#So I'm less bothered about looking stuff up now but like taking my sub all the way down to the last [redacted] only to find out I need a key

[lexicals]

I have such a love hate relationship w subnautica at this point like it's such a good game and I do adore it but every time I get to somewhere only to realise I'm missing something I need and have to backtrack 10 mins for materials I feel such rage and despair

#wastepaper basket #Like idk if I should just be taking more materials w me but like this game is very fun Until I hit the wall of 'can't find thing I need' #Or 'thing I need is like 10 mins back the way I came' #I swallowed my pride and looked up where I had to go after giving up months ago bc I was getting frustrated scouring the whole map #& it turned out I had the wrong idea about where I should have been searching & made like 1 wrong turn last time I'd been in the area lmao #So I'm less bothered about looking stuff up now but like taking my sub all the way down to the last [redacted] only to find out I need a key #Which is somewhere else I have to go find and also I don't have a material I need to make something so I need to go all the way back to #my FOURTH base which is the closest one and I already had to do multiple trips to even get that one set up.... it does get a bit tedious lol

[imrllytootiredforthis]

The ‘bad’ kind of desire

pairing: soobin x reader

synopsis: you can't touch him, because he's too innocent, too sweet. but god you wish you could.

warnings: implied fem reader (can't remember if it's outright said), dom reader, sub soobin, masturbation, fingering, lowkey corruption kink, mentioned mommy kink, think that's really it

a/n: the first portion of this fic has been in my drafts since roughly july last year and was in my notes app for a few months - at least - longer than that so don't even ask me how old this really is, but at least it's out!!😭

“Am I bad person?”

Beomgyu scoffs, looking at you with eyebrows raised. He nearly laughs at the ridiculous statement coming from your mouth.

"What?"

And that makes him lose it, unable to even hold it back as he barks out a laugh, looking at you as if you've grown a second head. 

It’s a hard thing to fathom coming from you given that you’ve definitely never had any qualms about your morality when it comes to this kind of stuff. “Really? You’re asking me that?”

His best friend sits across the room, oblivious to the conversation, his headphones pulled over his ears, the game he’s playing flashing on the computer screen in front of him.

Soobin.

Sweet sweet Soobin, messy blonde hair left unbrushed, pajamas still on, not bothering to change as this was all he was planning to do all day.

Sweet Soobin who you can’t help but want to play with. 

Who you can’t help but imagine how pretty he’d look with tears in his eyes.

"I'm not fucking around Gyu-am I a bad person?"

You groan and flop over on the couch, rolling over to rest your head in Beomgyu���s lap, looking up at him with a comically-in his opinion-concerned expression. 

He gives you nothing but an exaggerated eye-roll. "Don't even start."

“But aren’t I?” You look again at the boy across the room, wondering why, why he had to be so stupidly adorable. His lips were twisted into a small pout and why it was so fucking cute.

Why? You wondered, feeling like this was all you were doing nowadays.

Beomgyu resists the urge to roll his eyes at you for the second time in a row, now at the way that you look at his best friend like some kind of lovesick fool, especially considering that all you really wanted was get into his pants. It didn’t really make sense, but hey, who was he to judge? 

“Why? Just because you want to rock his shit? Step on him and make him cry? That makes you question your morality? Out of everything that you've done?”

You gasp, slapping his chest. “He’s right there.” You hiss, not exactly denying the words.

He ignores that, shoving you off of him. He knows as well as you do that those headphones are the expensive noise cancelling ones that he'd gotten from you last Christmas. He barely hear himself yelling at his online teammates much less your hushed conversation.

You look at him as if you want to take him out on a nice picnic date and let him lay his head in your lap while playing with his hair pointing at clouds. Which Beomgyu couldn’t really see in any world, you were never really the type. 

But who knows? Maybe you were really just that eager for his dick at this point-or the more probable scenario-have him on your dick, that it broke something inside you.

“Why’re you so concerned now? Not like you had any issues with Yeonjun or Taehyun. Hell, you kept up everyone else in the dorms,” His voice goes higher as he attempts to poorly mock his roommates. “‘Y/N, more~’ ‘please, I need it-need y-‘“

“Shut the hell up.” You spit, quickly covering his mouth with your hand while your eyes flicker once more to him, still staring intently at his game.

Really, why were you so concerned now? 

Beomgyu was right. You’d had no problem doing the same to them, to Tae and Yeonjun, but they were different-he was different. 

Soobin was different than any of them. They were the product of having fun with someone you knew like the back of your hand and vice versa. Simply satisfying-albeit unimportant-a matter of getting your rocks off with people you knew could find your clit and would let you hit it from the back.

Soobin was Soobin though. The sweet boy who looked at you with the most innocent smile. 

Who got all blushy and embarrassed when you so much as lightly and non-vulgarly flirted with him.

He’d squeak and duck his head away when you called him bunny - again, non-vulgarly, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing and it turned him on-just a little bit.

In other words, painfully obviously, it was clear.

“He’s a virgin!” You hiss, hand still clamped over his mouth despite his garbled reply. You know just as well as Beomgyu knows how bitchless his friend is. Despite the fact that offers for him were nearly endless he was too shy, too awkward to accept said advances. “-I can’t take that away from him, it needs to be special, it needs-“

Your hand, still over his mouth is touched by something warm and wet and you shriek, pulling away quickly with a look of disgusted horror. “Are you serious right now?”

“Fight me bitch, I will not hesitate.” He growls, looking triumphant with the fact that you’ve now backed up to the edge of the couch.

You roll your eyes at him, looking once again at Soobin.

Fuck, why does he have to be so adorably innocent?

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, wiping at his mouth. "Just trust me, he'd be happy to be used by you. He might be a virgin, but he's nowhere near innocent."

"And what do you mean by that?" You sit against the arm of the couch, wiping Beomgyu's saliva onto the cushions.

He lets out a dry laugh, glancing back at Soobin before reaching for the previously forgotten remote control. "It means he wouldn't be as freaked as you think he would be if he found your sex toy collection."

—-

You suppose Soobin had always been special in some sort of way.

Always there over the span of time that you'd known all of them. Sitting off to the side while you hung out with the others. In his own room while you were fucking around with his other roommates. Playing his game while you were hanging out with Gyu.

He'd caught your eye more than once or twice, or three times over the years.

He was hot. You'd never discount that. Hot in the loser-y, adorable, cute, corruptible kind of way.

But then again, that kind of was your type if you thought about it.

You'd never been particularly close with him like you'd been with the others. He'd never made much effort to hang out with you but he was there when all the others were, if not one-on-one.

And he got really, really embarrassed when you tried to flirt with him like you did the others.

You didn't mind much, you'd just come under the impression that he was kind of scared of women. Which was also kind of cute.

But Beomgyu was right when he'd said that you'd never cared much about morals in the first place.

It didn't matter how close of friends or if they were a virgin or whatever other silly things that made things like that 'trivial'.

Life was too short to pretend you didn't feel things and besides. Sometimes, you really, just...didn't care.

And it wasn't personal, when you wanted someone, you would pursue it and if there was now friend groups you'd single handedly broken up, well they'd clearly made it personal themselves because you always made it very clear that there was no feelings involved.

Besides the raw, hot tension that made your skin tingle like your nerves were livewire.

Soobin was different though, special.

You felt bad for wanting him. For wanting to dirty him up.

He was something pure, something beyond and above you, perhaps and that was something you weren't willing to ruin, no matter what Beomgyu told you.

—-

"Fuck," he panted, "please,"

The room was dark, the light of his laptop being the only thing illuminating his face.

"Please,"

Sounds filled his ears through the crappy pair he'd owned for years, refusing to get wireless ones.

"Please."

"Bet you fucking like that, don't you?" The voice, only a few octaves higher than your own, still sent shivers down his spine.

Close enough.

"You're a such a dirty slut, you know?"

He whined into his sleeve, a sweater paw pressed over his mouth to keep the moans at bay. "I'm sorry, no, no please I'm sorry~" It wasn't doing a very good job muffling his voice though.

"I need it~"

The video seemed to respond to his desperate pleas. "If you need it so fucking bad then you'll be a good boy and wait for mommy's permission. You hear me?"

Or maybe he'd just watched this video so many times he'd memorized all of the male counterpart's lines. "Yes mommy," he panted, "I'll be good, I-I'll wait for your permission!"

He wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.

He couldn't, as much as he prided himself on being a good boy. This time he knew he wouldn't even make it through the seven minute and thirty-two second video.

Not with you in the next room.

He couldn't tell if you were with Yeonjun or Taehyun. It didn't really matter either way.

Because he would only focus on you.

You weren't loud, having endured enough of Beomgyu's teasing and gripes about your sexual habits. He decided he hated Beomgyu for that.

But he could hear your pants through the paper-thin walls, heavy and followed by your quiet praises. "Sweet boy," you cooed, just as the porn on his laptop continued, "Naughty boy, such a messy little-" He ripped the earbuds out mid-sentence.

He wanted to hear you.

Not some substitute for the real thing.

He could imagine if you walked it on him right now.

Laying spread out on his bed, pants not even all the way off-just messily pulled below his hips, just enough for his dick to breathe properly and for his hand to easily slide up and down with the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"Fucking please." He moaned, quiet and needy.

You'd see him a mess, his soaked through sleeves catching the drool from his lips, teeth biting into the soft fabric to keep from crying out too loud.

You'd see him shamelessly fucking up into his fist, calling out pleas with no one there to hear him.

