Just My Humble Trash Bin

25 y/o hehe (Weka)

[layover-mp7]

water falling off your skin — kim taehyung

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tell me something that i'll forget and you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'd do for a friend I tried to write your name in the rain a/n: I've been in such an emotional, lover girl mood lately; this one just feels so good, and you are so safe and happy in this little fic bubble I've blown for you!!! This is my love letter to Taehyung and to everyone who needs a little extra comfort today, it made my heart flutter just by imagining this scene playing out in my head, I hope you enjoy it and come back to it whenever you are sad ♡ it's raining today outside and i'm at home listening to Layover, and I was inspired by this tiktok that sweet anon sent me ♡ ︎i just want to run while laughing in the rain with a gorgeous wet man bringing me home is that too much to ask pairing: best friend taehyung x fem!reader wc: 10.1k, ~40 min themes: feel-good and pure joy, u are safe and loved with your best friend, friends-to-lovers, wet hair tae my vice ⊹ ࣪ ˖ taehyung is very in love with you, fluff, romance, late-night city love, eventual smut, but it's slow-burning and sweet summary: Taehyung and you were lucky enough to end up working in the same city after graduation. It became a ritual for him to walk you home, rain or shine. A surprise rainstorm catches you two unguarded, and under the heavy rainfall, without the cover of an umbrella, the wet, laughter-filled run home through the illuminated city streets feels like more than just a weather mishap.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

People often said that life wasn’t like in the movies. There was no backtrack, no slow motion, no choreographed, perfectly timed brushes off the fingers or feelings poured out in the rain. The romance they saw in movies left large, empty holes in their chests, wishing that one day, they would get whisked off their feet by a prince charming. 

Some of those people never realized what was right under their nose the whole time. 

“Have a good weekend,” your coworker said with a wave as she collected her coat from the back of her chair. 

You gave her a smile and a wave before returning your focus to your computer. The words were starting to dance across your screen from how long you’d been rereading this document, and you flicked your eyes to the time in the lower-right corner. 5:28 pm. 

You glanced up over your monitor towards the glass meeting room, the perfectly clean, transparent walls and door showcasing your supervisor in there with your other lead, still deep in conversation over this month’s deadlines. Your supervisor stood up suddenly, then swung the door open. 

“Y/N.”

You sat up, lifting your head.

“Yes, miss?” 

“Head home for the day. I’m okay here. We’re wrapping up now.” She gave you a nod. 

Finally. 

You quickly saved your file before logging out of your desktop and collecting your things. 

“See you on Monday, Mrs. Maeng,” you said with a bow, and she gave you a little wave as you disappeared out the office door. 

Today went a little longer, as it tends to go nowadays. Your job was enjoyable, but being a little too good at it meant you were slowly being given more responsibility, your cup seemingly getting fuller as the weeks went by. By now, you were hungry and just wanted to go home and collapse on your couch with a beer and takeout. 

The elevator dinged before the doors slid open with a half-greased whistle, and you adjusted your bag on your shoulder and stepped out, your heels clicking across the granite flooring. You stepped out of the lobby, scanning the courtyard.

Your shoulders dropped a little when you saw the familiar figure, leaning against a column, looking out into the little garden that wrapped around the passenger drop-off. 

Kim Taehyung approached you first when you two were in university; two classmates seemingly brought together by the fate of automated scheduling, or the struggle to get squeezed into the same small-class electives. It began with seeing him around the library late at night, both of you in opposite corners of the otherwise empty, sound-dampened room, each boxed in by your own pile of expensive textbooks and lecture materials. It started with small courtesies, just offering to watch each other’s things when one of you went to the bathroom, and quiet glances at each other’s textbook spread, realizing that the two of you were struggling to get through the same one. By the end of the week, Taehyung had walked up to you and set a can of energy drink in front of you without saying another word. 

You were confused at first, wondering if maybe he thought you were someone else. But his smile was warm, friendly. 

“I’ve seen you in Mr. Park’s lecture. If you’re anything like me, you’re also going to be here for the rest of the night trying to finish the mountain of case studies he made us read before next class.”

It was a small gesture, but it was the start of a new inseparable companionship. From that point on, you’d walk into the library just after your last class of the day to find him already saving a spot for you at his table, the long cherry-wood desk covered with various books, an open bag of honey chips, and his open laptop. He’d always look up from over his laptop screen and give you a little smile and nod before lifting his hand to reveal an unopened energy drink. 

“Cheers,” he’d tap your can with his already open one before you both took a sip and began the long night ahead of you. “To passing this class and whatever comes after next.”

The workload was heavy, but lighter when carried together with him. 

