the car stretched so she doesn't get squished

Unfortunately another truck rammed into her and...she died (it doesn't make any sense tbh)

Then I ran back to the teleporter and it was able to travel through time now - _ - so I saved my anna-fake-sister and then suddenly everyone was ready to drive to the island with boats and get the animals?? Like ok thanks for the unnecessary drama, now I'm fucking elsa because of u guys

Fucking elsa that petted a jaguar and lost her arm but then the dream reversed and this time he just walked past...survival skills on point

Anyways, it ended with my family and me being back at our house and wondering where to put all the animals because they're dangerous and OMG THEY'RE GONNA EAT MY CATS-

...and then I woke up💀don't want to know how it goes on anyways cjnsks

- okay so in general the first dream I mentioned is a favorite, the second one is just...I don't know, I like it because of the story I guess? And the third one is so damn weird and confusing that I couldn't not mention it (sry to disturb you)

BUT!

Together with the first dream I have two others and those three are my truly big favorites!!!

- So, my dream consists of one of my favorite characters (one that has some sort of supernatural power) to fall into our world djgjkdk

I know, I know, I have loads of world-jumping in my dreams but it seems like my brain is trying to kind of give it some amount of..."sense" lol

And they get like...trapped in an object, because they're not supposed to exist in my world

So in my dream I find that object, most of the time it's a necklace and sometimes a bracelet or a ring and we start to communicate through it and I'm able to use their powers

And at first they're pissed because they are trapped and I'm carrying them around all the time after all, but then I always work on finding a way to free them and in exchange they help me with my homework or simply my everyday life and then we get along better

- And the next dream is pretty similar, they fall into our world, they get hurt, I find them and sneak out of the house to visit them and take care of them

They're all grumpy because why tf is this girl even here

In the end we get along better because we got to know each other

But I also get sucked into their world very often!! And those always end with the both of us getting yeeted into our world in a life threatening situation and me having to introduce them to my family...they are not amused >-<

So yeah, that would be some of my favorite dreams ^^! They all end up to be some love story with my comfort characters or absolutely lucid dreams that haunt me for the rest of my life. Do you have any dreams to share?

#thanks for the ask!! #I didn't forget it #I just was super busy #and my dreams are long and so I needed time to describe them #astraea <3 #love to see you in my askbox hehehe #dreams #favorite dreams #comfort characters #favorite characters #movies #series #films #lucid dreams #weirdness pure I'm telling you #weirdo brain #ask #answered #my post

[clubatsumu]

saw ur requests were open and wanted to maybe request smth w tsukishima or atsumu, like established relationship and (i'm searching but can't find the right word for it) boring? but like in a familiar and comforting way if you get what i mean? 😭 like yk that feeling u get sometimes where u feel like ur life is stuck at like this one point and u feel a weird need to have it be Exciting and Fun and Fast Paced! i forget often that you don't need to be constantly progressing to be satisfied

im so sorry this request got kind of rambly pls interpret this however u would like :)

(+i'm glad you're back on tumblr <3)

atsumu turns 29 and suddenly he’s domesticated. like an animal — he’d insist on tiger, but all his bravado really amounts to is the waddle of a fattened beagle.

you take home Fattened Beagle (literal) in question one day and Fattened Beagle (man) slams the door in your face with a look of disgust and an emphatic, solid, “no.”

you rap your fist on the door. your door. your door that is used in your house with your name on the lease. “but i already named him!”

“i’m not takin’ care of a dog!” atsumu replies from behind the wood and screen. “nothin’ good comes outta takin’ care of a dog.”

“oh, but i take care of you!”

that earns you a look at his face because he comes out to open his mouth. and before he can say anything, you bust out laughing. that sours his expression even more. you adjust Fattened Beagle in your hands, cradling it like a baby, presenting it like a prize — which it is. you smile, and then blink slowly, knowing he is weak and you are winning. “he was yaga-san’s. his name is haru.”

atsumu scoffs. “what a stupid name.”

you cover the beagle’s ears, which are large, you think with wonder. they’re large and flappy and floppy — like wings without any aeronautical structure. “don’t listen to the grumpy man, haru-chan.”

“you never call me atsumu-chan.”

oh, what a kid.

you kick the back of his knee. “because you’re not sweet.”

it proves difficult. you have to bend your ankle at a degree that pushes your foot back up your leg, then you have to go on your tiptoes because more than he’s tall, there’s also a two-step difference between the inside of the house and outside of it. atsumu yelps and trips a bit, genuinely -- not as an act -- and it’s all worth it. 

“stop comparing me to the dog,” he grumbles.

“stop living in my house for free.”

“we’re married.”

you’re sure you’ll be greeted by a sock on the floor when you enter the house. a sock with a lost pair. everytime you ask him where the other one is, he shrugs like he isn’t the one responsible for where his feet go, why they aren’t going to places together. you let out a large sigh. “everyday i am reminded.”

atsumu is more disoriented than usual. he points at the dog. “how old is…”

you adjust him in your arms. “he’s two.”

he takes haru-chan from you, sensing your strained shoulders. he finally, finally let’s you in the house. and there is the sock. you bend to pick it up and toss it in the laundry room. “what did i tell you about --”

“i’ve always wanted a dog.” he cuts loudly, knowing where you’re about to go.

as planned, you lose your original train of thought. you nod, starting to smile again, forgetting all about the sock and starting to get excited because he’ll say yes to the dog. you haven’t even told yaga-san you’d take him for good, just out for a walk, knowing there’s a chance atsumu might say no. but if he says yes, you won’t complain. “i heard something along those lines as well.”

“you could have asked me before so we could’a picked one together.”

“i did.” you blink slowly, making your eyes large and innocent. “last night.”

“i was drunk," he deadpans.

“and you told me to get anythin’ i wanted, because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. light and joy and happiness. darlin’! i would give you the sun if you asked for it!” you cough something raspy out of your throat. atsumu is unamused. you shake your head, leaning closer. “what did rin feed you last night?”

“no clue. something dark and fruity and disgusting. like we were still college students and shit.”

you scrunch your nose. “ew. how’d you get home?”

“cab. it was midnight and i didn’t want to wake you.”

“but you did.” it was hard not to wake up when the front door all but slammed on its frame. atsumu is a large man by anyone’s standards, and a large man stumbling up the steps isn’t exactly inspiring confidence when it’s dark out and past midnight. 

so you grabbed your bat, and there he was in all his blond glory, smiling like a stupid idiot, ears red from the cold, in the hallway outside your room, murmuring declarations of love. 

“i didn’t want you to drive out.” he tells you now. now that you can take a better look at him, he does look like he had a rough night. his sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, his shirt crumpled. his eyes are red and he looks pale. “anyway, this is what i get for going to suna’s birthday party. a stinky-ass dog. jesus.” he sniffs its belly, and haru-chan stays still. “ya ever heard of body spray? probably not. come on. out. let’s try to make you smell less like shit.”

.

“we’re takin’ the dog back to the pound.” he says later that night. he didn’t talk to you the whole day, even after you made him hangover soup, but you guessed that was just an aftereffect of everything related to Suna Rintaro’s Big Birthday Bash. but maybe not. you blink, looking at him from the bathroom mirror as he leans on the door behind you. “huh?” you effectively stop brushing your teeth. this is… a surprise.

“yeah. final.” he says in that clipped tone he seems to get on when he's pissed off or inside his head.

“oh.” your brows furrow. was he menstruating? because last you saw him, we was gushing over the dog -- practically drooling more than it was. how did it turn around this quickly? “um. okay.”

he leaves.

atsumu comes back a second later, stomping. “don’t think of wallowing.”

the fuck was he on?

he can be a little bitch all he wants, but really? really, you can do it better.

