#whew that took too long

[glaciiermonarch-archive]

❀ *◦ sen mitsuji. nonbinary. he/she/they. demiromantic homosexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that takaharu mochizuki? i think that the thirty-three-year-old from adelaide, south australia, works as drummer in vain rogues & the ghost orchestra, dj at the boom boom room, music producer & engineer, and model; but outside of that people describe them as perpetual busyness to prevent the chance of a thought or emotion occurring; a pristine but empty-feeling mansion with too many rooms; perfectly pouty lips pulling up in a smirk over a private joke; and a baby blue drum kit with every possible bell and whistle on the market. i hear they are moody and distant, but they are also known to be cerebral and generous. consider giving them a visit at their home in winterwood estates and get to know why they’re called the ice queen.

➙ this character uses he/him, they/them, AND she/her pronouns freely! the writer will be using ALL of them, sometimes within the same paragraph, so please extend the same courtesy! ➙ taka is attracted to men and masc-presenting enbies and just calls themself gay!

full name: takaharu mochizuki ➙ this is in "western" order since taka grew up in english-speaking countries ➙ kanji: 望月 貴陽 (Mochizuki Takaharu)  望 (mochi) meaning "wish, desire" and 月 (tsuki) meaning "moon;” together meaning “full moon” 貴 (taka) meaning “precious” and 陽 (haru) meaning “sun”

nicknames: taka, taki, tako, haru, mochi-san, tsuki-san

dob: 17 august 1989

place of birth: adelaide, south australia, australia

languages: japanese (native); australian english (native); korean (advanced); german (advanced); arabic (advanced); hindi (strong); mandarin (strong); okinawan (some)

education: bachelor’s degree in philosophy and asian & middle eastern studies, duke university

strengths: educated; cerebral; generous; loyal; resolute; shrewd; creative; captivating; wise; patient

weaknesses: cold; moody; gloomy; judgmental; harsh; disconnected; distant; crass

hobbies: playing drums, guitar, piano, and clarinet; surfing; skateboarding; playing video games; smoking weed; napping; reading

likes: warm weather & beaches; fashion;

dislikes: messy people; uncreative people; children (friends' kids are an exception)

disabilities & health: major depression; chronic back and knee pain

even the silverest of spoons being in your mouth when you're born doesn't shield you from the unhappiness of life, but it does slap a bandage over a festering wound so you can ignore it a while longer. kenta mochizuki, a dermatologist originally from japan. beth mcnulty, general legal counsel for one of the biggest energy companies in all of australia. married a little later than either of their families would have liked, but in their defense, they were both busy being successful. and they barely slowed down long enough to have their only child, takaharu.

though of an ornery countenance since birth, taka was always still popular and favored because he was pretty and rich. clarinet lessons, piano lessons, drum lessons, surfing lessons, she was set up for success from the very beginning. her childhood memories are mostly accompanied by nannies and tutors, though her father, an earnest and excitable man, always made an effort to be present in his child's life, eager to see her succeed.

there was always a distance between taka and their mother, though; taka knows now that beth never wanted to be a parent. this attitude became clearly evident when she didn't show up to taka's tenth birthday dinner. it was soon revealed that she'd forgotten, and more of the truth came tumbling out: she shirked her parental duties for an affair. and this apparently had been going on for quite some time, seeing other men that weren't her heartbreakingly devoted husband.

a divorce ensued, and taka sided with his kind, loving father, who had also always made an effort to keep japanese culture alive in the home. when taka was barely into her teens, her father sat her down to tell her about a woman he'd met online, one he'd fallen in love with. the catch was that she lived in malibu. taka was given the choice to live with her mother or move to the united states with her father. she easily chose the latter.

lashonda rhimes, successful anesthesiologist to the stars, and kenta's second wife. she was a few years younger, though not egregiously so, but still childless. and she treated taka like her own child, which might have been externally brushed off by the surly teenager, but taka came to appreciate it. he was popular in his new home, with his accent and his money and his looks. being so intelligent, the transition to a new continent wasn't difficult at all, and he finished high school near the top of his class.

he didn't really have a plan for his life, and all his parents really wanted out of him was just for him to go to college. an acceptance to duke university was sweetened by some scholarships, and whatever those didn't cover was easily made up for by the wads of cash his family had. taka had started smoking weed not long after landing in the US, but she branched out into new drugs while in durham, north carolina, for college.

acid trips were unpleasant every time she tried dropping; and she didn't like injecting anything to leave marks behind on her pretty body. but she soon found a bad habit in cocaine. she would sniff a few lines, party for several hours, go home and do homework, go to class, and go to modeling shoots, and do it all over again. somehow, using sheer ambition probably, she finished college within 4 years, even with a double major and a couple semesters spent studying abroad.

bouncing around the US for a year or so; living with his aunt in japan for a couple years; and then landing in anchorage for the next adventure around 2016, taka made fast friends with cyrek. the band was mostly cyrek's idea but taka was easily convinced to join, needing a creative outlet. the proximity during the project brought them closer together, but they were both also still harboring some pretty nasty drug addictions at the same time, and were not helping each other in the slightest.

...until they did help each other. cyrek was convinced into rehab for his heroin addiction, and the experience forced taka to think about her own life and health. they practically entered the rehab facility at the exact same time, and were probably the greatest support to one another during that time, further cementing their deep friendship. holding each other's hand while traversing the wilderness of recovery completely bonded them.

these days, taka keep busy in any way she knows how: too long with her own thoughts can be dangerous and make her itch to return to her cocaine habit. but they've done a good job of staying clean. vain rogues is a passion project, mostly. taka doesn't need to work for money—his mother sends him gobs of money to curry his favor, and his father and stepmother have nobody else to spoil—but he does work to stay busy, spinning tunes at the boom boom room; modeling for small indie publications and brands; and gaining some traction as a music producer.

with more money than one person should ever need, taka gives a lot of it away. there are a few charities she routinely makes generous donations to; but she also likes to take care of her friends. the band is like her family, and anyone else close enough to her can be considered as much too; so she'll buy the band whatever equipment they want, buy their groceries, offer to pay rent or even let them stay in her house, offer to pay their medical bills... seriously, what is one lonely person gonna do with all those digits in their bank account? besides, spending money is the only way she knows how to show love.

#whew that took too long #anchorintro

[pileofsith]

Nameless Part Twelve - Apostate Page 2/10 I'm sorry, the only way to visually show Barriss successfully making an ideological transmission towards the future Grand Inquisitor was to make them gaze at each other like two sad wet seals. Text is taken from the TCW episode, ‘The Wrong Jedi’. The comic is also available here on AO3.

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[derpinette]

when i exchange a message whether i receive or send one i have to immediately shut off my device & walk some laps for a few minutes to shake off the adrenaline rush

#i try to forget that ever happened so i can relax because otherwise i get heart palpitations & headrush my uterus drops ETC #so i have to stay off of whatever site i just used for like an hour but now i have messages sent+received on every app #i can only escape to yourube & it sucks #also even anonymously i exit out of the thread/tab & ignore that tab for as long as it takes me to forget #& then i check back on the replies hours later or days even despite not ever posting bait i just get nervous #( but not always... خلّي أيامك أحلى ) #currently hamster walking everywhere in my house & it took me a day to reply back ( was too busy agonizing ) #could have been a month like last time. or year like the other two times before. IDK why i even bothered #WHEW #that one screencap i already posted before with the courage the cowardly dog picrel Shockingly not posted by me #but i might as well have i do the exact same thing & when people are nice to me i ride that high for a week if not more #the high i got from crushing it at scribbl with randoms in 2020 i rode for like two years & then the *** livestream in 2022 #i am still riding today & ALWAYS WILL best days of my internet life for Serious look forwards to it annually cured me completely #from suicidal ideation. THANK YOU WOMEN. ^_^

[jimmyclueless]

iamvery much late again but it looks pretty neat i thiunk so worth it</3

#zedaph #hermitaday #artnios #OK WHEW i got distracted and took way too long to start on lining </333 any ways tgere is a cool effect i made w/ smudge and blur brushesya #aalso still not great w image descriptions so if anyone has any comments on what to adjust would appreciate mwah mwah #oh wait asec isnt there like a thing abt timing posts . eh whatever . might try it for anythin fancy i do but not worried abt it rn #mm hopefully 2morrow i . take the time to finish something since itll be weekend</333

[chelshiart]

Part 1 of 2: Team Preservation!

(Click here for Team Peri!)

I've this thing for using references while drawing, so drew a line-up of the characters before anything else! Tried to design as faithful to the books as possible - save for Thiago, as I wanted it easy to visually distinguish his place in the Mensah clan.

#the murderbot diaries #tmbd #presaux #secunit #amena #mensah #ratthi #overse #arada #gurathin #bharadwaj #pin lee #volescu #thiago #character design #story artist #fanart #martha wells #this took way too long to finish whew #i'll post team peri tomorrow!! gonna space these out because they're like a million characters #just kidding they're twenty #which is still a lot afsdhfjkshdf #its ok i do this out of love

[deadn30n]

please,        i   begged   him.   𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦   𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵   𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦   𝘮𝘦   𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.   my   mind   simply   can't   take   it   anymore.   let   me   stay   as   𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.   i   don't   like   the   𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯   𝘪   𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦   when   you   delete   my   pre-existing   data.