Taehyung glanced up when he heard the click of your heels approaching him. He tugged his wired earbuds out of his ears, the same easy, warm smile was on his face. His hands tucked casually into his pockets with his book bag slung over one shoulder. 

“Hey, you went a little later today.” His tone wasn’t accusatory or impatient, simply an observation. 

“Yeah, sorry. The department heads are clashing deadlines again, and I have to be the one to tend to the mess.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he murmured with a nod before pulling a hand out of his pocket. 

“Look,” he pointed towards the flower bushes. “They’re fighting. Or playing. I haven’t figured it out yet.” 

You glanced over at where he was summoning your attention to see two sparrows bouncing around at each other, hopping between branches. 

You laughed. 

“I’m glad to see you had some entertainment while you waited,” you said, folding your cardigan over your chest.

“I think that one’s winning; I’ve got my bet made,” Taehyung murmured with a smile. He straightened up on the column. “Ready to go?”

“Yup.” 

He gestured a hand towards the path, letting you take a step ahead of him before you two started your shared walk home. 

The walk was a little out of Taehyung’s way on his way home, but he always insisted on meeting you at 5:15 pm sharp, nearly every day anyway. He insisted that it gave him more exercise; that sitting at a desk all day drafting and reviewing paperwork made him restless. You helped him get his steps in; he’d otherwise grow old with bad knees, he’d always tell you, combined with any other reason he could think of on the day.

Some days his workday would run late, and he’d have to stay at the office until nighttime, and he’d show up the day after with a sandwich he picked up at the 7/11 on the way over, a 99-cent apology that he insisted on giving every time, even though you never asked.

“Hungry?” Taehyung asked.

“Starving,” you said with a nod. “I’m already making ramen in my mind right now.” 

He let out a laugh as you crossed the street together. 

“We'd better hurry then.” 

The air around you smelled lightly of the freshly cut grass of the city park and the moisture in the air. Taehyung glanced up at the sky, the clouds gray and full. 

“It’s supposed to rain a little soon,” he murmured, sticking his hand out to feel for any raindrops. You nodded, peering up at the sky with curiosity. 

The two of you walked alongside each other, the little rhythmic beep of the crossing lights chirping as you weaved carefully through the crowd of other city folk and salarymen routing their way home for the day. Taehyung trailed carefully behind you as the walking path narrowed, following you as you darted between the crowds of people. 

“Have you watched the next episode that came out last Sunday?” Taehyung walked with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head a little to look at you as he spoke. 

“No, I’ve been too busy this week,” you hummed, your hand resting casually on your bag strap as you walked, your short strides coming in faster and more often than Taehyung’s long, slower ones. 

“Do you want to watch it tonight at yours? I’ll gladly rewatch it,” he said with a smile. “It’s good, I want to see your reactions.”

“I see you had no Friday night plans then,” you said with a teasing smile. Taehyung took a feigned offence, his mouth falling open in half a scoff, half a chuckle. 

“Oh, sorry for wanting to watch a really good TV show with my best friend. It’s not my fault she’s slow at watching her favourite drama.”

You laughed, skipping lightly over a particularly large crack in the pavement. 

“Just come, come,” you giggled. “I’m feeling kind today; I’ll take in strays.” 

Taehyung dropped his head back, laughing as he nodded. 

“So now I’m a stray? I’m pretty sure I make the same as you, by the way,” he teased, tongue in cheek.  

Taehyung glanced down at your feet and noticed your quickened pace. He suddenly slowed his feet a little, his hand coming out to rest gently on the inside of your elbow. 

“Am I walking too fast for you? Just tell me, you goose.” 

You shook your head a little, a smile growing on your face. 

“No, no, I’m getting cardio.” 

Taehyung laughed and tugged on your arm a little harder, slowing you down alongside him. 

“You’re in heels, Y/N. I’m not evil.” 

You looked up at him with a scrunched nose and grin of appreciation before you began to feel the slightest drip on your shoulders. 

The sky had begun to trickle, soft raindrops landing on your cardigan, plopping gently on the wool before slowly absorbing into the woven fibres. Taehyung glanced up for a moment, a raindrop landing on the tip of his nose.

“Oh, there it is,” you murmured. “Did you bring an umbrella?” 

“I left it in the office today,” Taehyung replied. “It’s okay, it’s just a little rain. You live close.” 

Nearly as quickly as it had begun raining, it had started to crescendo into a heavy rainfall. The drops were heavy, no longer dripping on the exposed pavement but now smacking against the ground with vigour.

“Oh, shit,” you cussed under your breath, your hair beginning to flatten to your head with the amount of rain cascading down on you. “A little rain, you said?” 

Taehyung scrunched his face as he tried to fight the rain that was falling into his eyes. 