“i’m not,” you deny, starting to get pissed at the attitude, putting the cap back on your toothbrush with more force than necessary. “who said i was?” you move past him and out of the bathroom, and out of the bedroom in easy steps. 

he follows you down the stairs. “where are ya goin’?”

“away from you.” you let the door slam as you go the the makeshift playpen he set up for the haru-chan in the garage.

“quit wallowing.”

“i’m not. i’m taking the dog back to the pound. like you said. final.” you stomp like he did. there is, admittedly, a fair amount of stomping in your house. annoyance starts from your gut and spreads to your spine, and now it is thrumming through your veins like a steady dose of adrenaline.

“quit bein' that way.”

“you quit being that way.” you swivel on your heels. “you’ve been mean to me all day. what’s wrong with you?”

“i didn’t want the dog.”

he could have started with that this morning. but he was grudgingly happy, you saw, so maybe this is about another thing entirely. “you’ve been with the dog all day!”

“well...”

“i got the dog for you ‘cause i knew you had one when you were a kid. osamu told me you loved dogs -- so i wondered -- sorry if i thought wrong--”

“you weren’t wrong.”

“we weren’t even supposed to keep him overnight. i had to text yaga-san to let me keep him for a bit longer because i’d told him i’d just take him out for a walk. but then you went off and bathed him and played with him all day, so of course i decided to just tell you tomorrow that the dog isn’t actually ours yet because you’re having a shit enough day as it is.”

you swear, the look on atsumu's face cannot be drawn or captured. it was pure distress and devasatation, curling the ends of his lips and drooping his ears. “so haru-chan isn’t really ours?”

you almost scratch your head in frustration. “i thought you wanted him back in the pound?”

“you brought home a dog that isn’t ours?” he repeats.

“i thought you’d turn him away if you really didn’t want him. but he was supposed to be a present if you did. so do you?”

“do i what?”

“want the dog.”

“no.” he answers.

you open your palms, gesturing at the dog he's cradling to his chest as it starts to bark at the commotion. “then give me the dog so i can give him back.”

“no.” he replies.

you gape. “what is going on with you?”

.

late -- later, he comes inside the room with silent steps, and you shuffle closer to your end of the bed. atsumu's footsteps aren’t the only ones there. he brought the beagle to your bedroom. the bed dips with a familiar weight along with something small and skittish, laying beside your back, between you and atsumu. 

“i can’t hold my drinks anymore.” he says into the room, knowing you’re probably awake. probably. most likely.

okay, but what does it have to do with the dog?

“you never have.” you grumble.

“yeah, but... it’s -- rin’s still the same as he used to be. no care in the world. a fuckin’ airhead if there was one." he continues, “the younger players in the mix were all there... i’m getting closer to retirement.”

there it is. the real reason rears its head, sprouting from a mouth you wanted to punch so much earlier. all the fight and the annoyance flushes out of your body at hearing the word retirement, because no one said that word around atsumu the same way no one said the word fuck around a baby.

still -- you knew what you were dealing with when you married atsumu, all moods and barbs and blundering words. you love him for his sincerity, for his candor, for everything really. and putting up with you isn't an easy task either, you know all too well, but atsumu does it with genuine pleasure.

even if you saw him take his fears out on the dog, it's scary to realize you still love him the same. you love him differently than when you first met, and you know you'll love him differently ten years from now, but the only thing that's sure is that there will never come a day when you don't love atsumu.

and so, in the spirit of love, you forgive him even if his apology doesn't come in the form of a sorry.

“aren’t there forty year olds in your team?” you try.

“they’re all almost seven feet, so they can play until they’re eighty, probably. me? i can’t do that, babe. i need to be the fastest one on that court and i’ll be a whole lot slower soon. i can feel it. my legs'll be slower than my brain, my sets'll all turn to shit --”

“hey.”

“‘s true.”

“when do you plan on retiring? and you have a plan for it when it comes, i know.”

“never, i hoped. i was twenty-three when i last thought about it. six years flew by like nothin'. and i do have a plan, believe me, i just didn’t think i’d ever reach a point where i’d need it.”

the admittance settles between the two of you like an uncomfortable weight.

“and?” you prompt, knowing there's still something he hasn't said.

“i like it here.” he tells you. he looks at you as he does it, head turning on the pillow. you aren't quite sure what he means, so your brows furrow as you reply, “i’d hope so.”

“no, i mean — i’m satisfied here. with ya." he swallows. "if someone wanted me to pick between this and stayin’ twenty-three and invinsible forever, i’d pick this over and over again without blinkin’. and it’s scary, because my job -- it revolves around bein’ young enough and fast enough and -- this...”

it cleaves your chest, what he says. it makes it squeeze in a way only atsumu has the power to do.

“i know.” you nod. “i know.”

“the dog was the icing on the cake. i thought it last night, but this morning? when you were holdin' it? i swear i felt... like something's changed. something's been changing. and ya know how i am with that. i like this dog too much.” haru-chan sleeps between you. "and i always thought people who had dogs are... settled, ya know. secure. 's why i never got any in the past. who'd feed it at away games? what if it forgets my face?"

you let out a half-hearted smile. “i knew you liked it.”

“you mad?” he asks.

“no. you still have a few years left in you.”

“yeah. but -- if i’m not playing on that court, what am i really?”

the end of the sentence comes out so meek, so low, it hurts you so much, drives a dagger into your chest and twists so slowly that tears spring at the corner of your eyes. and to think you were pissed as hell at him earlier, stomping on floors and banging doors. but then again, that seems to be a language the two of you have no problem sharing, and the end always leads to resolution.

you move closer to him, squishing the dog closer in the caged parenthesis of him and you, and atsumu's arm reaches out as a fingertip skims where your hair meets your temple. this is nice. quiet is nice. and sometimes, you've learned, nothing matters outside the parenthesis.

you met atsumu when you were young. he was a loudmouthed prick with a bad dye-job and you were the only person who was as much of an asshole as he was. and the years spanning in between, somehow, someway, after working and re-working and growing up and growing some more, the two of you ended up in this two storey house in a town twenty minutes away from the city, with a nice breeze and south facing windows in the kitchen, and a backyard that's big enough for a dog, and maybe, just maybe, a couple of kids.

a house of boring people. people who, six years ago, would have made you look at each other with an identical curl in the bridge of your noses.

you and atsumu thrived by jabbing at each other best you can, verbal pinches and pricks, but sometimes, you remember atsumu is a man with a heart of gold, something so soft that you want to protect it with everything you are.

you get those people now. you know he does too. and something in that acceptance was the change that was so slow and gradual he was talking about, that when you try to pinpoint where everything shifted, you'd have to pick at the whole timeline.

“what are you without volleyball?" you say softly. everything will change again too, once he retires, but that's for later. "well. a pain in my ass is one. if you're worrying about what to do, you can always fix the shed. wash the dog. and i like that you don’t have to be so far away half the year anymore. i miss you when you're not around, you know. and you can admit you like taking things slow, and then you can quit the full throttle mode you’ve been operating at your whole life, because i can see that it’s tiring you out now. you can take things slow, and i'll still be here, however you need me, and you'll figure it out like you always do with everything.”

you swallow a lump in your throat, palm brushing haru-chan's fur as atsumu's palm brushes your hair.

“you can be just atsumu. not musubi’s sexy setter — god, i hate that nickname. i hate it so much, tsumu.” you laugh.

"'course you would," he replies, and you can hear a bit of ease in his voice that wasn't there earlier.

you swallow, looking him in the eyes. you see yourself there, in the same place, ten, twenty, fifty years from now, and you find that it doesn't bother you at all, the banality of it, the predicatbility of how it'll go. the thought of you loving him as long as you can fills you with so much comfort.