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#pinned post.* #whew this took a minute but i'm real proud of it #i didn't want anything *too long* so here we are #don't reblog pls ♥ #also using the horror motifs on eden? more likely than you think

[snowangeldotmp3]

since you requested ronance asks: robin confronts nancy about why she throws herself headfirst into danger without thinking to save other people. they argue about it. nancy finally admits that it's because she can't lose anyone else to this shit. they collapse in each other's arms and just hold each other. they're both traumatized. but they're together in this. it's a moment of clarity for both of them.

first off, obsessed with the halloween themed username. werewolf robin stans RISE.

second. i had to open up a word doc to write some of this down, bc i'd imagine it goes like this:

“are you out of your mind?” she spits at robin, who’s equally as furious. they've just come back from another demogorgon hunt. robin opens her mouth to fire back, but nancy beats her to it. 

“you could’ve been killed!”

“yeah, but i wasn’t! so it’s no big deal.” 

nancy spins on her heel. “it is! it is a big deal. “

“how, nancy? how is it such a big deal that i saved you?”

“because that’s not your job,” nancy hisses, dangerously close to robin’s face, “it’s mine.”

robin stops, anger melting away at the admission. nancy seethes, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching.

“nance…” she reaches out, hand hovering on nancy’s shaking form. nancy shrugs her hand off, refusing to look up at robin.

she knows nancy. knows she doesn’t like being vulnerable, knows she doesn’t like feeling weak. nancy’s not weak, that’s for damn sure. but no matter how many times robin’s tried to explain to her than emotion does not equal weakness, nancy’s still always incredibly hesitant to open up.

robin doesn’t blame her. she’s met ted wheeler.

this feels different though, different from their emotional late night talks. this feels heavier. robin can feel it. the weight of it hangs in the air in-between them.

nancy looks back up at robin, tears threatening to spill, bottom lip downturned, quivering. “i can’t,” she chokes out, “i can’t lose you. i can’t. i’m supposed to protect everyone and i can’t do that if you’re out here running around like a self-sacrificial idiot. i can handle myself.”

robin’s heart shatters. nancy thinks she has to handle things by herself. robin wants to let her know that she doesn’t have to. nancy sniffles, returning her gaze to the ground.

“nance, i used myself as a distraction because it was heading straight for you.”

“yeah, and you shouldn’t have done—“

“let me finish,” robin inhales deeply, steadying herself before she loses her confidence, “nance, you can’t protect anyone if you’re dead.”

robin must strike a nerve, because nancy breaks. she sobs, robin wraps herself around nancy in a bone crushing hug. nancy sobs and sobs and sobs. robin knows at one point she’s crying too. she doesn’t have the words for this, not yet anyway. she hopes nancy can pick up everything she can’t say. i’m sorry. i’m here for you. don’t leave me. i love you, i love you, i love you.

they stay like that, holding onto one another. anchoring them to each other. robins not sure for how long. they sway in the kitchen, just the tiniest bit. robin, in a moment of bravery and love, plants the softest kiss to brunette curls.

“you’re not gonna lose me, nancy wheeler.” it’s a promise. a threat to all the shit they’ve seen, everything that they still have to see.

“you’re not gonna lose me either, robin buckley.” nancy mumbles into the shoulder of robins sweater.

robin smiles softly. nancy means it. they’re stuck with each other now.

robin finds that she can live with that.

#got mail! 📩 #werewolflesbianrobin #WHEW that was a doozy. sorry it took so long. i kept getting distracted. #gonna be honest. i misread the ask at first. so thats why nancy blows up at robin 😅 #anyways. hope u enjoy!! #stranger things #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler #i might post this little guy to ao3 too tbh

[sayonarawildhearts]

OUTER WILDS CONCEPT ART COMPILATION

HEARTHIANS

Protagonist/Hatchling/Player

Erin Loelius - Concept Artist - Main Character Designs (suit)

Yoon - Concept Artist - Concept Art (riebeck + hatchling suits)

Sebastian Kings - Concept Artist - Supporting Characters (hearthian villagers + mica + player without spacesuit)

Travelers

Sebastian Kings - Concept Artist - Main Characters (chert + feldspar + gabbro suits)

Yoon - Concept Artist - Concept Art (riebeck + hatchling suits)

Alena Leontyeva - 3D Modeling Artist - Outer Wilds Characters (chert + feldspar models)

Fig Campaign - Who's That Hearthian? (12/2017 early hearthian models and mapping textures in-game)

Villagers

Erin Loelius - Concept Artist - NPC Designs (villagers)

Mia Bai - Concept Artist - Character Concept (hearthian villagers, such as porphy, hornfels, esker, galena + outer wilds ventures vest + nomai)

Sebastian Kings - Concept Artist - Supporting Characters (hearthian villagers + mica + player without spacesuit)

Mobius Digital - Studio - The Creepy Hearthians (1/2016 early alpha builds of the hearthians standing around)

Mobius Digital - Studio - April Playtests, April Concept Art (4/2016 playtesting notes, nomai tech notes, anglerfish sneak peek, hearthian villager concept art)

HEARTHIAN ARCHITECTURE

Walking Jay Art - Concept Artist - Concept Art (village home designs + nomai technology + timber hearth trees)

Leo Ogawa Lillrank - Concept Artist - Outer Wilds Environment Work (timber hearth outdoors + hearthian village house)

Sebastian Kings - Concept Artist - Environments (tutorial mining rig + observatory telescope)

Alena Leontyeva - 3D Modeling Artist - Hearthian Village (hearthian cabins in the village + player tools such as translator, signalscope, radio, little scout + props)

HEARTHIAN PROPS

Ship

Saiful Haque - Concept Artist - Outer Wilds (vehicle design + interior)

Dong Kyuni - Concept Artist - Hearthian Ship

Tools

Alena Leontyeva - 3D Modeling Artist - Hearthian Village (hearthian cabins in the village + player tools such as translator, signalscope, radio, little scout + props)

Misc

Sebastian Kings - Concept Artist - Props (model rocket + marshmallow stick + mission patch + hearthian villager props + observatory group photo)

NOMAI

Erin Loelius - Concept Artist - Numai (Nomai) Designs (suits)

Mia Bai - Concept Artist - Character Concept (hearthian villagers, such as porphy, hornfels, esker, galena + outer wilds ventures vest + nomai)

Fig Campaign - Introducing the Nomai (12/2015 early alpha development for the nomai)

NOMAIAN ARCHITECTURE

go look at the shit ian jacobson did in the misc category, there's some stuff with nomai shit there. like a lot.

NOMAIAN PROPS

Walking Jay Art - Concept Artist - Concept Art (village home designs + nomai technology + timber hearth trees)

CELESTIAL BODIES

Lara Colson - 3D Artist - Environments of Outer Wilds (theres too much shit for me to copy/paste it a million times. timber hearth + giant's deep + brittle hollow + dark bramble + ember twin)

Hourglass Twins

Saiful Haque - Concept Artist - Tower Twin (Ash Twin)

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Hourglass Twins : Caves + Rock Placement (+ trees + plants + cacti)

Timber Hearth

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Timber Hearth : Caves + Everest Geyser

Walking Jay Art - Concept Artist - Concept Art (village home designs + nomai technology + timber hearth trees)

Fig Update - Early Timber Hearth (12/2015 redesigning home planet)

Brittle Hollow

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Brittle Hollow and Hollow's Lantern (and White Hole Station) (+ trees + plants)

Giant's Deep

literally nothing just for giants deep lol it's scattered in other early concept art and compilations. sorry boss

Dark Bramble

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Dark Bramble

The Interloper

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - The Interloper (+ ghost matter crystals)

Quantum Moon

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Quantum Moon (+ quantum rocks)

Eye of the Universe

Eilish Labrechtsen - Environment Artist - Eye of the Universe

[POST CONTINUED IN NEXT REBLOG]

#eff #outer wilds #echoes of the eye #concept art #outer wilds spoilers #eote spoilers #echoes of the eye spoilers #spoilers #whew! now that that's all out of the way. hi. it was a nightmare trying to reformat this to fit tumblr #i've dumped this link compilation into a handful of outer wilds / zine servers im in but i figured it would be nice to put on tumblr too <3 #txt #link #long post #like a really really long post #i hope this helps! i personally found it very useful for not only my own outer wilds fanwork but also just finding inspiration in general. #game dev is so so cool to me and the journey this one took is incredible

[xx-spookyb-xx]

The second I saw her I knew it was over.

Her:

They didn’t give her anything too intricate to do and how she gets involved is contrived af, but she was a baddie the whole time no questions about it.

#kayla watts #jurrasic world dominion #im just 🥰🥰🥰 #whew 🥵🥵🥵 #ate and left no crumbs #alright I’m done #there was some good horror scenes too don’t get me wrong #but that’s only two highlights from a 2hr long movie so… #I was instantly inspired and in love (took out my phone to start writing immediately) #my bad y’all I think she’s been confirmed as bi #I’ll take an action star bisexual #dewanda wise #my post

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

...I really need a good flying-type, do I...?