"C'mon baby, you can take it, take it all for me." Your voice was accompanied by the wet sounds of what, Soobin wasn't completely sure but his mind quickly conjured a few different theories. "That's it, a little more~"

Fuck him, he wished you were speaking to him.

Cockwarming him, your pussy wrapped around his dick, warm and wet and squeezing around him so good. Fluttering kisses over his face and throat as you teased along the length of him, slowly lifting up just to agonizingly sink back down onto him, clenching tight while he moaned into a kiss.

Or stroking him to another orgasm, making him cum again and again until his body was shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. Telling him he could take more, do it one more time, for you. Because whatever pain you'd inflict would be worth it, after all it was your hands doing the damage.

"Fuck you look so pretty like this, just makes me wanna fucking wreck you. Turn you into a mindless whore on my dick."

Fuck, so that was what it was.

His mind managed to come up with one more picture through the haze.

You'd have his wrists pinned over his head with one hand, over him, keeping him down with a surprising amount of strength.

God, he could imagine the way you'd look at him. Maybe you'd be kind and gentle, sweet words and a sweet hand, fulfilling every one of his fantasies while calling him your sweet little bunny.

Like you were with whoever you were with on the other side of that wall.

But he doubted it. Or, he hoped not at least.

In his head you'd be meaner, crueler. Look at him with dark, hungry eyes and watch in a sadistic sort of glee when he cried, when he whined, when he begged and pleaded for more.

You'd thrust into him, hard and punishing, slowing down just to make sure that he wasn't crying from serious pain before you'd slam your hips against his, driving the tip of the toy dead into his prostate.

He'd beg you, plead you to slow down, to be nicer to him.

You'd tell him no. Tell him to be a good boy, voice patronizing and low, tell him only good boys get rewards.

God, that’s what he needed right now.

Needed you.

Your words, your touch, your scent, your presence even. You eyes on him, watching as he fell apart.

Not you fucking someone else in a different room.

Liquid heat flowed through his body, scorching and consuming every coherent thought.

"More."

He imagined it was you. Your hands all over him, pressing up against his throat, fondling his balls, purposely, maliciously ignoring where he needed to be touched most while you drove into him over and over and over until he was screaming in ecstasy.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly 

"You just love my cock, don't you angel? Love being fucked by me into a mindless whore?"

He silently cracked the lube open, lathering his fingers in it before letting them drift lower.

He'd done this before, but it had been awhile and the stretch was beyond overwhelming with your words ringing through the wall.

“You’re just a little angel, aren’t you, bunny?” And he pressed a finger inside, thrusting shallowly, breath picking up as you got louder.

"No, you're not an angel. You're a fucking whore, taking it like you were made for it, huh?" A second finger, following the first, scissoring himself open with a quiet gasp.

"Yeah? Fuck, is that it?" You laugh and he swears it's right in his ear, ringing through his head. "'m gonna make you scream for me baby,"

He whines in frustration, his fingers not deep enough - you not deep enough inside of him. No, he needs it deeper, harder.

More.

"Get on top of me baby, ride me," you mutter, so far but so close.

He can imagine, as he settles on his knees, that the pillow he straddles is you. That his legs are around your hips. That his fingers, positioning on the bed under him is your dick and your hands are pressing against his hips, holding him in place.

"You're mine, you hear that? Mine. My perfect little slut, taking my cock like a pretty little slut." His body trembles, eyes rolling back as he slowly sinks down onto three fingers.

"Your's." He moans in reply.

And finally, finally, he reaches his prostate, hitting it head on with his fingers.

Stars burst behind his eyelids as they slip shut, back arching into the intrusion. He could cry, he thinks distantly that he maybe is.

But it doesn't matter.

Because your hands are on his hips, controlling his movements, leading him the way you want him to ride your cock.

Up,

"Slut." You whisper.

and down,

"Whore." You lean up, teeth nipping at his neck but not hard enough to leave marks.

over,

"Baby," Breathing over the shell of his ear.

and over,

"Good boy~" Teasingly biting at his earlobe.

harder,

"Bunny," Kissing along his jaw.

faster,

"Mine." Across his cheek.

deeper.

Just barely there, ghosting across his lips-

"-Cum for me baby,"

And he does. With his mouth hung open, drool covered sleeve long forgotten over. With his eyebrows furrowed and body curled into itself, fingers pressed against his prostate.

Ropes of cum covering his chest, and his face. Some reaching his lips and his chin, staining his skin and landing in his open mouth.

"Fuck,"

And on the other side of the wall, "Good boy,"

a/n: i was thinking about making a part two but honestly if it took me a year to find the inspiration to finish this one, i'm not sure a second one will ever come out😭

#soobin x reader #soobin smut #sub txt #txt x reader #txt smut #sub!txt #sub kpop #sub idol #sub!soobin #sub soobin #afab reader #dom reader #dom!reader

[halliescomut]

No Subs watch of My Personal Weatherman Ep 5

There will likely be spoilers but not about any of the dialogue because I don't understand what's being said.

-Talking to....editor I guess?? Not good news 😟😟😟

-Opening credits. God these men are so pretty!!!!

-Being depressed on your living room floor- relatable.

-Being depressed on the floor in front of your washing machine- slightly less relatable.

-The lighting in this scene is gorgeous though. Reminds me of the aquarium.

-Daddy's home!!! I mean....nah that's kinda what I meant. 😁

-As much as he adores Yoh, I know this silence is bothering him. Were Segasaki a lesser man he would get (visibly) frustrated, but he stays very gentle. 🥺🥺

-Now Daddy's cooking .... the feelings. The hand close ups. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 (Sometimes I worry I'm a little too honest on this site.)

-Ooooohhhh. Yummy 😋😋😋

-Anyone else feel like Yoh was like a little bit pissed that Segasaki's food is so good? 🤣 That look just felt a little bit like "Goddammit! You got to be good at this too?!"

-Ooohhhh what did Segasaki say to get that response?? (Edit after continuing- I'm going to assume he was 'asking' Yoh about taking a bath.)

-That smirk 😏😏😏😏

-Segasaki's hand on Yoh's cheek. *Swoon* That deserves its own compilation I think.

-Now we're in the tub 🛀 and Segasaki wants to know why Yoh is so sad. (Remember these are guesses, I can't understand unless it's one of about 15 Japanese words I know...or their names.)

-Yes more affection via hair drying!!! One of my favorite things!!! (Surprised it's not a Dyson blow dryer. I keep seeing them in so many shows, even ones where characters are poor and it makes no sense.)

-We've never seen Segasaki's room have we??

-Yoh instigating kisses 🤭🤭🤭🤭 And more than just kisses??🫣🫣🫣~~~Okay I did have to at least Google translate that interaction, because the vibes were very odd to me. Totally makes sense with the internal monologue Yoh had going. He wants to forget....and that would help him forget. But Segasaki knows what his game is and he's not going to let him hide, literally and metaphorically.

-Yoh the sad little homemaker is depressing me.

-There's something so weird to me about drying a shirt on a hanger. I live in a clothesline household, & line dry clothes all the time, but this is just odd to me. It arguably makes more sense, since clothespins will mess up your clothes sometimes, it's just a bit jarring.

-That is why we have clothespins.

-Yummy ramen. I had that for lunch yesterday. Homemade is yummy, but instant hits different sometimes.

-I think I hate the newscaster lady just bc Yoh does 🤣. (sub solidarity)

-Man-san...Yes I still adore her. Her fashion is a VIBE!! Also her eyebrows are so dynamic. I love it.

-OMG she drew them!!! That's so cute!!!

-IDK what she said, but I imagine it's something along the lines of "See, you make a perfect couple."

-Yoh is so cute. There's a plan for something, though I don't know what?

-They put Segasaki in all of these softly cuddly sweaters at home and I just don't know how anyone is supposed to resist cuddling him.... ykwim?

-I don't know what this conversation is about, but it feels a lot like Segasaki is saying "I can tell when you're lying to me my guy." 😬😬😬

-Did this man just bite him???🤣🤣Well I certainly saw that one, bite confirmed, and it was not a gentle nibble.

-The way Segasaki rubs his head on Yoh like a cat. 🥺😭

-Ope.....well that ended... violently.

-I have mixed feelings about the keychain 🫤 (attempting to minimize spoilers). I understand it, & based on the dynamic of the relationship, I'm okay with it, but I fear it may cause more trouble in the future....😬

-Segasaki looks so sad. 😢😢😢

-Well the preview for next ep includes more Man-san and Mr. Man-san, which I like. According to the Twitters, we're getting complete backstory of the college stuff, which looks very interesting. Also it looks like next ep. will be two weeks away instead of one 😩😩😩😩

#My Personal Weatherman #segasaki x yoh #Mizuki x yoh #i cant remember if i used a spwcific tag for these #shoot

[shuinami]

Got any Encanto unpopular opinions that you’d like to share? 🙈

No, damn it, but since you want to draw me out, here I go 😭😭😭:

(Also, if I get proven wrong on any of these, I'll fully accept the L 😫)

Starting off with my staple, I don't think Isabela and Dolores are true besties. I think they're close, but not besties, at least not at the time the movie was taking place, but maybe when they were younger.

In the same vein, I have the exact same feelings about Mirabel and Camilo, except I think they'd be less close than Isabela and Dolores.