“my atsumu. you’ve always been my atsumu. it won’t be anything different at all.”

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader

[fairestwriting]

This is my first time requesting so I hope i don't mess up :') . Can I request the dorm leaders (anyone you want or comfortable with rlly) visits MC's world cuz they're interested/curious/etc. since there is some difference between their world and MC's. How would they react to our world? I hope I don't confuse you much with this request since I never do this lol. I understand if you ignore this if it doesn't follow any of the rules. Aside that- I hope you're doing good and taking yourself! Luv u

its all good! you didnt do anythin wrong. and thanks so much, i hope youre doing well too anon n__n<3

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle feels like a shy kid, coming to your world. All that backbone he has when scolding his dorm members is just gone -- And all because he's just... painfully aware he doesn't know the cultural customs, so he's genuinely afraid to do something wrong.

He loosens up a bit as he learns, watching others, but still keeps trying very hard to be polite. He wants to give off a good impression! Especially if you're introducing him to people you know...

He's mostly passive, just taking in whatever information you decide to give him, sometimes questioning here and there about how certain things work without magic, but mostly, he's just putting on effort to not be a troublesome visitor.

Leona Kingscholar

He's still low energy as always, he's never been very curious about your world, honestly. Maybe one or two things have sparked his interest, but in general, he just feels meh about it.

That opinion changes when he realizes how out of place he is, being a beastman, and you ask him to wear some kind of hat and hide his tail. Now he feels awkward about it too, and that means he gets irritable.

If Riddle is trying to not be a troublesome visitor, then Leona is trying to be that troublesome visitor. He's just annoyed that he needs to hide like this, his usual grumpiness turned up to eleven. You bicker through the entire visit, but that aside, he adjusts to Earth habits rather easily? And if you manage to catch his interest with something, his mood improves considerably.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Riddle in that he's worried about coming off as maladjusted, but he doesn't show that nearly as much. Azul lets you lead the way and takes mental notes on everything, making sure the image he shows your world is a good one.

He's interested in learning the differences between Earth and Twisted Wonderland, but in that business-minded way of his. He wants to know if you have any new strategies he could mimic, so whenever you visit some sort of establishment, Azul's brain is just going a mile a minute, wondering how he can do something like that when he gets back home.

Introducing him to people you know is... not the best decision. He'll be polite to them, but he's also always looking for more profit, and being the only one who's capable of magic in a magicless way... he's gonna try to rope your friends into some contracts, so watch out.

Kalim Al-Asim

You're expecting this but, well, Kalim is very excited. He's bouncing around in excitement, everything looks so new and interesting to him, even if it isn't that different from what he knows in Twisted Wonderland!

Asks you all sorts of questions about everything, pretty much, but he focuses a lot on what you probably think is very unimportant stuff. Like, he wants to know if your carpets can move on their own too, he gets very invested in how you do certain things without magic.

Also wants to see how you have fun and hang out with others in your world! Kalim will beg and plead to meet all your friends, and then to bring them all over to Twisted Wonderland one day, so he can throw them a big party!

Vil Schoenheit

Asks you questions about your world before letting you take him there, but in the way someone would research about a place they're vacationing to. He wants to have a good idea of how he should act before doing anything, just so he doesn't make a fool of himself.

Treats it like a vacation to another country, in general. He's done it before, so he adjusts rather well. He'll mostly let you lead the way when it comes to what you're doing, but if he finds something that piques his interest, he'll ask you to show it to him too.

Actually finds all the differences and similarities in culture interesting and ends up having a good time. He's decently used to not relying on magic too much, so the lack of it doesn't bother him much. Though he's still as picky and judgemental as ever, not afraid of telling you when he thinks something is just bad.

Idia Shroud

Terrified. Genuinely. You've probably had quite the argument about bringing Idia to your world, he keeps going on about how he'll stand out so much with the flaming blue hair, and that's what holds back his visit the most, really.

If you manage to drag him there, he won't be too keen on leaving the house, but that's just regular Idia. He's still curious about things, though, so if you want to stay home and show him things through the internet or something, he's open to it.

You should take him to some sort of anime convetion! He might argue against it at first because of how inhuman he looks, but once you remind him that cosplayers exist, you manage to convince him. He'll actually have fun, learning about how otaku culture is like in your world, and you two will probably have a lot to binge watch together when you get home.

Malleus Draconia

Another one with an appearence problem... Malleus is open to visiting your world, sure, but shouldn't he do something about the horns? You end up settling on using some magic to hide them, and you're stuck with horn-less Malleus for a couple days. A strange sight.

He wants to see whatever you want to show him, his curiosity being very general. Though he can't lie he leans towards things that have some sort of personal connection to you the most, like the places you played at as a child, or where you hang out with your friends.

Anywhere you take him will feel entertaining to Malleus, being so unusual to him. From museums to your favorite ice cream shops, he wants to see them all! Speaking of ice cream specifically, though, he'll be very impressed with the variety you have around, it's nothing like what he gets back at the Valley of Thorns.

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[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

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[jeonggukkiepabo]

CRYSTAL SNOW ❄ MYG

SUMMARY: Christmas has always been a stressful time for Yoongi: buying presents, decorating the tree, baking cookies, you name it-Yoongi does it. It wouldn't be so difficult if Yoongi had someone to help him, but all he has left in his life is his beautiful daughter Ara.But maybe this year, he won't be all alone.

GENRE: christmas fluff  ❄ a bit of smut

WORD COUNT: 7,3k

WARNINGS: f l u f f, single parent yoongi, kindergarten teacher y/n, oral, satoori, domestic christmas vibes :(, mentions of death

AUTHOR’S NOTE: the secret collab is finally here! thanks @kimtaehyunq​ for letting me join💞 i’m so excited to read the other fics as well! & thank you Mags for doing this amazing banner I think this is the prettiest banner I've ever had. 🤧 Tysm love💞

MERRY CHRISTMAS

People usually say she looks a lot like her father, but all Yoongi sees in Ara is his wife. Wherever his daughter goes, his wife's ghost follows, the memory of his teenage love and the wonderful years they spent together until she left their lives.

Min Dasom died almost one year after Ara was born, her death coming too sudden for anyone to bid their last goodbyes-leaving her husband and baby heartbroken and alone.

It was awful, Yoongi won't be able to forget that one night the police called him, telling him that his precious wife drowned in the ocean during her monthly trip to the beach with her friends. 

Ever since that call, Yoongi has never stepped near a beach again, never felt hot sand between his toes again, never went swimming again.

It was hard, being a single parent and Yoongi was tempted to give up many times, but seeing Ara grow and bloom into the beautiful girl she is now, Yoongi is beyond thankful that he survived the pain and sorrow.  

He never drowned his thoughts in alcohol because his sunshine always looked at him with her sad little eyes, almost as if she knew what he wanted to do and hugged his legs tightly until Yoongi set the bottle away and picked Ara up and spent the night cuddling her.

Things got easier as soon as Ara was old enough to finally go to kindergarten, allowing Yoongi to work more hours and on a daily basis again. It's not like he needed a lot of money, it's just that Yoongi needs to work. 

He's used to working all the time, he's always been-because working doesn't give him time to think about the tragedy that is his life.

Money wasn't an issue for the Min family, Yoongi used to be one of the most successful pianists and producers in South Korea, but he gave up on that as soon as Ara was born, just to have time for his family.

His friend Hyunjin offered him a job as a songwriter and composer at his own label JinHit Entertainment. 

Yoongi could work from home whenever he wanted and needed to, but the studio Hyunjin set him up was way better and filled with new technology that Yoongi loved playing and experimenting with.