Don't ask how much time I spent trying to make Kahili work before I said "screw it" and used SS Steven. The regret that I feel for not getting SS Ethan is immense. Sidney might have Sentry Entryx2 or something...I dunno. Maybe I should get Anni Steven... *proceeds to throw gems to Champion Calem's banner because I love the boy*

Until I get a SS Morty/SS Kris/Ingo-like Hail setter, I will be running Freeze DPS build with Winter Leon, which...now that I think about it, doesn't synergize well with SS N as the latter applied paralysis. This is just me insisting to use SS N because I love him and Winter Leon because he's finally 3/5 and ready to rock. SS N by himself can handle this stage, but I want to use both of them because SS N enabled dual strike with ease. SS Morty got rid of weather and buffed speed for Leon.

Now, for Phoebe's stage, I realized that Caitlin needed to spam her defensive buffs as soon as possible, which might cause gauge issues because Sidney is slow and Summer N consumed high gauge. That's when I used Sidney's Critical Charge 9 build as suggested by Zinfogel. Critical Charge 9 enabled Sidney to restore gauges every time he did critical hits, in exchange of some significant power loss of his nuke. This stage has Sentry Entry x2 anyway, and Summer N's consistent hits are more prioritized, so losing some nuking power for gauge battery is okay. That said, Sidney still dealt 21k nuke second sync so...that's not bad. Definitely lower than usual but still great.

I just realized that as soon as her multipliers are fulfilled, SC Diantha could one-shot +2 defense Glacia. No, not really, SC Diantha was only at +5 speed, and I believe +5 Sp. Def as well? Either way, SC Diantha could handle half sync countdown stage just fine. The rest of the match where the sides somehow managed to freeze SC Diantha two times in a row is best not spoken. What the hell is with my luck today?

And, Wallace. Finally, I can rest a bit. Wallace was being annoying by spamming buffs but that's because of the parameter I chose to make my life harder. Pretty smooth fight even though Mesprit had to go down because of Poison.

#personal #pokemon masters #long post #whew this took way too long #unnecessarily long time in fact #i thought i've got all types covered but i have not

[viaetor]

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜ ( thank you for liking the inbox call <3 )

ㅤㅤ“i know—i know.”

ㅤㅤhe knew that. or rather, he should’ve known that for a while by now. teyvat was not the first world he visited, those were not the first tragedies he had experienced and that was not the first time he experienced dismay. cruelty and injustice were meant to be a counterweight to all the good in the universe, as in to keep its perfect entropy in balance—the most humble academics and wise poets made peace with such a harsh truth. so it was expected that he, an otherworldly traveller, explorer of the abyss and soldier of the stars, understood such facts by now. but each time he remembered caribert’s screeches, the agony of his voice and the terror that sprawled through his body, consuming him entirely… it made his stomach flip and sink, lower and lower, to the point it was almost touching the floor under his feet.

ㅤㅤstaring at his sparkling berry juice, he felt queasy, as if the vermilion of the drink was not thanks to the sylvan fruits of the high fields of mondstadt, but to the flesh and bones that he saw a few days ago. ghoulish parts used as ingredients to a cure. how ironic was that? turning his cheek the other way, fingertips lightly pushed his glass to the side, no longer thirsty for any beverage charles could have to offer.

ㅤㅤthe idea of talking to kaeya about what happened with the “loom of fate” came naturally—the traveller thought that, if anyone could offer him a different perspective, it would be him, the descendant of such history. eide, caribert, alberich… his sister. everything the cavalry captain told him during their conversation was logical, reassuring through its connection to reality. aether couldn’t be everywhere at the same time, nor play the undefeatable hero of every person in need. but if he had awakened sooner… things could’ve been different. he and lumine could have fixed it—whatever it was. so perhaps he came to angel’s share and offered to buy them a round of drinks as they talked over everything, anything and nothing at the same time simply because he felt like he owed that much to kaeya. to his family, to his lineage. as if aether was responsible somehow.

ㅤㅤ“but i can’t blame her for trying”, he added, tightly squeezing his fists on the table. “i’d have done the same. wouldn’t you?”

#frozenambiguity #genshin impact spoilers #blood / #gore / #just in case !! theyre just a few mentions #❛ㅤ𓆩✦𓆪ㅤ:ㅤver i﹔ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤof teyvat and lost wings. #WHEW #HELLO CLÁUDIA im sorry this took so long..... #i wanted to connect this to the latest archon quest too #i hope u dont mind !!

[ikusayu-no-hana]

Who is your favorite Kasen artist, or just tkrb in general. Any recs?

of course it's homerun ken

#1 is obv promineco (knsd-centric, draws insane surrealist contexts + psychologically thrilling manga, scratches my izukase itch. a fanartist after my own heart). then there's ichiya (knsd/izukase + myu. very cute comic plots), midorimen (rlly good hosokawagumi + sanadagumi + kobizen. pixiv), CUBE (some of the best blushing kasens ever. has tousani), ponzu (kasen and osayo fluff <3), en (mainly kasen + aoe. i'd die for that painting style)

and some others: TKC (recurring tosa-gumi, rlly cool illustrations and even cooler animatics!!!), raden (their illustrations w all the swords gathered !!!!), yuuki (swords-hugging-konnosuke series. random sword thirst traps. hasebe suffering ig), tancho (kunihiro kyoudai + kanesada-ha fluff), datou (odagumi + morigumi + kurodagumi. fudou is slowly climbing in my sword rankings)

#linked their twts instead of pixivs bc they rt really cool fanarts too ^^ #anon #✉️ #took me an hour to narrow it down and yet it still turned out too long. i think. #helped me sort out my following list too whew #id also recommend tessen but lately i think theyve been into en.stars a lot so all their kasen stuff is wayyyyy deep down on their twt acc #that one comic where the citadel gets an okki kasen and its all fun and games until he starts feeling lonely bc he's so gigantic #so he leaves and then sayo and izumi head off following his footprints #and it suddenly starts raining and they look up and its kasen crying........... #it had a happy ending tho <33333 #ok anyway late answer but yeah. a girl's parasocial relationship w fanartists can be so personal.

[suckerforv]

My Little Fairy (KSJ x Female Reader)

genre: angst, tiny bit of crack ig, fluff, smut, fairy au

warnings: explicit smut, mentions of family abuse and shunning, mc's mom is a bitch, toot-rotting fluff, jin calls reader "slut" one time, general swearing, fluffy nicknames like "sweetheart, dear, darling, etc" BASICALLY JIN IS WHIPPED

word count: 2.5k (Might be my longest fic yet!)

author's note: i hope you all like this! i havent written a long long fic like this in a long long long LONG time so i hope i haven't lost my touch :D asks are open! i will be opening requests real soon, but i will see. i have COVID right now, so i took this time to finish writing this fic that i started over christmas break. Enjoy!

Chirp, chirp! The sound of your friendly spirit bird filled the room, and you fluttered your eyes open sleepily. You glanced down at your wings- well, where they would have been. Now only bare skin greeted your eyes. You see, you were a fairy. When your people reached puberty, they would grow magnificent wings and fly away to find their future mate, their fated one. However, fate seemed to have different plans for you. Yours never grew. You sighed sadly, folding your blankets and placing them at the foot of your bed. Your hand hesitated as it reached out to the door, then opened it slowly. 

   The empty room seems to mockingly remind you that your family and friends are gone. Having no wings meant having no mate, no grandchildren. For that, your family and friends shunned you. The rest of your generation had already taken flight and chosen their mates, while you were left on the ground, with no one to share your heart. Nevertheless, you went about your day, preparing breakfast and whatnot. Around noon, you decided to go explore the woods, to see if there were any mushrooms you could find to bring back for the stew you were planning to make for dinner. Skipping down the steps of your little cottage, you headed out to the woods, humming happily. Sure, it was hard living alone, but you had your spirit bird and the woods all to yourself. 

   “Ooh, these oyster mushrooms look ready to pick!” you chirped excitedly, plucking the fungi off the base of the tree. Suddenly, you heard a rustle in the bushes near you. Frightened, you grabbed a stick near you and pointed it at the bush with shaky hands. “Come out, whatever you are!” you shouted, your voice wavering. 

   The bushes rustled even more, your senses heightening. A very handsome, tall man stepped out and grinned at you. “Hi!” 

  You shuddered out a shaky breath. “Who are you? Are you following me? What’s your name, and why are you here?” you demanded, poking the stick in his chest as you stalked towards him. 

     “Whoa, calm down, little one,” he chuckled, pushing the stick away and putting his hands up. “My name is Kim Seokjin, and no, I was not following you. I was out here collecting mushrooms just like you, actually.” At this, your eyes lit up and he laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Would you like to see, little dove?” 

    You faltered, glancing down at your wingless back. “I don’t think you should be talking to me,” you turned away. 

Seokjin cocked his head. “Why?” 

“Why? WHY?! Because I don’t have wings!” you blurted out, your face red. “I’m alone here in these woods because my family and friends shunned me. Why are you talking to me, anyways? Are you talking to me out of pity or…” You sniffled, tears trailing down your cheeks. You closed your eyes, wishing for this stranger to go away. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone, for fucks sake?! 