I don't think Mariano was intended to come across as unintelligent as the fandom has made him out to be. I feel like everyone took Mirabel name-calling him a "big dumb hunk" wayyy too literally, but the creators are probably gonna run with the fandom take now.

And I think his poems and songs would be good. This is meta but Maluma (Mariano's VA) started out songwriting because he wrote ghost-wrote love poems for his friends to impress gyaldem and it worked, and then he went on to become a global popstar (purr). Disney has based little details off of the VAs in the past so... 🧐 Like, put some respect on my man's name, he may be stupid in love but he can write a banger for sure

I think Bruno - rightly - grew a bit bitter towards the Encantownies for always blaming him for everything.

I don't think Dolores knew for sure that Bruno was still in Casita, just had a suspicion (because, as well, who tf would guess they have secret corridors and rooms in the walls of their house?)

This one is a bet, but I'm a gambling gyal: I don't think Isabela will be able to grow fruit and veg post-rebuild 😬 (not that I know of some scientific difference, I just don't think that's the metaphor)

I think Camilo's VA might get recast if they do a series instead of a sequel 💀 Love Rhenzy but I get the vibe that it was just a bag and a cool opportunity to him but not something he's invested in

I don't think Antonio would go vegetarian or vegan or anything like that, I think he becomes really mature to the madness within the animal kingdom so a lot of stuff wouldn't bother him as much as it would other people.

I don't think Dolores' power is as bad or overwhelming for her as the fandom makes it out to be. She looked fine with the fireworks, all she did was cover her ears, but was still smiling and enjoying herself. Fireworks are LOUD, I even cover my sub-par ears for fireworks, christmas crackers, party poppers, etc. Ole girl is fine, especially considering her gift.

I don't think the family were that tight before the house crumbled. I think they were mostly wrapped up with their own shit cause when I think of 'dysfunctional family that lives in the same house', I think of the drama series, Greenleaf. If you've never watched, it's basically pure unadulterated mess, secrets, lies and drama. Sure the family have their moments, their bonds, but in general everyone's got their own bs to deal with. So, whilst, of course they do a lot together, (and it's a Disney family so it won't be as intense) I feel like they don't really pour their hearts out and support each other in a very genuine way until they start working on changing the family dynamics when they rebuild Casita.

Okay, that's all the hot takes that I could think of for now...

#encanto unpopular opinions #encanto headcanons #encanto #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #mariano guzman #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #shui meta

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Violent Ask <3

Total Drama Island

13. worst blorboficiation

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Charmed

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

9. worst part of canon

Total Drama

13.) I'm not really bothering to break down what I consider the "sub-types" of blorbo here, so please don't come at me with if this character is actually a "little meow-meow" or a "scrunkly" or whatever, because I've actually still never figured out the difference.

And as for the actual answer...I'd probably say Ezekiel just because I've literally never understood why so many people decided they loved him. I mean, he didn't have much of a personality in the first season, and in the few appearances he got, the most noteworthy thing he did was be sexist. And considering he attempts to get handsy with Bridgette despite the fact that she's clearly happy with Geoff at Playa Des Losers, I'm not sure if he actually learned to respect women, or just learned to keep his sexism to himself to avoid making the girls angry. But, despite this, so many people who were writing fanfiction after Island decided to make Ezekiel into this ultra-talented guy who had no real flaws to speak of and who literally everyone in the cast either loved, or if they didn't love him, they were clearly an antagonist.

16.) All the ships that are borderline, if not entirely, crackships. I mean, to be real, I don't understand why a lot of ships in this fandom get so popular, but looking back at the really popular fanfics from back when the first three seasons were airing (and looking at the fanworks page on TV Tropes), so many of the pairings in those stories involve characters who as far as I'm aware....barely ever even stand next to each other, much less actually share any line of dialogue? And half the time, their personalities are written in a way that I can't even use the logic of "Well, if they did interact, they'd probably get along great"; hell, in some cases, I think it's pretty clear that canonically the best some of these popular ships would do is barely tolerate each other. Admittedly, part of my salt for this also comes from the fact that a lot of these crackships involve breaking up favorite ships of mine, which combined with the factors mentioned before obviously wouldn't endear the pairings to me in the slightest.

3.) Okay, so this wasn't something I saw on Tumblr, but I heard about it via Tumblr so I'm counting it. But apparently some people on Twitter actually think that the love triangle from World Tour had no cheating involved? Which genuinely made me do a double-take when I read that post because even though All-Stars apparently either forgot or tried to retcon it away, it was very clearly established that Duncan and Courtney were still a thing when he started hooking up with Gwen. And even though I stopped watching the season before it got to that point, I definitely remember how badly the fandom reacted, with a big factor in why it was so reviled being because it involved cheating.

Now for the Charmed questions....which might be a little harder to answer because I'm actually not super familiar with the fandom, and I've only ever actually seen about half the show and read a couple issues of the comics a while ago.

18.) I feel like I never really saw any fanworks or anything like that that really address the whole fact that after Prue died and Paige joined the family, the dynamics for all the sisters had to have changed a lot? Granted, the show never really seemed to do this either from what I remember, but I'm so used to fandom taking advantage of the relative lack of limitations to address things that canon never could. But I don't remember ever seeing any fanworks or even posts addressing stuff like how Piper would have to adjust to suddenly being the eldest, Phoebe going from being the baby of the family to suddenly being the middle child and having a younger sister; or Paige going from being an only child to finding out she has sisters and learning to adapt to the fact that I'm sure this would effect her life even outside the magical aspects.

9.) The way it seemed like everyone got over Future Chris's death super quickly after Baby Chris was born. It's sort of alluded to in the first episode of the next season as implicitly being part of why Piper is so protective of Wyatt and Chris, but effectively it comes across like everyone just forgot that the Chris they knew for...what, over a year or so, died, and even if they have the comfort that Baby Chris is still around and that means that Chris didn't "really" die....the fact is that because they seemed to have succeeded in changing the future, that Chris they knew really is gone for good. Making it worse is the fact that I feel like they could have done something to explain the relative lack of apparent concern - maybe something related to the whole time travel/changing the future timeline thing.

#Total Drama #Charmed #Violent Asks #Pinch of Salt

[cienie-isengardu]

Not only do I not regret asking you to "RELEASE THE RAMBLES!", I'm sending you requests for more. Below is a list of questions that I asked @bihansthot , and enjoyed their answers, but because you are so thorough, and answer in such depth, I'm re-asking them to you.

Brace yourself, it's a list. I didnt have time to sort thru them, I just copied and pasted, so if any are questions you already answered before, please feel free to include the links.

"LET US BEGIN!"

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In the spirit of potential future writing,  I'm trying to find a building that  would make a good substitution for Lin Kuei temple.

I've tried looking up ancient Chinese military barracks/forts, and have found some stuff,  but is all exterior.  Anyone know of any locations (or several I can cobble together) that would make good inspiration fodder?

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So, uhm, religion? What's the Lin Kuei's take on that one? I know they are aware of Gods, they team up with/ encounter Raiden all the time,  and have literally worked for/against Shinook, so I know they recognize higher powers... but I  guess the question is,  do they care?

Do they have a religion,  or spiritual practice that resembles religion? Or do they have a more practical approach "gods exist,  but we just consider them very strong people"?

Which segues into... do they recognize and participate in holidays, or things like birthdays? Or are all their celebrations work related (I.E. successful missions or levels of combat mastery)?

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Food.  What foods do they normally eat? What foods do they like?  What foods don't they like? What foods do they absolutely love so much they'll stop what they're doing to get it?

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If you had to match the Lin Kuei with a dynasty,  what one would it be? (I know the 2021 movie has the opening in the Ming dynasty, so the Lin Kuei is at least that old,  but given that movie Bi Han hasn't aged in 400 years, and was taken is a child,  its probably much older) (and also know the game probably cherry picked random Chinese things it liked).

What do you think the Lin Kuei's view on artistic culture (probably not the right word) is? I know they are heavily militaristic,  but in the game,  Kuai Liang offers Hanzo tea and he properly prepares it the Japanese way, that says they have something of an education other than just related to fighting?

Lastly,  in the movie,  everything Bi Han does is "for the Lin Kuei", but the Lin Kuei is on Earth (assumedly),  and he is working for a guy who wants to enslave Earth, so what do you think the deal is?

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Question about the Cryomancers. I know the game lore says that they are supposed to be rare, but I also know that the Lin Kuei have had at least 5 (grandpa, papa, older, and younger Sub Zero,  and Frost). 4 of which are part of 3 generations that inherited it even with mixed blood (I'm assuming Mama Sub Zero wasn't Cryomancer since they left her alone).

That's a lot of generations in a row for a rare trait... So do you think the Cryomancers as a group have figured out they're being hunted and have chosen to live in hiding?

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Lin Kuei society question? I like writing so I also like world building and I think about these things.

Is Lin Kuei society ever covered? I know there is a Grandmaster, a handful master assassins (Sub Zero's, Sektor, Cyrax, etc) and the  movies always have a bunch canon fodder lesser assassins.