“This wasn’t on the forecast,” he said with a muttered whisper. He brought his large hand over your head, making a hilariously pathetic attempt to give you a semblance of cover from the rain. You glanced up at his open palm hovering above your head like he was about to palm your skull like a basketball and burst out laughing.

“Do you think you’re being helpful right now?” Your eyes cut across to look at him, a playful glare in your eyes.

Taehyung laughed, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, the rain now thoroughly dampening his hair. 

“Hey, I’m trying. More than your tiny little hands would ever be able to do.” 

You scoffed before raising your own hand above his head, rising slightly onto your tiptoes, your little palm hovering hilariously over his head as you two walked. 

“There you go,” you said with a laugh. “See, look how helpful this is.” 

Taehyung burst out laughing before batting your hand away. 

“Your tiny hand is useless. At least I have big hands.” He raised his right hand, his other hand coming to gesture to the distance between his thumb and his middle fingertip. “Here to here is exa–”

“Exactly twenty centimetres wide, I know,” you said with an eye roll. “You tell everyone about your large hand size all the time. We get it, Hercules.” 

“Ahh, okay, okay.” He looked at you sheepishly before shoving his hands back in his pockets. 

As you two crossed another block, the rain had now turned into a picture-perfect downpour. As if in a movie, and as quickly as it had taken for you two to begin walking, the sky had transformed into a dark veil of clouds, the roads now slick and wet with water. 

You were now spluttering rainwater out of your mouth, and Taehyung was equally as drenched, the two of you looking like wet dogs. His sweater was now soaked, the crispy white collar that peeked out from his knit now semi-transparent, dripping. 

“Great day for us to not have an umbrella,” you quipped, one eye closed as the rain continued to rinse you thoroughly. Your hand came over to shield your eyes as you looked up at him, and he let out an amused coo at your adorable, wet, miserable expression. 

“You look so sad, so precious,”  he chuckled as you two approached the crosswalk.

“Wait.” He stopped for a second before peeling his sweater off his shoulders, revealing his neatly ironed white button-up underneath. He lifted his now-shed sweater over both your heads, stretching it across you to make a makeshift cover as you continued walking. “Okay, let’s run when this turns green.” 

You glanced at the little crosswalk signal, still red. 

“I can’t run very far in heels.” 

“We can switch shoes,” he offered with a grin. “I am very good at walking in high heels.” 

You giggled, wiping some rainwater off your forehead. 

“Not that I don’t believe you, but I don’t think I’m very good at running in a men’s size 10 pair of boats on my feet.” 

Taehyung burst out laughing, his arms still holding his sweater over the two of you. He shook a little with laughter, and another small pool of water dripped from his garment onto the two of you. 

“Taehyung, you’re basically holding a wet sponge over our heads,” you said with a laugh, the rainwater soaking through his already-wet sweater so easily and beginning to drip heavily onto both of you.

Taehyung laughed again, his boxy, wide smile on full display as his arms shook with laughter as he desperately tried to hold his sweater over both your heads. You couldn’t help but crack up, watching him stand there, hands over his head, every shake of his arms from laughing dumping a little more water on his own head.

“You have a better idea?” He retorted, his smile wide and pure, before nodding in response to the signal. “Watch the light.” 

Taehyung repositioned himself so he was standing a little bit behind you, his arms dropping from above your head. 

“Okay, fine, forget the sweater. You ready to run?” 

You held back a giggle as the two of you got into a pretentiously athletic ready position. You glanced up at him for a second, his smile wide with childlike glee as he stared intently at the signal, like a racing flag. His sweater was now balled up in one hand, and rainwater was soaking through his white dress shirt, the fabric clinging to his body a little more. You averted your eyes, his broad chest suddenly becoming much more apparent in the rain. 

In a moment, the walk signal turned green. 

“Go!” he exclaimed, and the two of you started running, unable to control your fits of laughter. 

The puddles splashed under your feet, the roads shiny and reflective as you two ran clumsily as far as your legs would take you. 

“You’re too slow,” he called behind him with a cackle, slowing down his pace just a little. 

“I’m in heels,” you yelled back, your nose crinkling with how hard you were laughing. 

You both ran almost the whole block together before approaching the next intersection, the walk light shining red again. The pavement and roads were completely slicked with water, every step splashing water all over your legs.

“Woah woah,” he said with a wide, open-mouthed smile, his laughter still rumbling through his body. His arm came from behind you, wrapping around your waist so easily, yanking you back closer to him as you stumbled to a clumsy stop just before the curb. “Don’t fall into traffic.” 

Taehyung stepped under the overhang that jutted out from the building next to you two, his arm still casually around your body as he guided you to shelter. 