   You felt a thumb wipe away your tears gently and you opened your eyes to see Jin still there. He had a gentle, soft look in his eyes and he turned his back to you. 

  You gasped, eyes widening as you took his back. One wing dangled from his back, and next to it, a scar ran down his back, dark and red. “What happened?” you whispered, looking up at him in sadness and wonder. 

   “I was in battle,” Jin confessed. “I was injured when an arrow hit my back,” he looked at you with sadness, yet there seems to be some understanding behind them. “I have been living alone too. So I understand you, little dove. I have not yet found myself a fated one, my mate. But as soon as I saw you, I felt as if the Moon Luna had made us for each other.” His hand cupped your cheek tenderly, his amber eyes looking into yours with adoration and love. “Will you accept me, y/n, as your fated one?” 

  Your lip trembled. “Is this true?” Your fated one smiled lovingly at you and you burst into tears again. “Yes! A thousand times yes!”

  As you spent more and more time with Seokjin, you learned that he is more than just a mushroom lover. He loved to cook, (which didn’t come as a surprise to you) sing, and build cute little things! He built you a little bed stand, insisting that he had seen how little furniture you had and wanted to provide you with some, seeing that you two were together now. You developed your own daily routine, preparing coffee for the both of you while Seokjin continued on a project he had started on the day before. 

    “Good morning, my love,” Seokjin sang, coming up behind you to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m almost done with the porch swing,” he pondered, grabbing his cup of coffee. “After I’m done with that, I’ll make a few more pieces of furniture and once that’s done, I will continue making wood pieces to sell at the market.” 

  You hummed in response, grabbing the frying pan off the shelf. “Do you want to go to the market today? We need some more flour, salt, and coffee, since we have two of us now,” you chuckled, leaning into his embrace as he tucked his face into the crook of your shoulder. 

   “Yeah,” his voice was muffled as he snuggled into you. “But first, I want cuddles.” 

Chuckling, you set your mug of coffee down and turned around. “All right, let’s head to the couch, hm?” 

   You two flopped down onto the couch. Running his fingers through your hair as you lay on his chest, Jin lulled you to sleep. 

   “My love, it’s time to go to the market,” a raspy voice cooed in your ear. “We’ve slept for almost six hours, and it’s going to be dark soon.”

Groaning, you gazed sleepily into the eyes of your lover. “M’okay. Let me get ready,” you grunted, pulling yourself off of the couch and stumbling into your room. You picked out a simple outfit that consists of jeans and a comfy white off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. You and Jin walked hand in hand to the market, chattering happily along the way. 

   “Okay, so let’s get some flour,” you murmured, grabbing your basket and heading off to the stand where you usually got your flour. Jin followed, looking around in wonder at the small market. Dusk was approaching, so the market was filled with fairy lights and Jin sniffed the air. His stomach grumbled, and you laughed softly, turning at the sound. His face grew red as you tugged him towards a food stand. 

  “You should try the deep fried mushrooms here!” you said excitedly, paying the vendor and passing him a plate of the delicacies. “The long stringy white ones taste like potato chips!” 

   As you both chatted and ate, your stomach dropped all of a sudden. It must’ve shown on your face, because Jin immediately noticed. 

  “Little fairest of them all, what’s wrong?” he questioned, looking over to where you were glancing, but all he could see were people laughing and vendors preparing their goods. 

“My family is here,” you whispered, fear reflecting in your eyes. “What are they doing here, I can’t let them see me-” 

“Well, well, look who we have here,” your mother sang, strolling up to you. “Fancy seeing you here, HA!” 

   “Hello, mother,” you mumbled, picking at your food. “What do you want?” 

“Is it too much to just say hi to my daughter?” she pouted, looking at you endearingly, lower lip jutting out. “My, my, you’ve been feeding yourself well!” She laughed, looking you up and down, but you could clearly see right through her façade. It was all fake. 

  An arm wrapped around your waist, and you looked up to see Seokjin towering over you and your mother, who raised an eyebrow at this new stranger. “Who is this, love?” he questioned even though he already knows the answer.  

  “This is my mom,” you mumbled, looking down. “Mom, this is Seokjin.” 

“Hm,” your mother hummed, scanning him up and down. “Do you have wings?” 

“I do,” he replied, then paused. “Only one though.” 

Your mother recoiled as if something had burned her. “Why only one? Did fate hate you like it did y/n?” She laughed cruelly as the rest of your family laughed at you. Your heart burned with indignation and shame, but Jin squeezed your hand in reassurance. 

Jin looked straight at her and spoke. “No. I was in battle, and an arrow pierced one of my wings. It dropped off not long after, so I have been living with one wing. I must say, your daughter is very lovely.” 

  “Yes, well,” your mother sighed as she dropped into a chair next to you. “It would be better if she had wings. Pity that she is still alone. Then again, I can understand ” 

   “I think I’ve had quite enough of your rudeness with my mate,” Jin snapped. “I love her no matter what, it doesn’t matter to me if she has wings or not. In fact, I’d rather have a mate that has no wings at all, if all fairies who have wings are just like you.” With that, he pulled you away from your mom, who was left gaping and sputtering like a fish out of water. 

    The two of you walked back to the house, shopping long forgotten. Silence reigned in the air, until you felt the need to break it. 

“You didn’t really have to do that,” you softly spoke, making Jin stop and look at you. “I’m… used to it.” 

 ��Well, you shouldn’t be,” he huffed, frowning. “I hate society sometimes.” 

“Me too,” you agreed quietly, scuffing your sandal into the ground. “I love you,” you admitted, Jin taken aback by your sudden confession. “Nobody has ever shown me love before, I was always looked down upon because of my lack of wings. I was constantly bullied by both friends and family, and I guess being insecure of how I looked definitely did not help either. When you came into my life, you made me feel loved. You made me realize that love is alive.” 

   “I love you too, little dove,” he smiled. “I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” 

“Can I kiss you?” you asked shyly. “I-it’s okay if you don’t want to, I was just-” 

You were cut off as he pressed his lips against yours. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. You melted into the kiss, a soft moan leaving your lips as you both kissed passionately. Stumbling along the path to your cottage, you groped for the keys as you and Jin continued to kiss fervidly. You whimpered, your hands gripping his shirt. “Jin, mhh-” 

   “I got you, princess,” he whispered, picking you up in his arms. “Which way is your room?” 

“That way,” you pointed, cheeks aflame when you realized the close proximity you were to Jin. 

He gently placed you on your bed, then crawled on top of you, planting his arms on either side of your body, caging you in. You softly whimpered as he nibbled on your lower lip, a tiny growl escaping from his throat. 

“You look so pretty, my love,” he praised, kissing you softly on your neck and lightly sucking on it. “May I make love to you?” 

   “Yes,” you gasped, your core throbbing. “Please, please…” 

“So pretty, so good for me,” Jin hummed, helping you remove your bra and planting soft kisses along the swell of your breast. “My good girl,” he whispered. “So beautiful for me.” 

   You whined, your pussy starting to leak arousal. “Jin,” you moaned, reaching out for him. 

“I’m here, my love, what is it?” Jin whispered, tenderly tucking away the hair behind your ear. 

“I love you, and I appreciate that you love me, but will you please just fuck me already?” you whined in desperation, making Jin chuckle. 

    “Needy, now, are we?” he teased, nipping at your neck playfully. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll take care of you,” he smirked, lowering himself down to your already soaked panties. Slowly and almost teasingly, he moved your panties aside, taking care to adore every inch of your pretty pink pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he breathed, planting a kiss on your clit, making you jolt. 

   “Fuck, Jin, that felt good, please do it again,” you pleaded, chest heaving up and down. 

“You sound so pretty for me, baby,” he chuckled lowly. “Does my needy little slut like that so much?” 

   At a loss for words, you whimpered and nodded. “F-feels good-fuck, JIN!” Your moans reached a higher pitch as he slipped a finger into you. 

  “Relax, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Jin hummed as he pumped his finger in and out of you at an astonishing pace that had you gripping the sheets. 

   “More,” you pleaded, thrusting your hips to meet his fingers. “Feels so good.” 

“My princess likes that, hm?” Jin hummed, adding another finger. “Gosh, you’re so tight, baby.” 

   “I want you,” you managed to say, his fingers sliding in and out of you pausing. “I want you to fuck me.” 

   “Of course, how would you like to do it?” Jin asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“Um, missionary?” you asked shyly. “I wanna see you..” 

“My baby wanna sees me when I fuck her, hm?” Jin smirked, seeing your face heat up from embarrassment. “Don’t worry, sweets, I wanna see your face when you cum on my cock,” Jin whispered. 

   Moans and sounds of skin slapping filled the room as Jin began to fuck you at an inhumane pace, hitting all your g-spots. 

  “Jin, I-i’m gonna cum soon!” you warned him, your chest falling and rising very heavily. 

“Cum for me, then, darling,” Jin murmured, speeding up. “I want to see you cum for me.” 

That was enough to tip you over the edge, tightening around him and your body shaking. 