The acclimatization to her new daily routine wasn't easy for Ara because she wasn't used to having women in her life-until now, it has always been Yoongi and Ara. They ended up switching kindergarten two times before Ara came into the one that you've been working at for a while now-instantly falling in love with you.

The first few days with your new reference child we're quite… interesting because the little girl was full of action and so curious about every little thing in the room that you couldn't sit still and talk to her father for a while because Ara grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the next game she wanted to play.

Her father, Min Yoongi, sent you an apologetic smile as he watched you play with his daughter from a distance, giving you time to get used to each other and build a bond. You winked at him as you took a seat next to Ara and started to explain the rules of the board game to her-impressed about how well she was understanding them.

It didn't take Ara a long time to send Yoongi home, waving him goodbye and pressing a loud kiss onto his lips. "Go and work, Appa! Uncle Hyunjinnie waits for you to make good music!"

Yoongi looked at her with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're telling me to leave? Just to go and work? That is rude, princess."

You giggled and hugged Ara as she ran over to you, Yoongi long forgotten.

"Would you like to bring your dad to the door, Ara? I think he might be sad if you won't. Remember: he won’t see you for a few hours and you don’t want your dad to be sad during lunch, right?"

Ara giggled but nodded nonetheless and grabbed Yoongi by the hand. "Hurry!"

Yoongi looked at you in shock, desperately trying to hold in his laugh. "I think you gave me Ara's evil twin instead of my sweet little princess! Where is my nice girl that always kisses Appa goodbye?"

You shrugged your shoulders playfully as one of the other kids asked for you to help him with building a big tower out of building blocks. "Have a nice day, Mr Min. Oh and make sure you won't forget about our appointment on Thursday! I don't think it'll take longer than an hour, it's just to talk about Ara's development so far."

Yoongi was one of the few parents that were always punctual, not even a minute too late-and the only parent you've never felt any kind of rage towards. Not only that, but he attended every kindergarten fest, always prepared little cupcakes for Ara's birthday to bring with her to kindergarten and share with her friends.

May was rolling around quickly and you were as eager as always to craft some little gifts for the children to give their mothers. 

You prepared some candle wax and melted it so the kids could fill it in plastic forms and add glitter and scent to their preference, just to have a nice little gift to give. 

Most of the kids had fun, some of them were a bit grumpy because they got glitter all over themselves, but there is one little girl pouting and trying not to cry in front of them, not even touching the wax.

Ara.

It breaks your heart every time, knowing that Ara's mother died years ago and that she probably had no other woman in her life because you’ve already heard that her father works quite a lot. 

Squatting down next to the little girl, you gently pinch her stomach just to hear her little giggles. 

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want to make a nice candle?"

Ara looks up at you, one single tear slipping out of her eye. "I don't have a mom, so no candle for me."

You coo, playing with Ara's hair as you stand up again, leading her towards the crafting table.

"That doesn't matter, Ara. I think your dad will be happy to get a candle too! We can pick a different color than pink, what do you think does he like the most? I’m sure we will find something!"

Ara taps her chin, smiling slightly as she thinks about Yoongi's favorite color. "Black! He wears black clothes! Always! Do we have black glitter, Y/N?" 

She scrunches her nose at the first few oils, but one scent really lights up her face. "This smells like Appa! Can we use this?" 

"We do, I didn't put it on the table because usually nobody wants it so it sits on the shelf, all by itself. I think the glitter finally deserves to be used!" You smile at the kid, grabbing the small container of glitter from the shelf and handing it over to Ara.

"We do have a few scents, would you like to smell them? Choose whichever you think smells the best and we can put a few drops in the wax,' you offer the bowl of different oils to Ara and help her open the lids.

Ara holds up the little bottle of rose oil and you smile to yourself. Black roses, that really seems to fit the impression you have of Mr. Min.

"Of course. Now, let's mix the glitter with the wax and we can put it into the mold. Alright, now stir it while i put in a few drops of the rose oil, okay?"

You guide her through the process, talking to her and listening to her rambling about the piano lessons Mr. Min gives her on a regular basis, just because Ara wants to be like her favorite man in the world.

"He is a great dad, Ara. You're so lucky to have him, I know that he must be sad sometimes too, but you're such a sunshine and help him as much as he helps you," you hug her from the side, enjoying the way Ara leans into the hug as well.

"I want a mom, but Appa is almost like a mom! He lets me paint his nails, goes to ballet with me and always bakes princess cookies for our tea parties!"

Ara giggles as she dips the wick into the liquid wax.

"Appa needs a woman to love, the only dates he goes to are work-dates with uncle Hyunjin," she says.

And yes, you think so as well.

One day around September, you decide that it’s definitely hot enough to prepare the blow-up outside pool for the kids, allowing them to change into their swimsuits and let them play around, even adding some bubbles to the water to let them experiment.

Mr. Min smiles at you, his gums fully showing and you can’t help but smile as well as you hear his words.

“And I think there’s no job that you could do better than this one.”

You’re sitting next to the pool on a bench in the shadow, reading some books to those few kids that don’t want to hop into the water as Ara jumps out of the pool.

“Y/N, come inside as well, it’s so nice!” She jumps up and down, her wet ponytail dripping onto her shoulders.

You pout, pointing to the kids next to you. “I can’t, you know that some of the kids are still afraid to go into the water with so many other children around. Maybe next time. Now, go and enjoy it, it’s super hot and I don’t know when autumn will come around and surprise us with bad weather!”

Ara nods quickly, hopping back into the water and continues splashing some water around with her friends, but she glances at you every few seconds. Then, she whispers with her two best friends before all three of them nod as they look at you.

Suddenly, they run towards you, surprising you with wet hugs and loud giggles, leaving your white summer dress almost see through.

Suddenly, there’s someone clearing his throat right behind you and you wish you could sink deep down into the pool once you see that it’s Mr. Min. 

“Girls!,” you can’t help but yelp, the cold water causing you to jump up from the bench. Yet, you laugh with them, the cooling really helping you with the heat.

“You can’t just do that, Ara. Look at my dress now, you can almost see through it, you’re lucky that the parents won’t come in within the next two hours, otherwise they would see me like this,” you try to look stern, but to be honest: you would have done the same if you were Ara.

“Ara, why did you do that?,” he asks with his calm voice and tries his best not to look at your hardening nipples under the dress. 

Ara’s bottom lip trembles as she looks at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just thought it would be funny…”

Mr. Min turns to you and bows slightly. “I’m sorry, she shouldn’t have done that. And well, I came to pick her up earlier because we will visit her grandparents over the weekend. I should’ve informed you earlier. Is there any way I can help you with your… erm, dress?”

Mr. Min nods at you, picking up his-still wet-daughter as he looks you up and down slow enough to leave goosebumps all over your skin once again. 

You blush, shaking your head as you grab Ara’s clothes and hand her to her father.

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, it’s not your fault-and a water fight is too much fun to just not do it, right, Ara? It’s sunny enough so I’ll just bring the bench into the sun and I’ll be dry soon enough! I hope you’re having fun with your grandparents, Ara! Have a nice weekend, Mr. Min.”

“It’s alright, Mr. Min, really. You don’t know how many children happen to call one of us mom without realizing it. It’s nothing too wild, I’ve gotten used to it and I think especially in Ara’s case… It was supposed to happen, you know? I mean, I don’t want to intrude on your private life, but I suppose you’re not seeing another person and Ara isn’t growing up with other females, so she takes those she sees here as a female person to bond with, you know?”

“Thank you, mommy! Oh… I mean Y/N..,” Ara quirps as he turns around in her father’s arms, even though it doesn’t look like she’s really sorry at all.

“Ara!” Mr. Min gasps as he looks at his daughter. 