And they live in the very isolated Lin Kuei Palace/Temple in Arktika (or wherever it used to be)

But is Lin Kuei (we'll call it "village") ever covered?   Do they have willing servants, kidnapped slaves, or a mix of both? Are there women (non fighter women,  I know there's Frost) or do they employ strictly male help? If there are women, what's their role, and are there children born there? What about Elderly? What about resources,  is everything (from food, clothes, weapons, and the raw materials to create them) grown or manufactured on sight by skilled laborers or do they import/interact with the outside world? How vicious or civil is this society, could you be killed for looking at Sektor wrong or do they value your services to a degree? What's the degree? This is obviously a combat culture,  but is everyone expected to know martial arts of some variety, is it optional, or do they prohibit it among the servants/slaves? How strict are they on things like clothing, food, alcohol,  drugs, "luxuries", or pleasures? Money? If they interact with the world do they recognize and use $$ currency, commodity currency, or a mixture? Internally are the Lin Kuei payed or just provided for? What about illness or injury,  if you're not a master and it a serious injury/illness are you taken care of or do they just give you a quick death?

Etc. That's all the questions I can think of,  but please feel free to answer questions I didn't ask,  if you think of anything else.

Thank you for this wonderful list to talk about! I’m gonna split the answer into smaller parts, for better focusing on each aspect but also so I don’t feel bad for keeping you waiting for ages, lol. For now let’s focus on asks about the religion!

So good questions! I do think they have some spiritual practice(s) because in martial arts the state of a mind is as important as the physical body and religion is one of many ways to shape someone’s mindset from a young age. I do, however, think that Lin Kuei does not worship the gods. They are aware that the gods exist (with Raiden as the thorn in the side) and may even respect their supernatural powers and battle skills but it never has stopped Lin Kuei from desecrating holy places, murdering people and stealing stuff for the best price. So, it seems to me that whatever religion the members of the clan follow, by nature it is rooted in nontheism.

Of course, there is also a chance that Lin Kuei worships some forgotten deity or deities (as a remnant of their ancient connections with Outworld / realms conquered and destroyed by Shao Kahn?) or may even practice ancestor worship which seems like a good way to uphold a widely understood tradition that plays an important role in the discussed community.

The closest thing to religious practice was seen in Mortal Kombat X, when Sub-Zero and his warriors seemed to pray together before statue of god / deity / ancestor / legendary warrior / personalized thing they value the most (sadly, my knowledge about Asian religious practices or faiths is very limited so I don’t have idea if the statue is supposed to represent any real god/religious symbol).

At the same time, it could be just a bluff since Grandmaster was aware of Cage’s team infiltrating the Lin Kuei territory and used this moment to lure them into a trap. Additionally, Mortal Kombat X comics presented once Kuai Liang sitting before the same statue albeit in a completely different (devoid of reverence?) position.

Of course, if we take into account Mortal Kombat Armageddon, the game states that Lin Kuei Temple placed in Arctika was actually once the Temple of Delia (the great sorceress & wife of god Argus) that at some point get abandoned and re-used by Sub-Zero’s clan.

(In the background, we can see a statue of Delia that Lin Kuei does not worship but did not remove for whatever reason. Mixing both old and new games, we can only wonder if MKX!statue is also the remnant of someone else's faith/religion?)

Beside that, Kuai Liang was pretty vocal about Lin Kuei not worshipping the Elder Gods, what was seen in MK11’s intro dialogue with Cetrion

Sub-Zero: The Lin Kuei do not worship the Elder Gods.

Cetrion: We seek gratitude, not worship.

Sub-Zero: I see no distinction.

and personally did not have any reason to pray to the goddess:

Sub-Zero: Why should I pray to you?

Cetrion: Why does a bird flap its wings?

Sub-Zero: I asked a simple question.

In all fairness, in MK11 Kuai Liang seems the most passive-aggressive toward the Elder God while Frost is focused on her ambitions and Noob!Bi-Han just wants to be left alone when bothered by Cetrion. Similar thing happens toward Raiden. Despite gratitude for saving him, Kuai Liang does not spare the god criticism (can’t serve both Elder Gods and Earthrealm, isn’t fit for his role of protector) and in MKX outright says he does not fear divine beings:

Raiden: Sub-Zero...

Sub-Zero: I fear no gods, Raiden.

Raiden': That's why you shall lose.

Surprisingly, Kuai Liang’s interaction with MK11!Fujin sounds less accusing than with Raiden and Cetrion and it is connected closely to their ties with Bi-Han. And maybe Kuai Liang did seek in the past Fujin and other elements to make a peace with them, like he planned to do so in Mortal Kombat 4 Limited comics?

"I came here to make peace with the gods of the elements that you fought [...]"

Anyway, the accusingly behaviour toward Raiden and Cetrion could be just Kuai Liang’s personal dislike for gods and serious authority issues, which makes sense considering how much he suffered because of their meddling and conflicts.

But honestly?

The available examples of Lin Kuei attitude toward gods, demigods and supernatural beings suggest how little the warriors - especially cryomancers - care for them.

Like, we have Bi-Han in Mythologies, who asked Quan Chi about details of mission:

Sub-Zero: If it's so precious, why don't you get it yourself?

Quan Chi: I cannot enter the temple until the four elements within its walls have been defeated. And I am not on the best of terms with the gods of your realm... especially your god of thunder.

Sub-Zero: Tell me about these elements.

Quan Chi outright said he and earthrealm gods weren’t friends and Bi-Han, reading between the lines, could get the idea that he may end on bad terms with Thunder God. Yet he was interested only in elements (lesser gods than protector of realm?) guarding the temple.

Then Bi-Han beat down four demigods and met a displeased Raiden after Quan Chi got the Shinnok Amulet. His reaction? No fear, like meeting an angry god was a normal occurrence.

Rayden: Do you realize what you've done??

Sub-Zero: I was just earning my living.

Rayden: Your clan's ignorance and greed will cost this entire realm. You must now set things straight.

Sub-Zero: Quan Chi could simply be a lunatic sorcerer. I've never heard of an elder god named Shinnok or of a place called the Netherrealm.

Rayden: Well, you'd better start believing in both, because you're going to the Netherrealm and you're going to bring the amulet back. We must act quickly. I have no dominion in the Netherrealm... You are reality's only hope.

Sub-Zero: I'll do it, Thunder God... but only because I have no choice.

And once he came back from Netherrealm, where he was fixing what he messed up in the first place on Raiden’s order, his abrasive attitude did not change much:

Sub-Zero: Here... the amulet.

Rayden: Impressive, Sub-Zero. Perhaps you will reconcile your reckless past after all.

Sub-Zero: That's it? Not even a thank you?

Of course, to some degree Raiden’s words did have an impact on Bi-Han but even the god’s warning about his soul tainted with evil did not stop him from coming back to Lin Kuei. Bi-Han’s attitude and/or approach to gods seems to change somehow once he was reborn as Noob, but that is a different matter for different times.

Anyway, Mythologies!Bi-Han and MK11!Noob act less aggressive toward gods than Kuai Liang. But then we have Sub-Zero from from the MK novel by Jeff Rovin, who not only is not afraid of gods but outright insult them:

“Wait! Be warned, Shang Tsung. He is cursed!”

“Cursed? By whom?”

Ruthay wailed, “By the immortal Yu.”

Shang Tsung felt cold spiders crawl up his spine. “The demigod Yu?”

“Yes… he who is said to dwell in the underground caverns of Horse Ear Mountain… which is sacred to the goddess Kuan Lin. He who protects the canals… and the tunnels… and looks after all who use them, human and animal.”

“What did our brash friend do to Yu?”

“He… killed a man,” said Ruthay.

“What man?”

“A toll-taker… one who had given up a life of crime… one who had been a partner of the man… you… seek.”

“And how did that crime come to the attention of the spirit of Yu?” Shang Tsung asked.

“The man was killed… slowly disemboweled with a sword… while accomplices forced his wife and his son to look on! After his murder… the man’s remains… were dumped into a canal!”

Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow. “Is that all? I was expecting something truly terrible!”

“It was!” Ruthay shrieked. “When he disposed of the body… in that way … he profaned one of the sacred waterways… of Yu!”

Shang Tsung smiled now. “Then he is definitely the man I want,” he said. “Anyone who is impudent enough to insult a demigod won’t be afraid to attack a member of the White Lotus Society, or the gods who watch after them. I will send Hamachi, Ruthay. When he nears his goal, see through his eyes and guide him!”

Book!Sub-Zero was impudent enough to insult a demigod which is why he was one of Shang Tsung’s favorites. And to be clear - book!Sub-Zero did not regret insulting the demigod at all. Even more! He found humor in it!:

He dwelt in a cave two hundred feet up the face of a cliff by the sea. The mouth of his home was barely wide enough to accommodate a slender adult, and was accessible only by climbing the sheer wall of rock, a feat that was impossible for most adults and daunting even to the few arachnids and marsupials that tried it.

Maybe some of them were even sent by Yu, he thought with a smirk, little assassins who would chastise me for having spilled blood in his precious canal.

The less abrasive attitude toward gods was shown by Cyrax, who talked a bit with Raiden over Bi-Han’s remains. He wasn’t outright antagonistic but wasn’t overall respectful either. He talked with Thunder God like he would talk with any other human being that wasn’t actually Scorpion. Frankly, from the named Lin Kuei only MK9!Smoke actually addressed Raiden in respectful manner, with proper bow and the name of lord

albeit did he do so because he respects the divine beings or just out of gratitude for saving him, hard to tell for sure.

So yeah, it seems like no matter what kind of timeline or age or medium of the story, Lin Kuei does not fear gods nor pray to them. And the clan has a long history of dealing with Raiden, so the Lin Kuei had first-hand experiences with supernatural beings. Somehow, cryomancers are the most impudent warriors when it comes to dealing with or criticizing the gods.