When you finally came to, Jin was wiping you clean with a towel and smiling endearingly at you. 

“Ready to take a bath, my love?” he asked, picking you up bridal-style and running a bath for you. 

“Jin?” you spoke up once you two were in the tub with one of your favorite bath bombs. 

“Yes, my love?” he responded, resting his chin on your shoulder and holding your hand. 

“Thank you for showing me what love looks like,” you said softly. 

“Oh, my little fairy,” he breathed, turning you around so he could kiss you. “Thank you for showing me what heaven looks like.”

#finally done #bc whew #that took way too long #to write #than i anticipated #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfction #kim seokjin x y/n

[powerfultenderness]

Bed

Summary: König’s new neighbor finds out how comfortable his bed is. König falls quickly.

Pairing: König/F!Reader (civilian)

Rated: T+

A/N: Just some fluff. 

Word count: 2947

[Neighbor König masterlist]

It was nice to have his own place. Having been in the military most of his life, König was used to base life. The familiarity of it all was a comfort, but there were some, well, comforts that were always missing. Like his bed. The beds on base were little more than stiff uncomfortable cots, a little too small for him, causing his feet to hang off the edge of the bed. But his bed at home? Large and soft and yet firm enough to hold his weight, with ample room for his height. The pillows were like solid clouds. And the vanilla scented candle on his nightstand would fill his room with its delicious aroma and lull him into soft dreams. 

That’s where he was headed now, ready to eat the take out he was carrying, take a nice hot shower and climb into his bed. But as he rounded the stairs to get to his flat, he was met with a slight block on the stairs. A woman was struggling with a box, bracing it against her knee and grunting with every step she tried to take. 

“Excuse me,” he started in German.

You jumped, and let out an undignified squeak, when someone started talking behind you. The surprise made you drop your box, thankfully it was already low to the step and didn’t drop on your foot or anything. Still you were sure you heard something break. “Shit!” 

With a hand over your heart you turned and had to hold back another startled reaction. The man at the foot of the stairs was big, giant even, and was wearing…some sort of…hood? A mask? What the fuck? It took a second for you to realize he was carrying a take out bag, he must be trying to get past you. “S-sorry, you just startled me.” 

He raised his hands, a gesture to show that he meant no harm. “No, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He replied, this time in English. “Do you need some help?” 

You smiled politely at the man, “oh. No thank you! I got it!” You chuckled nervously, still a little out of breath from struggling with the box, while you braced your lower back with one hand. 

He smiled, not that you could see it, and gestured to the stairs. “Ok. After you.” 

Right. Shit, right. You were blocking him, the big guy probably didn’t want to just push past you on the stairs. 

You chuckled nervously again and picked up the box, trying to keep your grunts quiet, and heaved it up one more step. You could feel his eyes on you, another step, two more steps, then the landing. Whew! You gently dropped the box and straightened out your back to look up at the rest of the stairs. 

You sighed, the little flight you just made it up was the easy part, now the long part of the stairs. The faint chuckling you heard from the foot of the stairs didn’t help either.

“Miss, are you sure you don’t need any help?” 

“I mean,” you started with a huff, not out of anger, just an attempt to calm your breathing. “I don’t need help, I can carry it! But, help would be very much appreciated, yes. Thank you.” 

He nodded and smoothly moved up to the landing, keeping his movements deliberate. Something he learned to do long ago around civilians, especially around women that were smaller than him, so he didn’t scare them. You showed signs of being wary of him —a good thing as far as he is concerned, as he is a stranger—and took a step back as he neared you. Since his face is covered, he can’t offer a mollifying smile (though he feels himself doing so anyway), and instead simply nodded at you again before he picked up the box.

He chuckled, watching you struggle with the box had him expecting a heavy thing, but, “this isn’t heavy.”

“What!” You squeaked, hands on your hips, “it’s like, fifty pounds!” 

Even with his face covered (why?), you can tell just by the way his eyes darted over to you that he is smirking. “Where to?”

“Oh, not far. I’m at 203.” 

“Neighbor,” he nodded as he started up the stairs. “I live in 205.” 

You turned to him with a kind smile and introduced yourself, “nice to meet you, neighbor!” 

“König,” he replied, now at the top of the stairs, and shifted the box so he was holding it in one hand. He extended his right hand to you   

“Now you’re just showing off,” you say with an amused smile and shake his hand before leading him to your new flat.

He was surprised when you opened the door without unlocking it first.

“You should lock your door,” he followed you in. 

You rolled your eyes a little with a short laugh and spread your arms out in the literally empty flat. “What, you think someone is going to break in and steal my nothing?”

“No. There are other things to take besides your stuff.” He half muttered as he set the box down by the wall.

“Huh?”

He looked at you, with your head tilted slightly as you questioned him, and understood. You were one of those civilians. Innocent. He can’t bring himself to put a damper on this interaction, in the back of his mind he realizes that now he’ll have to keep an eye and ear out for his new neighbor. 

“Do you need help bringing anything else up?” 

You gave him a strained smile, nervous, if the sound of your voice was anything to go by, and shook your head. “No, no I couldn’t possibly take up more of your time.” 

You reached out and touched his forearm, intending to remind him of his dinner that he was carrying, but only drawing your attention to his muscles. “Oh. Wow.” You mumbled under your breath, before realizing that you’re essentially feeling him up and quickly drew your hand back. 

König blushed at the soft touch, and again at your mumbled admiration. Not for the first time in his life he was thankful for the mask that covered his face. 

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat and focused, “this was the heaviest box! I thought it would be best to start with that one! So I got it, really. Thank you, though.” 

You smiled at him again and König decided then that he liked seeing you smile. “The food can wait. I don’t mind helping.” He offered one more time, that seemed to be the pattern with you.

Honestly, why were you even saying no to this hunk of man? Sure, you couldn’t see his face, but the form fitting long sleeved shirt he wore did little to hide just how fit he was. So you hummed and hedge, “I really don’t want to be an imposition-” 

“You won’t.”

You smiled again, not a kind polite one like before, but bright and happy. He definitely liked your smile. “Well, in that case, König, I’d love your help!” 

His stomach flipped at your words and smile, and he felt himself blushing even harder. He knew why. It wasn’t often that cute civilian women smiled at him like that. It was nice to have the attention of a pretty woman, even if nothing more came of it, as he expected. 

“Let me put this down,” he lifted the bag of food a bit and you nodded, “sure!” 

Out in the hall he paused and waited for you to lock the door. You scoffed playfully and obliged him, “really, someone taking those broken plates off my hands would be a blessing.” 

He smirked but didn’t humor you, he wasn’t going to encourage your carelessness; what if something happened while he wasn’t around? 

With König’s help it didn’t take long to bring up the rest of the boxes. The man doubled up on boxes on both trips while you carried light bags and just opened doors for him. 

As he set the rest of the boxes down in the living room, you were rummaging through one of the bags you carried up, until you pulled out a wallet. “Thank you so much, König, let me pay you for all your help.” 

“No.” He shook his head and raised a hand to refuse your payment, “it was my pleasure.” 

Pleasure? Damn, where was this guy when you were moving out too? 

“König,” you draw out his name in a small pout. “How can I repay you, then?” 

Once again a wave of excitement rushed through him. He couldn’t help the inappropriate thoughts that ran through his mind for a second, that influenced his answer. “Have dinner with me.” 

Normally he wasn’t so forward with women, and never with civilian women. But you were nice, and didn’t seem to be scared of him, and besides, he saw you checking him out at least once! 

You were a little surprised by the request but smiled nonetheless. “Dinner? Sure, when-” 

“Now.”

“Now?” Well now you’re really surprised. “König, are you offering to share your dinner with me?”

He looked around the apartment, the only thing you had were a few boxes, and shrugged. “What else will you eat?” 

Oh. He had a point. You’re sure if you dug around in one of your bags, you could find a forgotten energy bar somewhere, but you didn’t have any real food around. “Well, ok. That’s true. Are you sure I can’t pay you? I feel like the person roping others into helping them move is supposed to pay for dinner.” 

“No.”

You shrugged, “well, alright then. Let’s go. Oh, unless you want to eat here? I can offer premium seating on the floor!” 

He chuckled and moved towards the door, holding it open for you. He once again waited for you to lock the door before leading you to his flat.

205 was a different layout than yours. It was one of the bigger flats with two bedrooms, two baths, a spacious living room and open kitchen. His place was nicely furnished, one of the first things that caught your eye was the big leather sectional in the living room. It was one of those deep couches, which made sense, considering how tall he was. 

The table and chairs that he motioned for you to sit at were also clearly chosen to accommodate his size. You practically had to climb into the chair, and could easily kick your feet while he grabbed the food and some plates.

He had been so efficient in helping you, that even with the short delay, the food was still warm. You thanked him again and started to dig in when he set a plate in front of you. It’s only after your first bite that you noticed he was eating by lifting his mask for every bite. 

Oh. “I’m sorry.” 

He hummed, confused by your sudden apology. “Why?” 

You gestured to your face, “you probably take off your mask when you’re alone in your home.” 

Warmth bloomed in his chest. You were concerned about him? Of course you were, you were nice. A pretty, nice girl who didn’t want to be an imposition on him, who worried about his comfort, who didn’t lock her door. 