Yoongi shakes his head. “I haven’t seen another woman ever since my wife died. Ara is the only woman in my life, the only one I give all my love to. She deserves it,” he sighs. “But you’re right, I think another female person would really help her with growing up. I just don’t want to introduce her to some random woman I might not even want to spend the rest of my life with. Is this egoistic?”

His honest words hit you, knowing how lonely he must be, all alone with his little girl and a bunch of work he has to do. “It’s not, Mr. Min. You don’t have to date just because you think it would be the best for Ara. There are many single fathers that raise their kids perfectly fine and I think you’re one of them! Ara never tells bad stories about you and I think you’re doing a really good job, spending all of your free time with her and allowing her to experience so many fun things. I’ve met so many ‘happy’ families that didn’t even manage to pack breakfast for their kids, so really, don’t break your head over something like this! I’m happy that Ara accepted me so much and that she always comes to me whenever she has a problem. This is why I chose my job.”

Over the next few months, Mr. Min is all that’s on your mind, even though you know how unprofessional it is, but he’s even kinder to you than he’s been before. You usually have a small chat with every parent whenever they bring or pick up their children, but Mr. Min makes sure to always catch you and ask you about your day, if there’s anything new in your life and you can’t help but ask him about his work and the songs he’s been working on as well.

“Ah, it’s really stressful right now. I’m working with this band that’s debuting soon and we have to prepare and finish the entire album I wrote about five songs for. They’re really good but still so young, I think the oldest is 16? Or was it 17? Whatever, that’s like ten years younger than me! I think I’ll grow grey hair soon when I keep on working with such young idols,” he sighs playfully as he helps Ara to put on her shoes and jacket. 

“I mean, you’re not that old, Mr. Min. Don’t worry-as long as you keep that handful smile you will look like you’re straight out of some perfume poster. But I’d love to listen to one of your songs! I mean, if you’d let me,” you smile with honesty as you hand Ara her backpack. 

Mr. Min shrugs, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he opens his Spotify account. He types something in and turns the screen towards you. AGUST D, it says. You scrunch your eyes at the name, trying to remember where you’ve known it from, but it doesn’t ring a bell right now. 

“I’ll make sure to listen to some of your songs, I hope they aren’t too sad though, I prefer my music to be more… pop and rock?”

You cringe at your own words, hoping that the man knows what you were trying to say. 

And fuck, you did like it. Turns out that AGUST D wasn’t some softie that plays guitar lullabies, no. 

Yoongi cracks a grin, then winks at you playfull before he takes Ara’s hand after she said goodbye to you.

“I think you’re going to like it.”

AGUST D seems to be one of the best rappers in the music industry that you’ve ever been listening to. He sounds so aggressive and fast that you needed to listen twice to some of his songs to understand what he was saying, but you ended up adding much more songs into your playlist than you’d like to tell him.

But you did tell him.

“Oh, I’m not doing that crazy rap thing anymore. It was a phase, I guess. By now, I use the name to help smaller musicians and trainees, produce their songs and write their lyrics. It’s better to do so with a bigger name, but AGUST D died a long time ago, I guess I killed him.” Mr. Min says the next day.

"I mean, as long as you keep all of them on Spotify, I'm alright with that. Most of those songs match my aggressive driving vibe and I can't imagine driving to work without it." You try to joke before you realize what it must've sounded like. "Oh lord, I didn't mean it like that!" 

You blush, trying to hide your reddened cheeks in your palms, but Mr. Min just laughs it off.

"Don't worry, I get what you mean. I usually play Love Talk as soon as i leave this building."

He even has the audacity to wink at you before he leaves with a grin, causing Ara to coo.

"Appa really likes you if he teases you!"

And the teasing goes on and on, there’s almost no day without a snarky comment from Mr. Min or a sarcastic comment from you-but neither of you takes those words to heart because that’s what you need in your lives, someone to laugh with, someone to make jokes with.

Even though there are plenty of other children in your group and so many parents you talk to daily, the only one you’re happy to see in the afternoon is Mr. Min.

The summer is long gone and fall said goodbye a few weeks ago, December came around and your little crush on Mr. Min isn’t as little anymore-and you can’t help yourself but wonder if he might be into you as well. You’ve shared a few noons talking about Ara’s development and if she’s ready for school next September, but most of the times you didn’t talk about the girl for more than thirty minutes before one of you switched the topic to something more private as the man leans closer to you and locks his gaze with yours.

You’re not as nervous around him as you were before and you can feel him starting to open up towards you as well. Yet, you’ve never met outside of the kindergarten, knowing it would be way too unprofessional and you’d never want to ruin the wonderful bond you share with Ara just because you’re desperate to jump into her father’s lap and call him Daddy too.

You’re not one of those women to go into a club and have a dirty one night stand with a random stranger, but you’ve been too busy to actually go and meet people, so you’ve kind of gotten used to being alone, even though you’re really missing late night cuddles and Disney marathons.

It’s Saturday afternoon and you’ve been strolling through the mall for a while now, looking for some christmas presents for your friends and family-but also wanting to treat yourself because work has been more than just exhausting lately.

You’ve been handling the entire group alone, having a lot more smaller children because new kids have been coming to kindergarten and having to deal with so many parents alone can be pure hell. Sadly enough you’re living all by yourself, only having a few close friends that don’t understand why you’re even doing this underpaid job and your last relationship crashed almost two years ago.

The mall looks amazing, beautiful christmas ornaments are hanging from the ceiling and there must be someone playing the piano somewhere because the soft melodic tunes fill the entire mall, reminding you of Mr. Min once again.

You just stepped out of a lingerie store, something you’re really passionate about even though nobody but yourself sees you in it, but you love the feeling of lace on your skin, love how beautifully the soft colors compliment your skin and love imagining Mr. Min ripping the soft material off you.

The small paper bag in your hand, you look around for another shop that might hold the next christmas present for one of your friends. 

“Appa, please! I already have a picture but we need you to have one too!”

You know that voice too well to ignore it, searching the area for the small owner of it, giggling as you found her. Ara and Mr. Min are in the Santa area of the mall that gives you the ability to sit on Santa’s lap and take a picture with him as you tell him your biggest christmas wishes.

But the little girl is not sitting on Santa’s lap, she’s trying to push her father towards the man with the fake beard, clearly wanting him to sit down on that lap.

You giggle, walking towards them just to find out what’s going to happen.

“Ara, I’m too old and heavy for poor Santa, I think he prefers girls your age-wait, no not like that. I think he likes boys and girls-ugh. You’re driving me crazy, princess. Look, there’s a few other kids wanting to have their time with Santa as well, why don’t we just leave and try to find some more presents from the giftshop here, hm?” The man tries to talk his daughter into leaving the uncomfortable situation, but Ara is as stubborn as ever-she always gets what she wants, especially from her father.

“But… I want you to have pictures with Santa too!” She pouts, looking over at the confused Santa before she hears your giggle. “Y/N!”

Mr. Min turns around, a shocked expression on his face and a soft pink tint on his cheeks.

“Oh, Ms. Y/L/N. What a surprise.”

You giggle even more, stepping closer towards them. “Hello Ara, good afternoon Mr. Min,” you bow slightly before accepting the little girl’s hug. 

“I see, you really want to sit on Santa’s lap, but Ara doesn’t want to let you because she’d be embarrassed.” 

Yoongi hums in agreement. “Horrible, those children. I mean, I just want a nice christmas picture with Santa, but you know how they are… right before puberty hits them.”

“Y/N, Appa doesn’t want to take a picture with Santa, would you sit on his lap and take a picture for me?” Ara looks up at you with her big eyes and like always, you can’t say no. Instead, you hand Mr. Min your bags-not thinking about the fact that one of them is from the lingerie store-before taking Ara’s hand and walking over to the smiling Santa.