Interestingly, as much as Lin Kuei warriors don’t care for gods, most of the known to us named characters believe to have - and to care - for their own souls. Sektor and MK11!Frost embraced the Cyber Lin Kuei idea but Kuai Liang, Cyrax and Smoke were opposed to C.I. project out for concern for their souls among other things. Even Bi-Han, to some degree became concerned about his soul after trip to Netherrealm.

Believing in souls is usually a sign of belief in the afterlife, albeit after all of them went through (the change into cyborgs, death and change into Revenants) this is less a matter of faith (religion) and more first-hand experiences. And let's not forget that regularly dealing over the centuries with Shang Tsung who steals people's souls on a daily basis makes it really hard to not believe spirits are real.

Also, an interesting matter of Lin Kuei practices that could have a religious/spiritual ground and/or be an example of ancestor worship is the clan’s funeral rites. I don’t think we actually saw any Lin Kuei to bury their own (especially after warrior’s failure?) and for sure MK9!Cyrax and Sektor did not bother to take care of Bi-Han’s remains. However the sources provide examples of Lin Kuei keeping corpses, most likely of their own leaders or warriors.

And so, we could see human remains:

put in two coffins on each side of statue

hidden / kept in a block of ice(?) in chamber of Fallen Lin Kuei in which Frost’s frozen body was also laid, but on the altar

Cyrax’s cyber body was kept and guarded by Sub-Zero (and this is like the only thing that Kuai Liang and Cyber Sektor so far agreed on)

and even Cyber Sektor’s remains, even if just for pragmatic reasons, are kept in what seems to be respectful manner:

It could be just Kuai Liang’s good nature to honor fallen of his clan (I’m still not sure if Lin Kuei Palace is the new place for Sub-Zero’s clan or the ancient hideout) but even in MK Conquest TV series, after Grandmaster was killed by then-currently-Sub-Zero, there was the farewell ceremony with clothes on display (cause there was not much left of body after freezing and shattering) while new leader gave the speech promising to punish the guilty.

Which makes me think that Lin Kuei did honor their fallen warriors (especially those exceptional, deserving). Such custom and apparently common belief in soul could also support the ancestor worship - both as some ancient, mythical ancestor(s) connecting warriors into one clan (family) and tradition to follow in the footsteps of forefathers (Bi-Han taking place of his father [old timeline] or grandfather [current timeline] or Kuai Liang taking Bi-Han’s place as Sub-Zero).

My general conclusion about Lin Kuei is that its members believe in souls, have respect and use of spiritual matters (meditation?) and maybe ancestor worship. Whatever the religious / spiritual practices they have over the centuries, it is not something they will share, as the Lin Kuei by nature are secretive people who keep personal things mostly for themselves. The people that joined the clan (Cyrax and Smoke) maybe kept their old, eventual religious beliefs but overall, Lin Kuei warriors did not fear, care for nor pray to gods. They may respect god (Raiden, Fujin) as a person but not because of their divine nature. And even that would not stop them from criticizing said god. Which is pretty much how Kuai Liang and Raiden’s relationship looks like. Grandmaster is grateful to Thunder God for saving him but he won’t blindly follow his authority.

(Kuai Liang has serious authority issues, hasn't he?)

As for holidays, I can’t really see Lin Kuei to follow any specific religious (theistic) special day cause they don’t care much for gods in the first place. Unless they worked undercover and needed to act as normal human beings, religious holidays would mean nothing to them. The warriors may however celebrate their mission success, combat mastery or promotion between themselves or in secret, I think. Like, Lin Kuei did forbid friendship because it was considered warrior’s flaw yet we know some members either were blood-related (Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, previous Sub-Zero - father or grandfather, depending on which timeline is correct) or considered each other a family (Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada) and most named characters worked in duos so they have both opportunity and knowledge about each other to celebrate important matters. If they managed to remember anything from previous life, that is. Because from ancient to at least Great Kung Lao’s times most(?) adepts were kidnapped from biological families at a really young age (something around 6 years old). And Mythologies: Sub-Zero takes that even further:

Its warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence. Each of them posses certain skills and abilities that set them apart from normal men. These abilities are passed on from generation to generation and honed throughout the experiences of life.

So, celebrating birthdays doesn’t sound like happening much, unless those with family around could allow themselves such luxury. The clan may however celebrate the day of becoming a fully trained and sworn warrior? Or the fallen warriors? Who knows.

Also, something worth thinking about: in Mortal Kombat Conquest TV series, when the Grandmaster presented newly appointed Sub-Zero to the rest of the clan, he “celebrated” the cryomancer's first official performance as the execution of two men who failed their mission. So, yeah, celebration of something special in (old) Lin Kuei does not necessarily mean anything nice.

(The next part of answer most likely will be focused either on food or architecture / origin of Lin Kuei. Let's hope I will get it written sooner than later)

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[rockthingsbymeg]

You’re the jackpot I never played to get

Pairing: Dom!Roger x Sub!OC!Brooklyn

Info: SMUT (read only if you feel comfortable!), cursing, language, dom-sub dynamics, unprotected sex (be safe guys!), dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), masturbation, light (?) breeding kink, car sex. 4410 words.

A/N: Hey there! I’ve literally dissapeared from here, I know, but now I’m back (at least I hope… I swear I’m going to try). I’ll be posting mostly stuff from Roger Taylor from Queen because this man is someting else completly… I mean it… English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. I wanted to thank @cherries-n-rocknroll for beta-reading and helping me edit this, it truly meant a lot! Anyways, I think that’s all I wanted to say.

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The first time they saw her was right after a recording session. The four men walked out of the studio, and standing by a black Ferrari - the same one that had dropped Roger earlier that day - stood a beautiful woman. Her long, brown hair waved with the breeze; her eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses, but they assumed she was looking at them, judging by the position of her head. A cigarette rested on her lips, a stain of dark lipstick on the orange part as she took her last puff, throwing it on a nearby trash can.

“See you tomorrow!” Roger spoke mindlessly at his friends, a smirk adorning his lips as he made his way to the woman.

Brooklyn. That was her name, Roger absolutely loved it. He had loved how it rolled of her lips the first time they met and he still loved it to this day. Brooklyn. It fitted her so well, like it was made just for her. It had exactly the right amount of mystery to it, yet still feeling somewhat soft. It felt comforting when he heard it, when he said it. Brooklyn. His Brooklyn.

A smirk formed on her lips as well, her arms - before folded over her chest - now rested by her sides. She wore a pair of jean shorts that allowed everyone to see her long, tanned legs. The top half of her body was covered by a floral shirt that Brian recognized as Roger’s, neatly tucked inside the shorts but still a bit loose, not hiding the shape of her breasts.

As the blonde approached her, she removed the glasses, her turquoise eyes shining under the sunlight as she looked at Roger. The smirk subsided, giving place to a sweet smile. His hands moved to rest on her waist, flushing their bodies together in a fluid motion and planting a kiss on her cheek. Her smile widened, arms moving up and around his neck bringing him in for a quick peck on the lips before giving another one on his cheek. She handed him the keys and walked over to the passenger’s side, both getting inside the car and leaving behind three very dumbfounded boys.

“I’d never seen Roger be that sweet!” Freddie commented with a shocked expression. “And I’ve known that bitch for years!” He spoke even louder looking between Brian and John, waiting for a reaction from them both.

“I’ve known him for even longer and I can’t remember him being like that near a girl.“ Brian had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes still on the spot where the car had been. “He looked so-” he began but Freddie ended the sentence for him.

“-in love…“ it came out nearly as a whisper. And at that, the realization hit Fred like a ton of bricks. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Roger Taylor was in love.”​ he laughed and began his walk to his friend’s cars.

John rolled his eyes at Freddie as both he and Brian began to walk behind him. “Whoever listens to you will think he doesn’t have a heart”.

Freddie looked at the man “You know that’s not how I meant it!” He waved his hand at John “It’s just- tell me, when was the last time you saw Roger looking at a woman like she isn’t a piece of meat made for him to shag?” he turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I get what you’re saying,” John explained himself “But all I’m saying is that maybe, this time, he doesn’t look at her like that. And you sound like you’re judging him, instead of supporting. And for all we know, she could be just a shag that he plans on keeping for more than a day.“ He shrugged as they made it to their cars. “Anyways, see you tomorrow!” John spoke one last time before getting in his car. Brian and Freddie looked at him as he left, and then at each other.

“Roger never mentioned her to you?” Freddie asked his mate, eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“No.” Brian answered simply, trying to think of Roger speaking to him recently about any girl. “He started to go out less times during the last few months but…” he trailed off, connecting that with the fact that it had been a while since he saw Roger with girls at parties or after gigs.

“Do you think he’d hide her from us?” Freddie asked, more like he was thinking aloud.

“Well, I would if I knew you’d start asking this many questions.“ Brian teased him, and Freddie flipped him the bird. “Look, Fred, if it is indeed something serious, he’ll end up telling us. And you know it!” They stopped by Brian’s car.

“I know, I know. But I’m curious. And I bet you’re too.“ He gave Brian a pointed look, as well as a pointed finger.

“See you tomorrow Fred!” Brian chuckled, getting into his car, listening to Freddie complaining about something before the noise became muffled outside the doors. Probably about the fact that his cab still hadn’t gotten there to drive him to wherever he said he had to go.