He shook his head, “don’t worry about that. It is not a problem.” 

There was something intense about his stare as he answered you, so intense that you dropped the matter and quickly finished your meal. He matched your pace, finishing his meal just as you finished yours.

You opened your mouth, you were going to thank him again and bid him goodnight, he was sure, but he spoke first. “Want a beer?” 

“Oh. Sure.” 

You smiled at him again, causing his blood to thrum in his veins. He wanted to remember your smile for the next time he was on a mission. The other men would brag about their women, and he had no one to think of, but now your pretty smile would keep his mind company. 

Once you had your beer, you glanced around the apartment, taking it in. He had nice taste, the furniture was high quality, and even the TV looked like it was on the expensive side. Whatever he did, he was doing well for himself. But your eyes kept getting drawn to the couch. Maybe because you were currently lacking furniture yourself, it just looked so comfortable.

“König,” you started, not looking directly at him, “can I sit on your-” 

Face? Dick? Yes, whatever you wanted, “yes.” He answered as you finished your question, “-couch?”  

Oh. He deflated and took a breath to calm down. Of course you weren’t asking him to fuck you right now. 

You set your beer down and moved to the living room. “It just looks so comfy.” You explained as you sat down and pushed yourself back into the firm cushions. You chuckled to yourself as your feet hovered off the ground when you were seated all the way back. Yea, this couch was definitely meant for taller people. 

He grabbed your beer and set it down on the coffee table in front of you, to which you flashed him with another brilliant smile. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on, “movie?” 

You looked at him as he sat down next to you, his knee gently bumping into yours. “Dinner and a movie? Careful, König, I might start thinking this is a date.” 

He laughed, boisterously, nervously, but relieved that you laughed with him. 

The movie was of no consequence, but he felt encouraged every time you giggled at one of his jokes. By the time he was done with his second beer, he wasn’t even paying attention to the movie, instead he was telling you stories about his missions, nothing classified of course, but the way you stared at him with wide eyes, shining in anticipation as if he were more interesting than the handsome man on the television fueled him. At one point he even rolled up his shirt to show you a nasty scar on his side. 

You gasped, eyes wide and looked up at him a little flustered as you asked him if it had hurt too bad.

“Ah, it was nothing! I barely felt it!” He assured you and cleared his throat as he rolled his shirt back down. 

“Wow! That’s crazy!” You exclaimed as you shifted in your seat too.

His eyes flickered down for a moment and he noticed the way your thighs squeezed together before you found a comfortable position. You were closer to him now, and when he draped his arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing your shoulder, you didn’t move or give any indication that you were uncomfortable. He grinned to himself, nervous adrenaline finding its way into his blood and he had to actively stop himself from bouncing his knee.  

And that adrenaline faded as you nodded off to sleep next to him. Well, you had mentioned that you’d been driving all day, moving. So naturally as soon as you were comfortable you fell asleep. 

He was only slightly disappointed, it was still a better night than he could have hoped for otherwise.

-

You woke to the sound of your phone buzzing. Your morning alarm. You sighed, you still had time before you really had to wake up, so you snuggled right back into bed. It was so soft and warm, but the temperature in the room was bordering cold, which made the warm and heavy blankets even more inviting. The subtle scent of peppermint and vanilla-

Wait!

You quickly sat up, eyes wide in confusion as you looked around a room you had never seen before. It took a moment for last night’s events to come back to you. Oh! This must be König’s room…but he was nowhere around.

You straightened out the bed, feeling slightly guilty about climbing into such a nice bed in your street clothes.

“König?” 

“Good morning!” He called from the kitchen.

You followed his voice, glancing at the couch on the way to the kitchen and saw that there was a pillow and blanket folded neatly on one of the cushions.

“Did you sleep on the couch?” You asked once you were near the kitchen, stopping on the other side of the island counter. Like you, he was dressed in the same clothes as last night, mask and all, probably hadn’t wanted to wake you.

“Yes.” 

“You should have just woke me up. Sorry I kicked you out of your room. Did you carry me to bed?”

“Yes. Breakfast?” He asked just as he flipped an egg.

You glanced away and fought down a blush. What you’d give to have him carry you to his room while you were awake! 

“No, thank you.” 

“Are you sure?”

“I still have a lot of stuff to take care of, I should get started.”

“Oh.” He sounded so disappointed, and even his shoulders drooped a little.

You chuckled, “but thanks to you, I’m starting the day so refreshed!”

“Me?”

“Yea.” You nodded and smiled at him again, just like you did last night. “Your bed is so comfortable!”

“You like my bed?” 

“Mmhmm!” You flashed him a devious smile this time, “maybe next time you can join me.” 

The clatter of the spatula falling to the floor and him scrambling to grab it, echoed over your cute giggle. By the time he was standing up again, you were already by the door. “Bye, König!” 

“G-goodbye!” He stuttered after you, already dreaming of what next time would entail. 

#König x reader #konig x reader #no fancy format bc i'm on mobile #and König is just a side piece #no edits bc i'm on mobile #idk how yall who regularly post fics on mobile do it

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

say you can't sleep, m | myg

... baby, I know that's that me – espresso by sabrina carpenter

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Snapshots of a love story centered around coffee and soft skin, heh, isn't that just so suga sweet? Mmmm, I guess so.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; fluff they're cute as fuck; smut (fem reader, fingering + f-receiving oral at work, gasp, doggy, m-receiving oral in a bedroom, whew, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS – Yoongi's POV except final scene in your POV

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“You don’t like coffee.”

She handed him the iced Americano with an enigmatic expression.

“But I like you.”

Then she walked away.

-

“Oh? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He looked up from his lonesome table, fully intending to tell the person to fuck off. It was too late and too dark and too restless for him to even think about socializing. He lifted his head and found himself speechless for several seconds. An enigmatic expression paired with a tight black dress. He took another sip of his whiskey to avoid making the pause awkward.

He caught a whiff of a heavy, rich, coffee-scented perfume.

Then he shrugged.

“Can’t sleep.”

She smiled.

-

“You know her?”

She sat a few tables away, wrapped in a tight black dress. A soft white knitted cardigan draped over her shoulders. Demure with a hint of sex. He recognized those black high heels with gunmetal buckles. They had been tossed carelessly by his door last night. He watched her hands dance in the air with her conversation. The man sitting in front of her seemed mildly interested. Black t-shirt, silver bracelets, faded blue jeans. She rolled her eyes and her lunch companion looked similarly annoyed, shaking his head of straight, long black hair. The waiter went by their table, carrying the handheld kiosk.

She tapped her credit card, already prepared.

The young man whipped his hands out in a what-the-fuck motion.

She shrugged.

Her black velvet purse was tucked in her lap, right above her plush thighs that had been wrapped around his neck last night.

“Better than you do,” he replied, and didn’t elaborate.

-

“I didn’t know you knew him.”

She gave him a confused look.

“Why wouldn’t I know my younger brother?”

Oh.

She handed him the iced Americano with a sly smile.

“But I’ll let him know that you were jealous.”

Fuck.

-

“You don’t have to.”

She took his hand and wrapped it around the cold drink, leaving him with a handful of condensation and consideration.

“I want to.”

She was about to let go but his other hand shot up, enclosing the back of hers. He watched her almost hide the way her breath caught. Her eyes shifted. Those parted lips were picture perfect softness that inspired wet dreams. Her skin was even more perfect up close and in the light. A tick of her eyebrow. He didn’t back down.

“Meet me in front of the café at seven tonight.”

She didn’t hesitate.

“Okay.”

-

Date after date, she wore the same perfume and the same enigmatic smile. Night after night, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck he was doing. Day after day, he looked forward to her occasional treat in the form of ice coffee. He admired her audacity to let everyone talk. Both of them deflected the topic when anyone asked. No sense in entertaining unsolicited opinions.

In bed, he closed his eyes and breathed in, remembering the way her soft skin smelled against him.

He was addicted to her perfume.

Then again, he already had a coffee problem so maybe it was all in his head.

-

From across the room, she smiled at him.

He acknowledged her with a nod, sticking his hands in his pockets so they wouldn’t shake.

The eye contact lingered for a moment linger before she turned and walked out the door.

After about ten minutes, he made up some excuse and left too.

-

He kissed the inside of her thigh and looked up.

Her knuckle was against her teeth, biting down lightly, calmly giving him an expression of apprehension and boldness. He cocked his head. She shrugged with one shoulder. He bunched her skirt around her waist.

And stared into her eyes as he licked upwards.

Hot, heavy, and with possessiveness.

She melted against the wall. Lashes fluttering, shivering under him, no sound. Probably because of where they were. The mischief in her eyes glimmered. Her perfect lips formed words both silent and damning.

Keep going.

To be perfectly clear he did not give a fuck about rules, but also he liked his job and didn’t want to get himself fired. Yet. He skimmed his lips over her soft skin and figured that at least it would be a cool story, letting his fingers sink into her shapely hips, toying with the hem of her panties with his thumbs. Her free hand wandered down to hold up her skirt. Helpful. He closed his eyes. Tongue, lips, teeth travelling up in a zig-zag from thigh to thigh. Her coffee-scented perfume faded as the scent of sweet sex prevailed, his index finger skimming over the heat, following the forbidden line.