The picture is quickly taken and not even five minutes later, Mr. Min hands you your bags, whispering, so Ara wouldn’t hear you. “I think the peach one will suit you the best.”

Ara nods and rips the bags out of Mr. Min’s hands to show you her cute dresses and bows while the man just stares at you with an open mouth. Did you really just say that to him? 

You gasp, hiding the bags behind your back but who are you to deny the fact that this man is the exact reason you stepped into the store?

“Thank you, I hope someone will get to see them before Christmas. It would be a shame to waste those pretty pieces for some lame mirror selfies,” you smile innocently before squatting down next to Ara. “Did you buy something nice yet?”

“Appa, we wanted to get hot chocolate, can Y/N come too please?”

Yoongi is speechless once more as he quietly follows his daughter and her kindergarten teacher towards the mall’s cafe-realizing that he shouldn’t have chosen his tightest pair of skinny jeans because somehow, they got quite uncomfortable as soon as you arrived.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his daughter before he picks up all the dresses that Ara tried to shove back into the bags. “If she wants, she’s welcome to join, but I think you should ask her first, maybe she is busy.”

You blush at the invitation, not sure whether to accept it or not-but you’re not one to decline on hot chocolate. Smiling at Ara, you nod. “Show me where to get the best hot chocolate, I’m craving something sweet and thick down my throat.”

He watches you as Ara grabs your hand and swings them around with a soft giggle, heart warming as he sees your fond smile.

Ara talks about you a lot-hell, Yoongi asks about you a lot whenever Ara doesn't want to talk about you but watch her favorite show.

It's unprofessional and probably not allowed, Yoongi knows, but Ara leaves for school in March anyways, so who cares? 

It's obvious to the both of you that you're interested in each other, the flirting and teasing coming to a point where Yoongi can't wait for another snarky remark of yours.

And now that he has the chance to sit and talk with you outside of your workplace, you just chose to buy a bag full of fucking beautiful lingerie (yes, Yoongi looked inside, no, he doesn't regret it).

Ara leads you into this beautiful cat cafe that apparently has "The best hot chocolate and bubble tea, but it's too cold for bubble tea… Can they make hot bubble tea?" as Ara says, earning a harsh "no" from Yoongi, because that's something he wishes for as well.

"Go find a place with Mr. Y/L/N, Ara. I'll get your order, yeah? What can I order for you?" Yoongi looks at you as he pulls out his wallet, giving you some time to read the menu.

"Oh, the candy cane hot chocolate, please! And please, as long as we are not talking inside the kindergarten, call me Y/N. I mean, you've seen my underwear, I think you deserve to call me by my name."

Yoongi blushes, nodding and rushes towards the cashier to order your drinks. You smile at the man, then at the cats-they look somewhat similar-before you sit down next to Ara who is currently petting four cats on her lap.

"They're adorable," you coo, "Do you have any pets?"

Ara nods with a big smile and hands you one of the cats, a pretty one with orange fur and big eyes. 

"I have a turtle! Gukkie gave it to me and Appa didn't like it first, but I love her!"

You enjoy the cat's purring as you gently stroke her chin. "A turtle sounds lovely, I hope you can show it to me one day."

"Oh, that won't be a problem, I can invite you for dinner and Appa will get shy and red in the face, but he wouldn't say no because he's super soft for-" "ALPACAS! I'm soft for alpacas, haha, here we go, three hot chocolates."

Yoongi appears with a pained expression as he places your hot chocolate right in front of you.

"Thanks, Yoongi," you smile at the man and Yoongi swears that his heart stopped beating for a second. "I'm soft for Alpacas as well."

Right after you all finished your drinks, Ara decides that it’s time to walk through the mall once more, just to make sure that Santa is still there and will take another picture with hot chocolate-filled Ara. 

“Did you enjoy your date with Y/N, Appa?” She looks up at her father as you walk towards the mall. Yoongi trembles, blushing brightly. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t a date, Ara. Don’t assume things like this, it’s rude,” he mumbles as he gently pets her head to make sure she isn’t hurt by his comment.

You giggle, whispering loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “I really liked it, Ara. Your Appa can be funny if he wants to.”

The picture with Santa comes out pretty, even though the man groaned as two grown adults decided to sit on each of his legs, the bright smiling Ara kneeling in front of them. But it’s really worth it, because Yoongi’s smile never leaves his lips this evening, gums showing beautifully on the picture and you quickly make sure to get a copy of that picture as well.

Yoongi’s eyes widen. “So was this a… you know?” It’s endearing, how shy he suddenly seems to be. You’ve never seen him like this. Stressed, overworked and happy - yes. Shy and blushing? Never.

You nod with a soft smile as you lay your hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’d like that to be a ‘you know what’, Yoongi.”

You can't even tell when the two of you officially started dating, but you'll never forget the first kiss you've shared during one of your walks-thanks to Ara for snapping a picture of it. Yoongi's hands wrapped around your waist, eyes clenched shut and lips curled in a soft smile as fresh snow fell down on you.

Seeing Yoongi at work wasn’t as weird as you had expected it to be, it’s quite the opposite. He’s attentive and lovely, bringing you fresh croissants or donuts every morning or puting little chocolate for you and Ara in his daughter’s lunchbox.

He’s caring, picking you up after your shift to invite you to dinners and walks through the forest with Ara, because that little girl just loves walking in the fresh snow that has started to fall recently. She takes pictures of your footprints with Yoongi’s phone and makes him promise to print it for her to hang up.

“Of course I can, Ara. You’re already wearing your sleeping clothes and you’ve brushed your teeth with Appa, so hurry up and pick out the book you want me to read!” 

Ara grows closer and closer to you, until that one day where you stay over the Min’s house for dinner, she asks you to bring her to bed.

“Can she, Appa? I want her to read my favorite bedtime story to me! Please, Y/N,” Ara looks up at you with a pout, her beautiful eyes-that remind you of Yoongi-sparkling with admiration. 

That girl really makes your heart melt, combined with the soft smile that Yoongi gives you. And suddenly, you feel like you’re meant to be here, helping that man that you’ve grown so close to, helping the girl that lost her mother way too early and maybe even helping yourself with accepting that love really comes unexpectedly.

You gently tuck the soft blanket over Ara and place her favorite stuffie next to her as you smile at the girl fondly. "Sleep well, Ara," you whisper quietly, trying not to wake her up.

"Kissies, please," she mumbles sleepily and makes grabby hands towards you.

"Ara, I-" "Please," she whines and opens her eyes, tears starting to build up.

"Okay, it's okay, Ara." You swipe her hair out of her face before you plant a soft little kiss onto the girl's forehead. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Y/N. Will you be there tomorrow morning?"

Your smile fades, unsure if you really want to tell the little girl the truth. 

"Probably not, I have to get ready for work. You know that I love to wear dresses on Thursdays and I didn't bring mine. But we will see each other in the kindergarten!"

"Okay," she whispers before she falls back into a quiet slumber.

Yoongi has cleaned the kitchen in the meantime and poured more wine for the both of you to enjoy in front of the fireplace.

"She really adores you," he says as you sit down next to him, sipping the rosé Yoongi bought just for you.

"And I adore her. She's an angel. Thank you for allowing me to spend so much time with her, Yoon."

Yoongi blushes again, shaking his head. The greyish blonde hair got messier as the evening passed. "No, Y/N. You're the first mother-figure Ara has, I have to thank you in both mine and Ara's name. I know that dating a single father is a lot, but you're accepting my family so well… I never thought I'd find another woman in my life again. Ever since my wife died, it was hard for me to even look at other women, let alone build up something like a relationship with them because I always felt bad. But that's what she would have wanted for me. To love again, to not waste my last handsome days," his lips curl into a smirk before he shakes again. 