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While the boys had been chatting in the parking lot, Roger had been making his way back to her home. The trip was longer than if they went to his, but it didn’t bother him the slightest as he casted glances at Brooklyn, who had her bare feet on the leather seat of her car, looking at Roger throughout the ride.

“Your mates seemed a bit confused back there.“ She commented with her velvet voice echoing in the silent car. “Not used to see you being so lovely to a lady?” she smirked, well aware of his reputation.

Roger smirked her way before looking back at the road. “They know I can be a little nicer than usual around women if that’s what it takes to get into their pants.” He answered simply, coming to a stop on a red light. “It just tends to happen after a couple drinks and not when I’m completely sober,“ He looked back at her, bringing his hand to rub the soft skin of her thigh.

“I see. Roger Taylor needs to keep up the look of a lady’s man, and not a goofy lover.” She opened her legs, allowing his hand to trail to the inside of her thigh. The tone she used was light and funny, but deep down Roger knew she actually meant what she said.

“I promised you,“ He looked seriously at her, squeezing her flesh between his fingers in a reassuring way. “I don’t need to keep up any looks, and I won’t if that makes you feel uncomfortable.” He began to drive again as the light changed to green, eyes focusing back on the road but returning to hers at every chance he got “I want you to feel comfortable around me, to trust me. And if dropping my lady’s man is what it takes, then I’ll do it.” He squeezed her flesh again, shooting her a heart-warming smile.

An enormous smile spread across her face, making the skin near her eyes wrinkle. “I love you,“ She spoke in a lower and sweeter tone, getting Roger to look at her with the most love-struck gaze ever.

With a smile as wide as hers he answered “I love you too angel.” He removed his hand, focusing back on the road, feeling her eyes in the side of his body.

After only a few seconds of silence, Brooklyn spoke again. “As sweet as all of this was, I have to admit something.“ Roger glanced at her, curious. “I’m soaking wet because you placed your hand on my thigh.” They both chuckled, Roger looking at her with a devious grin.

“You have two options baby girl,” He smirked, eyes back on the road. “Either you wait until we get home or you open up those shorts and begin the work yourself.“ He spoke casually, making her whine by his side.

With her eyes glued to Roger’s profile, her hand smoothly snaked down her shorts, not even bothering to open them. And her fingers immediately found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it.

“Tell me what you’re doing baby girl,” He groaned glancing briefly at her.

“I'm…I’m rubbing slowly around my clit s-sir…” She whined, feeling her back arch off of the seat.

“Are you teasing yourself? Want to last longer for me?” He spoke, his voice raspy just the way he knew she liked it.

“Y-yes sir,” She moaned, looking at him “Can I please touch my clit sir? I promise I won’t cum.“ She begged, stopping her hands for a bit, not wanting to tease herself any further unless he made her.

“Talk with me baby, tell me what you’re imagining.” He growled, looking at her as they stopped for another red light. The last one before they got home.

“Okay sir,” she began, taking a deep breath and stroking her clit tentatively “I’m not imagining anything sir, I’m remembering last night.“ She smiled and so did he, bringing his lips to hers in a slow kiss. “You made me so full. Your cock felt so big and so good inside me. And you knew all the right places to hit, just like every other time.” She moaned, speeding her movements as her legs began to tremble. “And I was remembering how much you came. God Roger, it was so, so much…” She trailed off. Usually, he would say something about this. They had a rule, Roger was sir​ for her. But he completely lost himself in all the pleasure shown by her eyes.

At this point, Roger was rock hard in his briefs, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as he did last night. He had decided to make it the best, as it was the first time they had sex after deciding not to use any condoms or pills. They were ready for whatever came in their future.  

He could see how much she wanted to cum, how much she was holding back just to satisfy him. With a kind smile and one last kiss, he spoke again: “You can cum if you want to baby girl.” He returned his attention to the road, speeding up more than he probably should just to get home faster. “I wanna see your panties soaked when we get home.“ He grunted, readjusting in his seat as he heard a moaned chuckle escape her lips.

“That’s going to be hard Rog…” She smirked at him, fingers stroking her as fast as she possibly could, a muffled, wet noise echoing trough the car.

“What? Why?” He glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not wearing any…” She moaned, smirking when she saw him bite his lip.

“You’re going to be the death of me” He breathed out, feeling his cock twitch at her words. His eyes met hers briefly and that made did trick for her: she came loudly, legs trembling, heels digging into her seat and hips thrusting up to meet her hand. Her head had fallen back, eyes nearly closed as she didn’t tear her gaze away from Rog.

He tried his best to focus on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing at her every five seconds or so, watching her pleasuring herself to a breaking point all while looking at him. And her noises, oh​ lord​, the noises were the most sinful and beautiful thing he’d ever heard and it nearly made him cum in his pants.

She could see him tense up, breathing labored and ragged as she came down from her high. She pulled her fingers from her clit, raising them to his lips and he sucked on them, humming at her taste. Without a warning he stopped the car and turned to her, kissing her fiercely and reaching his hand down her shorts, wanting to taste her again.

She didn’t even notice they were at her place already, except for when she pulled away from the kiss and caught a glimpse of Mrs. Williams looking at her with a face of utter disgust; she’d have to be blind not to realize where Roger had his hands and that woman was far​ ​ from being blind.

At the slurping noise Roger made while sucking her fingers she turned to him with her cheeks flushed, holding back her laughter. “What?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed, eyes moving to the spot where hers previously looked, seeing the woman with her eyes on them. “I think she likes what she sees baby girl” he chuckled, kissing her on the lips one last time. “But this is a private show, only for me and you to enjoy, so how about we get inside?” He smirked at her, moving to get out of the car, not really bothered if Brooklyn’s neighbor saw how hard he was or how fucked up Brooklyn looked.

The girl followed behind, closing the car behind herself and walking to Roger, intertwining her fingers with his and leading him inside her house. As soon as Roger closed the door behind himself, her hands flew to her -​ more like his - shirt and pulled it out of her shorts, undoing the buttons slowly and maintaining eye contact with Roger as he took a step closer to her. His left hand came to rest on her waist while his right one came to her chin, lifting her head just a little up and planting his lips on hers. He didn’t move for a few seconds until he felt her hands sliding over his middle, holding him close. Her eyes gradually closed, and her breath finally began to slow down. Only then Roger began to move his lips. He knew she melted whenever he kissed her like this, and he could feel her relaxing into his touch. Her head tilted to the side, Roger mimicked it, and soon the kiss deepened, but didn’t speed up.

His rough and yet delicate hands moved to her front, slowly undoing the last few buttons of the shirt until he was able to feel the skin of her stomach freely. His hands rested on her sides, thumbs gently stroking her ribs and the bottom of her bralette-covered breasts, sighing deeply against her lips. He pulled her a bit closer, more firmly, before they both parted their lips, still allowing them to brush together.

“I​ love it when you kiss me like that…​” she spoke in a low voice against his lips, a smile wide across her face while they both kept their eyes closed

“I​ love you,​” he breathed out, not daring to open his eyes as his hands squeezed her more firmly, like she was a dream about to fade away from his memory.

“I love you too,” she breathed out with a wide smile.

His lips pecked hers once before he moved his mouth to her neck, trailing hot, wet, open-mouthed kissed on her skin until he reached her collarbone. His hands reached for the waistline of her shorts and undid the button, letting the demin slide down a bit. Roger looked down at the wet patch on her clothes, looking back up at her eyes and brushing his lips against hers like he was going to dive in for a kiss, instead just teasing.

“You’ve​ made a mess all over your clothes baby,​” he whispered, pushing her shorts all the way down to the floor and kneeling in front of her, a look of sheer love and admiration in his eyes. His hands trailed up her legs, stroking her skin as she looked down at him, her breathing getting heavier by the second as her hand reached to tangle itself in his hair.

The look in his eyes asked for permission, and as she nodded, he placed a single kiss over her clit, smiling as a small and weak whimper left her lips. His tongue darted out, moving between her folds and making her moan. Waves of pleasure made her shock violently, hand tugging his hair because she felt like she was going to collapse like a corpse on the ground at any moment if he kept up his work. And that seemed exactly his plan. His eyes had closed, face relaxed while he skillfully worked his tongue against her wet cunt, delighted by her salty taste. And the simple sight made her knees grow weaker, making her reach a hand to the railing of the stairs besides them, looking for extra support. It would probably make her arm go numb, but in that moment, she didn’t care.

Roger looked up at her through his long lashes with a smile spreading across his face. He placed a kiss on her clit again and then got up on his feet, bringing her closer by the waist “I think it’s better if you lay down, don’t you?” He smirked, picking her up effortlessly and walking to her bedroom.

By now, most of her stuff was gone. Some boxes rested on the corner, filled with the last piles of clothes and some old decoration she wanted to bring along with her to their new flat, way closer to Roger’s studio and way bigger. Enough for him, her, and the little one - or ones - they hoped to have. He placed her on top of the bed, stopping for a minute to admire her: her hair fell around her perfeclty, creating almost a sea of dark brown waves; her pupils were blown wide with lust, the brown nearly gone and replaced by their black; her chest, adorned by the black, lacy bralette she wore moved up and down in quick moves and, lastly, her legs were spread for him, wetness glistening under the afternoon glow. She was with​ no shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And she was his; she wanted to be his. It made his chest clench in the most delicious way possible, and a smile break across his face again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked shyly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to rest on his fours on top of her, noses bumping together while their lips brushed.