Absolute silence.

But beneath his lips, her body was singing. Vibrating with pleasure. Pressing her shoulder blades against the wall, rolling her hips towards him. He opened his eyes to see hers under lidded lashes. Slid his finger under, down, the back of his nail drenched, and he pulled it aside, watching her sensual mouth form his name.

He closed his lips around the top and sank two fingers into her pussy.

Fuck, she tasted so good.

The shudder took over him before he could stop it. Delightful shivers as he watched her watch him when he cupped his tongue around her clit. Circling it gently. Coaxing. Slow and steady, admiring the way her slick walls closed in around his fingers. Thrusting deeper. He spread his knees more, wincing as he felt his hardening erection strain against even his loose jeans. She kept her hips still, melting into his momentum, looking hot as hell fully dressed with his mouth as her new accessory. He spied the curl of her pink tongue against the side of her lips. His fingers involuntarily twitched, digging his blunt nails into her thigh. Tongue against nerves. The steady climb to the heavenly high. Quiet breathing becoming labored, his cock aching at the image and taste of sweet evidence.

Her arousal dripping down his throat.

She came to his tongue, pressing the crown of her head against the wall and silently gasping to the ceiling.

No one found out.

At least, Human Resources didn’t let him know they did.

-

He spent a little more time checking out his outfit before leaving his apartment. Bomber jacket, loose shirt, slightly less torn jeans, and his nicest bag, a black leather messenger. Debated on a beanie. Decided against it and took a moment to tie his hair back into a low ponytail. The front pieces were too short to be tied back. He adjusted them in the mirror and out the door he went. Subway and then a short walk. He visited the usual spot, a café by the office, and she was already in line. The cashier seemed to have taken a liking to her, trying to keep her for a few lines of conversation. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care, courteously stepping out of line after she paid and waiting to the side for her order.

He contemplated walking up to her.

This was the first time he had been this early. He was not and never would be a morning person. A lot of the time he had to settle for the shitty coffee from the machine in the break room. He preferred an expert’s hand though, so he did his best to drag himself out of bed to get in line. Big chains had apps to order-and-go, but this was a mom-and-pop store that didn’t have the money for such technology. Honestly, now he was glad about that. A rare occurrence of the universe being on his side.

His gaze must have remained for too long because she looked up from her phone and her head turned, spotting him immediately.

He let his eyes linger when hers did.

A glimmer in her eye. Must be the morning sun. She raised her hand and beckoned him to her.

He stepped out of line and walked up to her.

“I can buy my own coffee, you know.”

The café smelled like stale morning coffee and yet somehow she smelled even better.

“Just let me do this one thing for you, hm?” she smiled.

He didn’t trust himself to respond. Instead, he stood next to her and stuck his hands in his pockets. He noticed several people looking her way but they all quickly reoriented their wandering eyes. It had to have something to do with the way her long black skirt clung to her hips or her courage of wearing a maroon faux fur cropped jacket out in public. Or maybe it was the way her tight black turtleneck clung to her chest.

“You can go on ahead. I’ll drop off the drink for you.”

He half-considered it. Maybe even take a moment to make it obvious for everyone.

Still, he didn’t want to leave.

“I’m still waking up,” he offered as his reply.

They weren’t looking at each other but he was highly aware of her presence next to him. He didn’t sense any discomfort. The café was getting packed. She scooted closer to him as a couple more people moved into the waiting section.

The barista called out her name.

She glided up to the counter. He watched her go, pit-a-pat beating in his chest. Admired every line, the way her hips swayed, the way stray rays of the sunrise made her hair glow. Watched her turn around in slow-motion mental cinema, raising her head, their eyes connecting, the corner of her lips rising when she saw him waiting for her.

She held out the iced Americano.

“Careful, someone might think we’re an item.”

He reached out and let his fingers graze her wrist.

“I think someone already does.”

He was talking about himself but he didn’t miss the pleasure in her eyes when the exchange happened.

-

She was a menace every time.

“I’m going to make sure you’ll need caffeine tomorrow,” she mused out loud.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And how are you going to do that?”

He somewhat regretted asking that.

-

The room was pitch black.

“You still up?”

The presence beside him shifted, facing him, but he wouldn’t be able to see even if he opened his eyes. He didn’t need to though. He knew the way the blanket draped over her arm, exposing the corner of her shoulder, her hair cascading over her neck covered in his invisible kisses and light bites. Her arm over her breasts as she adjusted her hand just under the pillow. The blanket dipped a bit further down the bed, then rose up sharply at her hips.

“Sorry if I seem restless,” she whispered. “I have insomnia sometimes.”

He had offered before, but she hadn’t accepted until tonight. He wasn’t sure what had made her change her mind.

“Me too,” he confessed. “I take a long time to fall asleep.”

Her voice was feathery and soft. Not pitched to act younger or be more appealing. True to who she was and where she was in her life. Her coffee-scented perfume reflected that as well. Dark and smokey and acidic. Full-bodied in every sense of the word. He heard amusement in her soothing voice as she spoke.

“That’s a very polite way of admitting that you’re nervous of the pretty girl in your bed being a closeted psychopath and smothering you in your sleep before taking all of your valuables and skipping town.”

He smiled.

“Don’t worry, I know all pretty girls are psychopaths.”

She laughed. “Won’t fall for my tricks then, hm?”

“I might if you actually tried some of yours on me.”

There was a pause in her breathing. A single flutter of butterfly wings, so slight he almost thought he imagined it.

“You think so?”

He kept telling himself he wouldn’t, but deep down he knew he would.

“Yeah,” he murmured, noncommittal.

There was a pungent silence.

Then he felt her warmth closer. Closer. Warm exhale tickling his shoulder. Her hand settled on his arm. A whirlwind of thoughts. He had always thought, oh, it would be annoying. It would be heedlessly complicated. It would die out quick. And, ultimately, it would be fleeting and unfulfilling.

Like a shooting star during a meteor shower.

“You’re something else, Min Yoongi.”

Meaningless was it was, he found himself making a wish as the weight of sleep swept him away.

-

Of course, he was scared.

Of course, he wasn’t going to acknowledge it or show it. People were fickle, complicated creatures that spent lifetimes trying to explain themselves to no avail. He was one of them. He had long ago accepted that he was part of the problem. Likewise, he accepted that he would never understand. He wasn’t about to encroach on the millennia of human philosophy and twist his brain trying to make sense of it all.

“I should leave.”

Best he could do was write some songs about it.

“Sit,” he commanded in his most inviting tone.

Better not to think about it too much.

He looked away from the stove for a moment to see the unsure shift of her eyes and the hesitation of her parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She lifted her gaze.

He held it, but only for a second.

Any longer would have been too telling.

He turned back to the pan and replied with, “You cannot possibly think I’m that rude to kick you out before breakfast. Sit.”

Thinking about it too much would ruin it, anyway. It would make it less true. Convoluted. Muddled by past experiences and endless doubts. He refused to let that happen. He lifted the frying pan, tipping the fried egg onto the freshly made white rice. Set the pan down. Turned around with the bowl in hand, setting it on the counter in front of the barstool next to a small plate of his mother’s kimchi. He saw her hesitate once more. Maybe it was his imagination, or was that a flush of pink at the tops of her cheeks? He pulled out a drawer and added a pair of chopsticks by the bowl. Didn’t take his eyes off her movements.

She reached out and pulled out the barstool, sliding onto the brown leather.

Bowed her head to hide her smile.

“Thanks for the food.”

Yoongi silently let out the breath he had been holding.

-

Just before she walked out his door, she leaned in and kissed him.

She drew back.

“See you.”

He stepped forward and pulled her into a longer kiss.

“See you,” he breathed, missing her already.

-

He couldn’t look at he when she smiled.

Even as the corner of his mouth lifted and his teeth sank into the side of his lower lip.

Dark, smokey, acidic.

Her perfume was so familiar now. It settled into his palette, embellishing the dreamlike image. His hands rested on her waist, fingertips drumming against soft skin. Her fingers danced up his sternum and her lips hovered by his. Breath to breath. Her other palm on his chest. Hips to hips. The moment lingered. Almost to the point of discomfort, and then she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

He wondered if he tasted like coffee.

The kiss melted into him. Warmth rushed all over his body. He should be used to it and yet he fell back under her spell. Under her kisses over his face and neck, under her insistent touch. He dug his nails into her back. She matched him, but harder, rougher, her tongue slipping into his moaning mouth as she scratched him up. Perhaps it was a perverted satisfaction but he rather enjoyed knowing that his pale skin would be marred in pink lines of passion. He didn’t want to be precious about it.

She straddled him and pressed her panties into his erection.

He griped her waist and kissed her harder.

-

He enjoyed it when she slipped her arm in his as they walked side by side. He enjoyed watching passerby glance at them with envy, especially when her head leaned against his shoulder. He enjoyed it when she tugged him to her and caught his lips possessively. He didn’t know when he stopped hiding the smile he had when around her. He didn’t know when he stopped wanting to be alone in his free time and instead wanted to fill it with her coffee-scented perfume. He used to work late all the time because there was nothing better to do, but lately there was a better reason to ditch his responsibilities.