Then, his sharp eyes met yours and soften within seconds. 

"I… I don't know if it's the right time, we've known each other for two years, we've been officially dating for only three weeks, but I think I won't change my mind about it-no I know that I won't change my mind. I love you, Y/N. And I know that Ara loves you too."

You gasp, lips beginning to tremble once your eyes meet Yoongi's. "Yoongi…," you whisper before you place your glass on the table and basically jump onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"I wanted to be the one to tell you first. I love you so much, Yoongi. I've had this stupid crush on you ever since you saw me in that wet dress, ever since you've shown me your music. Ever since I've seen you being the wonderful father you are-and that's so sexy, you can't even imagine."

Yoongi smirks as his hands find their place on the curve of your ass. "Sexy, huh? Me, doing the laundry and cooking dinner? Or me walking Ara to kindergarten with the homemade lunch boxes? That turns you on?"

You laugh, hiding your face in his neck as you lean closer to press your lips against his ear.

"All of that-and the way that you love Ara with all your heart, that's maybe the sexiest thing about you."

The man groans as he grabs you even tighter. "I never thought that sweet talk would turn me on even more than dirty talk," he laughs shakily as he wiggles his hips slightly to get into a more comfortable position that won't suffocate his hardening erection.

You sigh, sit up and run your hands through his hair. "Isn't all of this too early? I always tell myself that I shouldn't fall so fast, but here I am, ready to go every step with you."

Yoongi nods before he presses a peck on your nose. "Same, but we have all the time on earth. Ara wants us to get married by tomorrow, but I'm sure she'll survive it if we decide to postpone it for a few weeks."

You giggle as you look over your shoulder to the fireplace. "Did someone ever suck you off in front of a fireplace? Isn't this the definition of Christmas?"

The man underneath you gasps in shock. "No, but… I mean, I… You don't… have to?"

Laughing, you slide out of his lap and onto the floor, thankful for the soft carpet. "I want to, bubs. I wouldn't do something either of us isn't comfortable with. I assume you're alright with it?"

"Of course, but… I guess nobody ever did it because they wanted to, but because they feel like they had to?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, obviously disappointed in his previous partners. 

"It's as much fun and pleasure for me as it is for you, believe me, Yoon. Now lay back and enjoy, yeah?" You give him a calming smile as you open his pants carefully, then sliding them down his toned legs.

You press kisses all around his thighs to warm him up to the feeling, knowing that it has to be overwhelming to have some that close after all that time. Then, you gently remove his boxer shorts as well, leaving him bare and proud in front of you.

You groan as you start to stroke his cock, earning a low growl from Yoongi. "So beautiful," you whisper, then you take him into your mouth, getting a feeling for the weight on your tongue before you start bopping your head. 

Yoongi tries to contain himself, knowing that Ara could wake up every second, but alone the sight in front of him could make him come with a scream.

Instead, he cups your cheek, feeling the bulge that he causes there. Another groan leaves his lips. 

You look up at him, smirking-or trying to, with a mouth full of cock-and leading his hand into your hair, using it to push you down even more.

Yoongi's eyes lighten up. "Really?"

You almost laugh out, but you're doing your best to contain yourself and nod, placing your hands on his thighs to stop whenever you can't take it anymore. Yoongi is long and thicker than the average you've had before, but it's a challenge that's worth it.

He pushes you down slowly, enjoying the hot warmth of your mouth and then your throat as he pushes in-surprised that you didn't really gag around him.

Spit trickles down your chin as he moves faster, thrusting his hips to meet the movements of his hand and enjoying the gurgling sounds you make.

He comes far to quick for his own liking, shooting his load down your throat with a quiet groan. "Fuck."

You giggle as you swallow what he gives you, standing up to sit back on his lap to kiss him.

"You're welcome." 

Then, before you can grab your wine again, he flips you around and goes on his knees in front of you. "My turn," he smirks, eyes shining dangerously behind his fringe. 

"Yoongi, I-," you try to say, but he shushes you with a sloppy kiss.

"I know that I have to, but believe me: I love giving pleasure more than receiving it."

You pout, hands running through his soft hair.

"I didn't shave…," you whisper, a bit ashamed because you didn't come prepared, not thinking that this would be happening today.

The man in front of you raises an eyebrow.

"Do you think I am a 15 year old, pre puberty fuckboy that cares about shaved pussies? It's natural, love. Even if you can't believe it: I grow hair too, nobody is freshly shaved every day. I don't mind that, okay? Now, stop pouting and let me do my work, will you? Can you be a good girl and do that for me? All you've got to do is lean back, open your legs, throw them around my shoulders and let me devour you."

His shameless words turn you on, you can't even deny it-especially not when your panties are that damp. So, you naturally obey and help him to remove your pants.

"I told you, peach is your color," Yoongi groans in his deep Satoori as he looks at your clothed core. The peach colored lace has darkened from your arousal and the man can't help it but press his face against the material, licking one bold stripe over it.

Nobody has ever done that to you, rather pulled them off in a hurry because they thought that body fluids were disgusting, but Yoongi didn't seem to mind as he gently bites your folds through the lace. 

"God," you moan in pleasure as Yoongi finally pulls your panties to the side and spits onto your pussy, making it even wetter.

You're a whimpering mess as soon as Yoongi's tongue is on you, flicking and playing with your clit, collecting your juices and spreading them all over your pussy. You've read about that before; men eating pussy like they're starving, but Yoongi is somewhat different.

He eats pussy like he wants you to always remind it, to make you obedient and never being able to enjoy anyone else doing that job.

He does it well-of course. His tongue is as fast as he's been spitting rhymes on his mixtape, and you're more than thankful for that.

He doesn't even get to use his fingers before your orgasm approaches you, strong waves of pleasure hitting you as Yoongi keeps on kissing and slowly licking you through your high.

Then, he grins at you. "Round two, here we go."

And this time, it's not only his tongue working wonders, but also his fingers stroking you on the inside until they found your spot. 

You press your hands on your mouth to keep yourself from screaming out loud, hips bucking wildly as you come for a second time within less than ten minutes. And again, Yoongi guides you through it and softly caresses your stomach.

"Fuck, I love you," you pant as he comes back up and steals a kiss from you.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed properly," he whispers and takes a large sip from his wine. 

You can only agree.

You've started to spend the nights at Yoongi's more often, bringing Ara to work with you and helping Yoongi with her and the household whenever you can. Your relationship blooms beautifully and Ara is the happiest little bean when you're around.

Obviously, you spent Christmas with Yoongi and Ara as well, buying little presents and enjoying the comfortable atmosphere with the family.

Yoongi gave you a spare key to his house, so you're always able to visit them, spending the nights there and soon enough, you moved in.

❄❄❄❄

The Christmas after that, you surprised Ara with the adoption papers, telling her that now that she's in school and not one of your kindergarten kids anymore, she'll be able to finally call you Mommy (not that Ara minded before, you just felt weird and guilty about it).

And here you are now, preparing the huge breakfast for your third Christmas around, smiling at the ring that adorns your finger. 

"Smells fabulous, Mama," Ara says as she runs towards you and falls into your arms.

"Do you want me to help you with dessert, Mrs Min?" Yoongi asks as he presses a kiss onto your cheeks. You lean into his touch, shaking your head. "It's almost done. You can go into the living room, I'll be there in a minute to open our presents, bubs."

Yoongi prepares the fireplace, lightens some candles with Ara and lets his daughter hand out the presents. 

"I have one more for you, Yoon," you whisper as you hand him a small box.

"Oh? Can I open this first?" He tilts his head curiously, shaking the light box.