“Because you’re beautiful” he looked down at her with his endearing love-struck gaze, mixed slightly with his lust-blown pupils as well. As much as the tent in his jeans was uncomfortable, he could not bring himself to stop looking at her the way he was now.

She chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips “I love you a lot Roger. And you’re beautiful too, and that’s why if you don’t get down there again I’ll be extremely​ frustrated!” She stated and he laughed aloud at that.

He kissed her lips again, pulling away to wink at her. “Aye, Aye Captain” he joked, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her body. First on the column of her neck, then between her breasts, then right above her belly button, and then her hip bone. The last one was placed on her clit, followed by his tongue pressing flatly against it and his lips wrapped around it, sucking her into his mouth with a wet noise.

“Fuck Rog…” her voice echoed inside the room and inside his head. “You’re so good to me.” she moaned again, her hand trailing down to his hair and the other one gripping the bed sheets.

He hummed happily against her, hands wrapping around her thighs to stop them from closing around his head. He alternated between sucking her nub and fucking her with his tongue, rolling it around her walls and feeling her clench at the feeling. The overstimulation from the first orgasm made this second one build a lot quicker, and as much ​as he loved​ having her cumming with his tongue, he knew she didn’t love overstimulation that much. He stopped and brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply and slowly.

“You gonna fill me up Rog?” she moaned against his lips, earning a groan from the back of his throat as he rutted against her.

“Yeah baby girl,” he moaned, pressing harder against her.

“Yeah? Gonna give me your babies? Get me all knocked up, looking big and beautiful only for you?” she moaned, and that, along with the talking, made Roger nearly loose it.

“Fuck Brook… How do you want it baby girl? Tell me how you want me to fill you up.“ He breathed out, getting on his knees and doing a quick work of his clothes.

Instead of answering she turned around, laying with her ass on the air and in full display for him. She heard more shuffling before she felt the tip of his cock run through her folds, gathering the slickness before pulling away.

“Show me you can take my cock,” he asked and by the tone of his voice, she could picture his hand moving languidly over his length.

Without so much as flinch, she dipped two fingers inside herself, soon followed by a third one and, as quick as they were in they were out. Just to show Rog she’d take him easily. He pressed his cock against her hole again. And this time, he pushed inside, her walls clenching violently as she moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“So warm and so wet…” Roger moaned, hands moving to her body as he stroked the skin of her waist. “Can I move?” He asked between ragged breaths and as she nodded he pulled back, before pushing back in, causing another moan to roll out from both their mouths.

He started slow, with deep and harsh thrusts, filling her up to the brim. But, as the pleasure became too much, and the pleas more consistent, his pace built up. His unflinching rhythm skills making her roll her eyes to the back of her head with a series of curse words leaving her mouth as she began to push back into him. She wanted to praise him more, to ask for his cum, but her brain could no longer function with how much pleasure she was feeling. And soon enough, she was nearing another orgasm.

“Roger please…” she begged, her right hand moving to rest on top of his one, squeezing and bringing it to her clit “I’m gonna cum…” her voice was shallow and, as he leaned on top of her to have a better access to her clit, his mouth pressed itself against her ear, his grunts now being the only thing she could focus on.

“It’s alright baby girl… Cum all over my cock, show me how good I make you feel.“ He moaned out, feeling the familiar coil on his stomach getting tighter and tighter and his thrusts getting sloppier.

He flicked his finger over her clit in rapid moves, pressuring just right and, as his free hand moved to pull her left tit out of her bra and kneed it between his fingers. That did it, she was sent over the edge as a loud cry of pleasure echoed the room. Her body shook against him, hips pushing back against him and away from him with force, walls pulsing violently around his cock until he too came with a loud moan by her ear. His hands squeezed her body tight against his and he buried his cock balls deep into her, loads of cum shooting inside her body with every stutter of his hips.

The one move they made was to collapse sideways on her bed, bodies sweaty and warm against each other. Roger kept his arms around her, by her stomach, not bothering to pull out, he just wanted to feel her every time she clenched. “That was really​ good.” She breathed out, followed by a light laugh coming from them both.

“Yeah,“ he simply spoke, still trying to calm his breath. “But let’s face it: it always is with us.” His tone was playful and smug, and it perfectly accompanied the smirk on his lips.

She wrestled a bit until she was able to turn around in his grasp, a smile glued to her face as her hand began to push his sweaty hair out of his face.

He was thinking about something, she could see it by the look in his eyes, but before she could ask, he began to speak. “I want to host a little dinner so you can meet them.” He said while pulling her closer and rolling onto his back, letting her rest on top of him.

“The band?” She asked and he nodded “Are you sure?” her voice held insecurities that Roger already knew about and it made him hug her tight against him.

“You’re the most important person in my life,” he began, voice low and sweet by her ear. “They’ve been part of very important things in my life and I want them to know that I’m with you, that I love you, that I plan on spending every moment I can with you and every other sappy thing you can think of…” he smiled widely at her. “I know you think they won’t like you but can you please tell me, what’s not to like?” She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest, meeting his eyes “You’re funny, generous, empathic, caring, sarcastic, hot as fuck, beautiful… You’re the jackpot I never played to get. The only reason I could ever think for not wanting them to meet you is because I still think you could get so much better than me and I’m afraid they’re that person.” He spoke with his voice breaking at the end, hands cupping her flaming cheeks as he peppered kisses across her forehead. “You’re the love of my life baby.” He smiled down at her.

She could feel her cheeks hurting due to the wideness of her smile. “I won’t ever leave you. Never baby. Not for one of your bandmates, not​ for anyone else.” she stroked his hair, tangling one of her hands in his. “You’re it for me. Don’t ever forget that!” She kissed him, letting go of his hand as he snaked his arms around her and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

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[nylaaaaa]

Little Secret

Chapter 1. Your Secret Is Safe With Me

Name and Surname: Natalie Fleur Estelle

Sex: Female

Date of Birth: 19th August 1692

Place ( Registration 

of      < District                     Cynthell

Birth  ( Sub-District

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"Here's the birth certificate. It has nothing about her parents on it as you suggested." I gave the man standing beside me, who had grown to be a brother to me, a quick, but satisfied, grunt of approval. 

"Thank you. Keep this between us and I'll keep up my end of the deal." Quintin gave me a questioning side glance. I knew he didn't appreciate me bringing up the past but I needed him to keep this between us.

"I don't see why you won't be honest to her. For all we know she might be like you..." I knew what he was suggesting, but I refused to listen. She won't be like me. She can't be like me. I waved him away, annoyance clear as day across my face. He will be annoyed too. We both have secrets. I just don't know whose is worth more.

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Today....

Today is possibly the worst day I'll have in my life. I'm honestly not sure. 

Today I officially turn 18 which, unluckily for me, means I have to add another thing to my job description.

Isaieth adopted me when I was born because my father died and it caused my mum to become a drunk. I don't exactly blame her for leaving and forgetting her troubles with a drink. But I also can't say I'm fond of it. I love Isaieth with all my heart, he feels like an actual father to me. But I sometimes wish I had an actual mother to help me grow as well.

When I was born my father died. No one told me how, I just know it was traumatic enough to make my mother a drunk. Isaieth adopted me when I was 2 after he had an accident that caused him to be deaf and partially blind. He wasn't fit for work anymore so the second I turned an age where I can go to the toilet by myself he taught me how to tend his farm. He makes a business by selling wheat that he grows and whatever we can get from the few animals we own. When I was 16 I found an abandoned lamb who we later discovered was a merino sheep. Merino sheep are, in my opinion, the best sheep you can get. Their carcasses are smaller than the average sheep so they aren't used for meat but rather for the wool that they grow. The average amount of wool the sheep grows is 11kg which is enough for about 11 sweaters. Aswell as the sheep we have 2 chickens, both of which are female. They were actually, in some ways, a gift from the king. The king and Isaieth are best friends almost from birth. They both grew up in royalty but only the king kept it that way. Isaieth was the son of a knight, and so in turn, Isaieth was also a knight. The king was born a prince and then was assigned a knight who happened to be Isaieth. One of the times when Isaieth was protecting the king he ended up getting seriously injured and the king fired him for his own safety. The king doesn't exactly care for the knight's wellbeing but because they were friends he decided a knight was too dangerous for Isaieth. After the event the king offered him a plot of land on the outskirts of the city that was run down and abandoned but had potential for a farm. Isaieth's dream as a boy was to grow old and have his own farm, so like any friend the king got him his own farm. Because of the friendship and countless times Isaieth saved his life our rent was greatly reduced and we were offered a permanent job to make sure we always had the money to pay rent. The job included selling off our produce from the animals. The eggs given to Isaieth was originally just starter food but Isaieth decided to keep them and let them hatch instead. When they grew to be quite old he kept a few of the last eggs they would hatch and did the same thing. The hens we have now are 1 years old, or will be in a few days. We don't get much from our farm but because of the discount on rent sometimes we have enough money to spare to get nice things. The average price of rent can go up to 100 gold.

(100 gold is like 1k, the money in this story is, bronze= pence or cents or whatever is the lowest in your country, silver= pounds or dollars etc and gold= the hundreds +. In simpler terms, but in GBP ((Great British Pounds)) terms, 1 bronze= 1 pence, 1 silver= 1 pound and 1 gold= 100 pound.)

Ours however got put down to 45 gold. It's still a lot that we just about make each month but we're still thankful that he even gave us this place to begin with. He didn't actually have to.