It was careless but such was life.

Heh.

He loved to watch her face, and yet there was something about watching her back arch and her fingers curl into the sheets. Something about his hands gripping her hips and driving himself deeper. Something about the image of her ass and thighs bouncing with each forceful smack of body-to-body contact. Just something about it. Tight, wet, hot, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, dragging his nails down her spine, feeling her match his pace. He enjoyed fucking as much as the next guy. This was simply different.

Something about her, maybe.

She threw her head back, her visceral sounds music to his ears, pleasure incarnate, and he could feel each wave threaten to drag him under, into the permanent honeymoon haze. He let it take him, gasping, surrendering, wanting it again already. She moaned with him, clutching his pillows into a jumbled mess.

Fuck, so good.

One shared look.

To be honest, he was proud of the number of used condoms that piled up.

-

“A candle?”

She lifted the heavy glass lid and inhaled. Her eyes widened, sparkling with recognition and delight.

He stated the obvious. “It’s coffee-scented.”

“I love the scent of coffee,” she murmured. He already knew that. “You remember.”

He half-smiled. “Isn’t that your excuse for always getting me one? You like the scent but you don’t drink it?” He couldn’t help but tease.

She gave him a mischievous smirk. “Trying to throw me off your scent? It won’t work.”

He sure as fuck hoped it didn’t. “I’m trying to convince you to stop buying those expensive iced Americanos for me. I’m trying to cut down for my health.”

She frowned. But he shook his head, trying to dissipate any misunderstanding.

“Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t come up with the idea. My doctor did.”

Her gaze narrowed, unconvinced.

He shoved his hands back into his pockets so they would stop shaking. There was no bag or awkward gift wrapping for him to hold on to. It wasn’t his style, but he somewhat regretted it now. He tiled his head, relaxing his face despite the thunder within his ribcage.

“What?”

She replaced the lid of the candle. Her thumb ran across the embossed characters on the paper label. Capitalism had burned a hole in his wallet. He didn’t mind though. She held it close to her chest.

“This is an expensive brand. I’ve seen it at higher end stores.”

He was delighted that she knew. The cheaper brands had smelled far too fake and far too sweet. He wanted that rich bitterness. Dark and smokey and acidic. A scent that reminded him of them. She watched him carefully. He shrugged.

“You get what you pay for.” Chuckled, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Fair, once I considered the culmination of the price of all those coffees. And, anyway, I only wanted you to know that you don’t have to pay a price for my attention. You’ve had it all this time.”

Her eyes widened a bit.

He shifted his weight, about to walk past.

At the last second, he turned his head, pausing to whisper in her ear.

“But don’t think about buying anyone else a coffee, alright?”

Before he could make his escape, her eyes were already locked onto his, her lips centimeters from his.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Min Yoongi.”

-

“What?”

She grinned. Their hands interlocked. Holding tight, even though his back was flat against her bed. Her body hovered over his. She lowered, slowly. He sucked in a breath as he felt her hard nipples brush against his chest.

“You like that?” she teased.

He stared into her eyes, melting into her mischief. “Yeah.”

She pressed her soft breasts flush against him, rubbing back and forth. He closed his eyes, shuddering, her name in his throat. His other hand migrated to her waist and he squeezed her, wanting her to know his desire. Her coffee-scented perfume stuck to his skin, bitter and sweet and addictive, a guilty pleasure he didn’t feel guilty about.

His doctor had advised him to cut back on coffee and alcohol, his other guilty pleasures, so naturally he found himself tangled up in another.

Heh.

His fingers slid up, up, tangling in her hair, pulling her face to his. There was a split second where their eye lines connected under their lashes, and he froze up. She stared back. Centimeters of trembling air between their lips. His entire body could barely contain the want and yet. It wasn’t the first time they had been this close. Far from it.

But this was the first time Yoongi realized he would move heaven and earth for those eyes.

He squeezed her hand.

She squeezed back and closed the distance between them, her eyelids falling. His too, and he realized there was sex and then there was this. This, the goosebumps that erupted over his skin when her fingertips glided down his arm. This, the chain of kisses leaving him in a daze. This, the delicate shock of her lips travelling down his chest. This, the pit-a-pat and pang of something so dirty being so pure. Her mouth enveloped him and coated his cock with a thin layer of velvety saliva. Back and forth, so soft, just right, building a lovely desperation that he savored. Tighter, and he gasped, marveling at the suffocating gentleness that made him painfully hard. Pace so steady it was nearly maddening, his fingers twisting in the sheets, and he sucked in another breath, the air saturated with her scent, hitting the apex and at the same time falling so fully that he couldn’t hide it anymore.

She kept him hard, knowing the precise amount of softness and insistence. He didn’t need to say anything. She thought about him the same way he thought about her. Her hands fanned over his hips, extending the pleasure of orgasm. His exhale a shudder. Their eyes connected again.

He beckoned her back up, breathlessly.

She obeyed. Skin to skin. His fingertips touched her chin, conducting her movement.

He could taste himself in their kiss.

“You like that?” he whispered to her lips.

She smiled against his. “Yeah.”

One torn-open condom wrapper later, and there was nothing better than her legs wrapping around his waist once he was completely inside. Shivering breath, his fingertips grazing over her collarbones, and he was well aware of his own black hair tangled over his eyes. She looked up at with admiration and satisfaction, tightening around him.

“You should come over to mine tomorrow night. Spend the weekend with me,” he found himself saying.

Her expression amused. “Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with your landlord.”

He pushed his hair back, cleaning his vision.

“Let that be my problem.”

Her eyes sparkled.

“I’ll think about it.”

Seemed like she already had though.

Slow and tense, leaning down. Deeper. Her legs sliding up, tighter. Each breath drawn in hotter, keeping their electric eye contact, and he lifted one of his hands to wrap around her wrist. She watched him, intrigued. He thrust downwards and she squeezed him all around, meeting his pace, their eyes closing, succumbing to the honeymoon haze in harmony, their wanton sounds melding together like sugar into coffee. Harder. Rougher. Her name falling from his lips and his from hers. His grip on her wrist slipped.

Their fingers interlocked.

He kept the high coming, over and over.

-

The room was pitch black.

“Can’t sleep?”

He stretched his arm over his head. His body was still running hot.

“Don’t want to.”

She hummed. “Why’s that?”

He should sleep but that would tear him out of this dream. “Pretty girl giving me insomnia.”

“Damn. Wish I could help,” she chuckled, curling up against his side.

He hadn’t known it when she walked into his life, light glimmering off her hair and adorned with a sweet smile. Day by day, catching himself watching her walk past. He admired the confident way she held herself, the assuredness in her stride, the sharpness of her wit. Then one day, the morning after a particularly restless night, she had walked right up to him, an iced Americano in hand. She had known his preference. Could have been observation or asking around. Or both. Didn’t matter, as it was clear she took the time and noticed his lingering gaze.

“Why me?”

Her soft cheek against his shoulder.

“You know why.”

He did but he still wanted to make sure. “You weren’t scared?”

She took a moment to recall. “Worst thing you can say is no. You didn’t.”

He turned his head. She scooted up, and now they were looking at each other in the darkness. He couldn’t see shit, but he had already memorized her face in moments, in snapshots of closeness, into dreams he couldn’t help but believe in. She brought her face closer and their lips found each other with him meeting her halfway.

He pulled her closer.

Yoongi had always believed, oh, love would be annoying. Love would be heedlessly complicated. Love would die out quick and, ultimately, be fleeting and unfulfilling, like a shooting star during a meteor shower. And maybe it was all that.

But he could also be wrong.

Kiss after kiss, falling stars in the darkness, and he couldn’t help but believe in wishes.

Maybe he was just too far gone. Too under her spell to be logical anymore. Her leg slid over his hip, their bodies seamlessly against each other and her hand cradled his face, breathing in his air. Her perfume still lingered, dark and smokey and reminding him of how this love started, or perhaps it had rubbed off onto his skin in their passion. He didn’t mind. In fact, he preferred it.

“Don’t think about anyone else, alright?” she whispered.

His hand settled around her waist.

His lips touched her nose. Lightly, endearingly. Didn’t she know? She must. Maybe she wanted to hear it from his lips. He didn’t know the romantic thing to say. He was terrible at that. Always was, always would be. Then again, she had already given him the answer.

He smiled.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

-

“Iced Americano. The largest size, please.”

The barista smiled sheepishly. “Busy day?”

You tilted your head, a stray strand of hair curling around your curved lips.

“My darling needs it.”

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masterpost

#yoongi x reader #bts smut #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #min yoongi smut

[jay-catsby]

god i am soooo happy im not a med student... theres a pair of grown-ass adults at this coffee shop studying with as much fear and desperation as i used to hear from my 19 year old organic chem students

#even at almost-22 i am already too old to ever want to fear-study again #it took me a long time to come around to the idea of 'Bs get degrees' (no Cs in my program) but whew i am there now #my life is too short and theres too much fun in the world to kill myself for an arbitrary A