"Open!" Ara squeaks and sits down between her father and you. You nod with a fond smile as Yoongi lifts the top. Then, silence.

"Really?" He whispers with teary eyes.

"Yes, finally," you smile, "Ara, you'll become a big sister!"

Yoongi sniffs, hugging his family tight.

"And she'll be the best sister in the world. Merry Christmas, loves."

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Ok so I moved to the big city for college and I'm living with my aunt, my uncle, and my two cousins. One of my cousins, Fran, is autistic, just like my younger brother. Fran's vocabulary is very extensive and he can even get sarcasm or irony, he's also very smart so I learned that he sometimes takes the liberty of saying mean things with the excuse of being autistic, when he actually knows he's just being mean. And I can confirm this because a) my aunt told me its true b) I compare him with my brother who cannot operate like that.

ANYWAYS, he's a very sweet kid (he's 19, a year younger than me) but he has some flaws, for example he's VERY grumpy and short-tempered, sometimes has a gross sense of humor, aaaaand he's pretty homofobic (which is funny 'cause whenever someone says the SLIGHTEST thing about race, he's all like "SHUT UP YOU'RE ALL RACIST AND DISCRIMINATING YOU MAKE ME SICK" but when he sees a same sex couple he starts gagging and saying he's gonna vomit lol).

So just now, Fran, my aunt, my other cousin Sofia and I were having dinner while watching Is It Cake?, a Netflix baking show where bakers make cakes that look nothing like cakes. It was the finale, so they let the participants choose what to bake for the final round and one of the finalists said that he wanted to make a suitcase cake 'cause that was the first cake he made for his husband.

Sofi and I went "awwww!", but Fran obviously reacted badly. He said "Ugh, I don't like him anymore" (he used to be his favorite baker in the competition).

So I, sick of keeping quiet at every homofobic comment he ever makes, said:

"You don't like him anymore 'cause he's not straight?"

He started to say something, but I interrupted and said:

"Does that mean you don't like me either?"

Girl. When I tell you he FROZE.

He has a soft spot for me; never gets angry at me, gets really happy when I come back from visiting my parents and my brother in my hometown, and never bothers me like he bothers his older sister. So he was SHOOK.

And right after saying that I realized that neither my cousin Sofi or my aunt knew that I'm bisexual, so for some reason I started PANICKING. MY HANDS WERE SHAKING. But I tried to play it cool.

Fran turned RED as an apple, and he looked at my aunt and sHE WAS LOOKING AT HIM LIKE 😌😌😌 thats what u get for being a dick, honey.

So we just kept eating and watching the show like nothing had happened, but Fran did not say a word until he finished eating, he got up, took his plate, and left without even saying goodnight.

Idk how to feel.

On one hand, I feel amazing, 'cause I've been listening to him say homofobic shit for too long.

On the other hand, somehow I feel embarrassed?? I'm actually not THAT close to my aunt and my uncle and my cousins, so now it feels kinda weird, even tho Sofi and my aunt kept talking and joking like nothing happened.

I'm sorry, I'm DYING at this! He deserved it for sure. And maybe it will help him think twice about voicing those kinds of comments.

While it is true that autism does affect ways that people process information, it does not need to be utilized to be an asshole. Especially when they are fully aware of it and it's used as shock value or they think it's funny.

Honestly, I wouldn't let it bother you, because you are who you are. Them not saying anything is the proper reaction in my opinion, because it's a non-issue. It's who you are, it doesn't affect them, so I kind of see that as just accepting it.

It will be interesting to see if/how quickly his stance on that changes.

#tw homophobia #real talk

[ao3gingerswag]

hoho I got a whole TWO new lil ideas you're in for a treat today

FOR THE FIRST - on the vein of Cas's Adventure Of Making Sam Not Hate Thorougly Detest His Guts one day the boys are at the market and sam spots an absolutely horrendous piece of clothing. I don't know how it would work with the kinda sorta medieval thing we've got going but I'm imagining a god awful piece of knitwear (made by your grandma for a christmas present you hate but have to smile and thank them for anyways kinda ugly) and being the little shit he is, Sam is immediately like 'heyy casssss....' and the thing the next thing you know cas is wearing the ugly accessory from hell. sam is cackling maniacally like the little demon child he is and dean is a cross between annoyance (at sam for potentially making cas mad) and amusement (because dammit cas does look stupid in that hat). cas of course is just like :DDD I love it sam your right! it's so soft! anyways flashfoward to when they get home and sam and dean are thinking that cas'll just toss it in one of the closets and thatll be it but no. cas keeps wearing it. bc of course he does dean!! sam wanted him to wear it!! he's not taking this responsibility lightly!! and this goes on for a few weeks and cas is still serving customers and this point and so he's definitely getting quite a few weird looks. I feel like this could end in either one of two ways, one, the lighter version, is where sam eventually gets so annoyed at cas wearing it he actually gets outstubborned and reluctantly goes to cas and is like..... 'stop wearing the stupid hat'. cas is like :o but he does. the other version could also end with that but also has the interim of cas noticing the looks he's getting and it slightly stressing him out so he goes to dean all agitated bc he doesn't fully know if he's acting wrong/missing a que and then when dean tells him it's bc of the hat he's like :(( but I don't want to upset sam and take it off I promised :(( and then dean is like 'alright enough is enough' and they clear up everything and sam apologises for what he originally planned to be a harmless lil prank and the hat is retired.

(cas still finds it soothing to touch though and uses it sometimes in the future to calm himself down when he gets overwhelmed. sam, when he finds out, can't decide whether he feels proud or annoyed. (it's definitely proud))

awwwwwww!!! i feel like Sam is only really intentionally nasty to Cas when he's lashing out/being defensive, he doesn't really premeditate being nasty unless he's trying to protect himself or Dean...That being said, I can see this happening as kind of an in the moment thing that sort of spirals and Sam is too resentful to deal with. Like I feel like I could see them being at the market and Cas seeing the hat and being like hm. That is an interesting looking hat. Like not really liking it just sort of curious.

And Sam who is Not a fan of Cas at this point being irritated and grumpy and sarcastically being like yeah it would look great on you. You and that hat would get along great. You're both so ~interesting~ and ~unique~ >:(

And this is obviously an underhand insult and Dean is like :O Sam! But he doesn't say that outloud he just gives Sam a Look, bc if Cas didn't catch that Sam was being a jerk he doesn't want to draw attention to it and get Sam in trouble. And Sam is all >:( >:P at Dean.

But Cas does not pick up on this so he is like :O why thank u Sam! How nice of u to say! And he buys the hat even tho he personally doesn't care either way for it bc he wants Sam to feel validated. And both Dean and Sam are like :O but neither want to admit that Sam was being sarcastic bc then Sam might be in ~trouble~

Cas def does start wearing it all the time bc he wants to show Sam that he appreciates it!! And Dean is like :/ bc he doesn't like that people r giving Cas weird looks and he is Not Happy with Sam, but he's also still too scared that Sam will be hurt to say anything. For a while Sam is like >:( good. whatever I don't care. About Cas wearing the hat and getting weird looks. But he is a good kid at heart and deep down he feels really guilty, especially bc he knows Cas only keeps wearing it bc he wants Sam to be happy.

I feel like Sam would eventually feel bad enough to tell Cas that the hat looks really stupid and he was being a dick saying it would look good on him. Maybe he sees some people making fun of Cas and blows up at them, and then stomps over to Cas and admits the truth, and is all angrily/defensively like "so if you're gonna hit me about it just fucking do it whatever!!! Just stop wearing that stupid hat!" and Cas is like :O sam ofc I'm not gonna hit u!!!!!!! and Sam is all ??? but starts trusting Cas a little more.

#ao3gingerswag #asks #prompts