It's also lucky that our farm works well with rent times. Each month you have to go to the castle and pay your rent. If you dont have enough or you skip it they go to your house and either take a child, that becomes their servent who has to work for the money you didn't pay, or they take some belongings that you don't get back unless you pay extra. Luckily we've never seen it first hand but one of my childhood friends ended up becoming a servent from it. I haven't seen her since. Our wheat takes a month to grow so we've always got that to keep our money up. Unfortunately wheat sells cheap, one wheat grain sells for 30 bronze. Every month we grow, on average, 700 wheat grains but have to keep back 350 to replant so we can get 350 the next month too. So on average every month with wheat alone we make 10 gold and 5 silver. Which by itself is almost a quarter of our rent. Replanting and harvesting wheat is one of the most tedious jobs of farming, but maintaining is by far the easiest. You only have to water the plant at most once in summer but otherwise never. All you really have to do is make sure the plant isn't dying and be on your way. The worst job I have is turning the sheeps pelt into wool. She doesn't like to be milked so doing that is an annoyance but I dread making wool the most out of all the farm jobs I have. Next to maintaining the crop the hens are the easiest too. They lay at least one egg everyday, the only thing I have to do is collect the eggs without breaking them and make sure the hens are well fed and have fresh air. With making wool you have to flatten the pelt completely and then tie the strands together to make a really long piece of wool that I have to cut and ball up. It's the worst job on the entire farm but I can't say I hate doing it. My favourite thing is balling it all up after dying it. I'm just thankful all these things take a month to do or we'd be screwed on rent every month.

(Realistically these don't actually take a month, I researched so much to make the story as legit as possible but for story sake I tweaked the timing. Hens do lay one egg a day at least, if properly cared for and also depending on breed. But wheat takes a LOT longer to grow and you can only shave a sheep once a year. I changed the timing of it all tho or I'd have to be even more creative with money and stuff and tbh I'd rather not. Coming up with these ideas for the farm was hard enough.)

On average you get 2 balls of yarn out of 1kg of wool. Luckily for us our merino sheep produces 11kg of wool giving us 22 balls of yarn. 1 ball of yarn sells for 1 gold, so for 22 balls of yarn we make 22 gold. Personally I think it's extremely expensive but it does make sense considering there aren't many sheep around, which also means clothes, blankets and shoes are harder to get. On average with the hens we get 2 eggs a day. 1 egg sells for 25 silver, meaning the 2 we make in a day gives us 50 silver. There's 28 days in a month meaning with eggs alone we make 14 gold. Altogether in one month we usually make roughly 46 gold. As good of an amount as that is, 45 of it has to go to the king, leaving us with roughly 1 gold left. Because we're human and need to eat, bathe and clothe ourselves just like everyone else, whatever's left gets spent on stuff like that. On average every month we spend about 50 silver on food. I have my own plant pots in my room that we use for our own food. There's only 2 of them but in one plant pot I grow strawberries and in the other I grow raspberries. Truth be told if I sold the strawberries and raspberries we'd probably be richer but honestly, we're both kinda used to this life and although we don't have everything we want, we have everything we need. Besides the fruits take 2 months to grow and because of my reputation people would refuse to buy them for their actual price. They just about accept the other things, if fruits were in the mix I'd probably get death glares and 1 bronze for a batch. It doesn't bother me too much though because with whatever odd bit of wheat we had spare from the 700 odd we plant and sell we use that to make bread or pastry, so every 2 months we make the fruits into a jam or crush them and make a pie. My all time favourite activity is making them into pies or bread and jam with Isaieth. It's the only thing we can properly do together. He helps me replant and harvest the wheat sometimes because there's so much of it but usually he just watches from afar. His eye sight is getting worse the older he gets so he helps less and less. It saddens me because I know he doesn't want to go fully blind, we wouldn't be able to communicate at all and what kind of life are you living if you can't see or hear anything. You might as well be dead at that point or you'd be so throughly confused. 

Getting back on track. Today is a bad day because it's the first day where I have to pay for the rent. I've been a few times with Isaieth as a child but I've never gone alone. It's an adults job and should only be done by an adult. But today, aswell as being my birthday, it's also rent day. Isaieth didn't actually want me to do it but I insisted knowing that he would have severe trouble doing it himself. And what's more is that I have to go alone to sell our produce now aswell. I don't put any blame on him and I especially will never complain. But in my head I can feel bitter about the situation. 

I look forward to the day.....

...

No I don't. 

[yoonji-and-minnie]

Roses and Hydrangeas

This is my first work ahhhh—

Summary: You co-own a flower shop with Min Yoongi your childhood bff. His little brother comes to help out with the shop while he’s gone.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, a little angst, Friends to lovers, You own a flower shop, Alternative universe, Jungkook is a college student. Pairing - Dom!Reader x Sub!Jeon Jungkook

Characters : Florist!Reader, Florist!Min Yoongi, Student!Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon.

Chapter 1 | 1 | 2 | 3 |

Date Posted : 01/07/19

Chapter 1: More Than Just A Cute Face

Part 1

The flower shop was tranquil as always and the early rays of dawn felt warm on your skin. Even the scent of rain and the humid air sticking to your skin was pleasing.

But before you get a chance to open the door you notice a little pink envelope sealed with a heart sticker. It’s yet another mysterious love letter. You look around futilely, hoping to catch a glance of a lurking stranger, a car, or something to give you a clue on who it’s from.

There's no one in sight. You feel ridiculous. They're not just gonna pop out of nowhere at six in the morning claiming to the love of your life. Right?

You take a closer look at the item. It’s sealed loosely to the window with tape, just enough for it to stay in place. Cautiously you take the envelope off the window pane and hold in gently in your hands. You begin to thoroughly scrutinize the object, there is no name or address; just one singular sticker sealing it together. You hold in your greed just enough to stuff the precious letter in your pocket to open up the store.

Inside you are greeted with the dewy and fresh smell of delphiniums, myrtle, and hydrangeas that were delivered a couple of days ago. The sweet smell is comforting and it causes you to nearly forget about the task at hand. Although a flicker of doubt crosses your mind. What if it was a big mistake? Opening this would be a huge breach of privacy. No, if that was the case they should have been more careful. It’s your shop after all so why can’t you open a letter stuck to your window?

You set your bag on a nearby chair and grab a small flower cutting knife to rip open the envelope—it's not very professional, but in the end, you can’t help it, it’s all too exciting.

Dear Petal,

I really think you are amazing. I can't get you off of my mind. Please use my gift to make the flowers bloom even more beautifully than before.

Sincerely ❤

You’re giggling in spite of yourself as you admire the adorable paper and handwriting. You wonder if this could have been written by a cute girl.

With your heart fluttering, you start to wonder who keeps sending you these. It’s normal for you to send love letters to people but it's rare for anyone else to return the sentiment. A few moments pass by as you admire the contents of the envelope. A sudden jingle of the doorbell and clothes ruffling knocks you back into your senses, it’s your coworker Yoongi. You quickly push the letter into the envelope and shove it in your back pocket. However, the movement doesn’t go unnoticed as he raises an eyebrow at you before heading to the back of the shop to put his things away. A tint of blush rises to your cheeks as you wave at him. He had always been more of the quiet sort, it made him way too sharp, and always observant.

You figure it’ll save you less trouble just to fess up and tell him about it later.

Regardless you have work to do, and the shop isn’t going to run itself. You’ve got to rearrange the shop for your new concept “ Rain and Romance”. The roses and hydrangeas have been soaking all day and now you have to finish rearranging the display window to fit the new theme.

You go to the back of the store to your workbench. Yoongi is already there putting on an apron. You walk behind him, slip on an apron, grab a knife, and start cutting small asymmetrical ends on the stems of the roses. Between the sounds of trimming, there is a familiar sigh and groan. You knew this was coming. ”Ah—Y/N. Are you gonna tell me what you were hiding earlier?” Direct as always. “It’s nothing, really. I got a love letter.” his expression says it all, his eyes are wide, and blinking just like a cat.

“Who’s dumb enough to do that? You sure it’s yours?” You grit your teeth as you feel a flush come to your cheeks again. “I don’t know there is no name on it. Besides, I think it’s kind of sweet…” His face contorts with worry at this point. “Sweet? Y/N you’re not in high school anymore. What if it from some weird stalker or something?” Yoongi adds on and you just shake your head.

”I’m not an idiot Yoongi, it's only a letter I’m not meeting them or anything.” even so, you know he can’t help but worry about you. You’ve known each other since middle school.

”Good.” he sighs before returning to his cutting. "Speaking of meeting, don't bother to go get those flowers today. My stepbrother is picking those up. I'm paying him to help us with the shop while I’m gone.”

You set your freshly cut flowers into a vase and look up at him curiously.

“Already? But I thought you were leaving next week?”

Yoongi takes a rag off the counter and begins to dust off the table of stem trimmings and debris before continuing.

“I know, but it’s a family emergency. I gotta leave right away. My aunt is really sick.”

He says it plainly. He’s got a bad habit of holding in his feelings, even when you both were little kids. You wouldn’t find out he was having a hard time until you asked or he broke down in tears. “Yoon are you sure you’re alright? “ you say calmly while rubbing his back. “Yeah, I’m fine Y/N.” But you can tell there is hint of worry in his voice. His aunt has been fighting off a bad case of phenomena for a few weeks now. You start to wish you could come with him to support her too, but you have the shop to look after all.

You hope she's okay.

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