“Let’s take a break,” his chest heaving slightly from the cardio and the laughter. “My socks are soaked.” 

You shivered, your wool cardigan clinging to your body desperately, water squeezing out from your sleeves as you crossed your arms over your chest. Taehyung peered down at you, his eyes wide and caring.

“Cold? Here,” he helped you out of your cardigan, draping it over his arm. His hands came out, resting gently on your arms before gently petting and rubbing along their length, the friction warming you ever so slightly. 

“My hands are freezing,” you said with a chuckle, bringing them up to press against his cheek. He shuddered away with a quirked smile and a raised brow before taking both your hands in his own, cupping his palms over yours. 

He lifted your hands to his face, encased in his own, and breathed warm air into the little pocket, his breaths slow and steady as he warmed you. Your heart suddenly raced at the intimate, sweet gesture, Taehyung’s eyes soft and inviting as he gazed at you. 

And for just a moment, you couldn’t feel the raindrops hitting you on your shoulder. 

“This okay?” he murmured into your cupped hands, continuing to breathe warm air into them. You felt yourself suddenly get shy, but you nodded, unable to break your eye contact. He smiled before bringing your hands back down to your sides.  

“We’ve only got a few more blocks; we can do it,” he said with a smile. “And then we can warm up on your couch.” 

You nodded, a sudden fluster blooming in your chest. The rain was cold, but your cheeks started to feel warm.

You and Taehyung gave up on running for a little bit, the puddles getting a little too big to run through safely without making even more of a mess. You just walked alongside each other, Taehyung’s arm carrying both your sweaters as you desperately held your bag over your head. Even despite how wet you both were, neither of you could wipe the smiles off your faces, like two children caught playing in the rain.

“I’m going to kiss my umbrella hello when I see her again,” Taehyung mumbled to himself with one squinted eye as he tried to look forward. His hair was pasted directly onto his forehead, formed into wet, black icicles.

“Her? Your umbrella’s a girl?” You hummed from underneath your work bag. 

“She’s reliable and takes care of me, of course she’s a girl,” he said with a shrug.

His logic was often so odd, to the point where it made you scowl sometimes, but tonight, his silly mind was more charming than anything.  

“Shall we run again?” Taehyung extended his hand to you, and you took it with a smile and a nod. You two darted for another half block, laughing and splashing through the puddles before you reached the intersection.

At the next red light, the same song and dance played out, but it felt different now.

Taehyung stepped under the awning of the storefront next to you, the overhang smaller and narrower this time around. He wrapped his strong arms around you so naturally, pulling you into his chest as he tried his best to keep you tucked under the shelter. Your heart was beating faster at the contact now, the barely there roof forcing you to press your bodies a little closer together, your cheek almost pressed against his wet, broad chest. He kept his arms around you, one on your back, the other holding the back of your head against his chest so gently as he peered up at the sky, watching the storm descend over the city. 

You never noticed how defined and pretty his jawline was until you were pressed this close against him, peering up at him as he gazed at the sky, watching the rain clouds crawl by. You dropped your head against his chest for this one quiet moment together, his body sheltering you from the rain as if it were his natural duty.

“At least the flowers are all getting watered well,” he said, his breath still slightly ragged and panting from the dash down the block. 

You turned your head away from him suddenly, a sneeze ripping through your chest. 

“Aw,” he cooed, and Taehyung’s finger came up to your chin, a tiny soft caress as he lifted you back to look at him. He looked down at you with an earnest little pout of his lips, as if he felt guilty for being part of the reason that you were shivering in his arms now. “Bless you. I hope you don’t get a cold from this.”

And for a moment, the two of you were completely alone, standing chest to chest under the tiny overhang. Taehyung’s eyes slowly grazed across your facial features, like he was admiring all the tiny details of a painting. Your wet eyelashes, the growing pinkness of your cold cheeks, the few strands of hair that clung desperately to the side of your face. He softened his gaze and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his face only a few inches away from yours. 

“Taehyung…” 

You said his name before you even knew what you wanted to tell him. But standing here, with his hand resting on your back and softly squeezing your shoulder, it made your chest bloom with a feeling you hadn’t acknowledged before. A drop of water beaded off of his black hair and dripped onto his nose, running down until it settled onto the rounded fullness of his bottom lip. And your eyes followed it there until you were unintentionally staring at his mouth. 

Perhaps he was in a better mood today, because suddenly every touch of his felt more affectionate. And you couldn’t help but see a new kind of twinkle in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter, like he was whispering to you and only you. If you hadn’t been shivering, you could have sworn that his wrap around your back tightened ever so slightly, holding you with a little more conviction. 

A sudden splash of a car driving through a puddle nearby seemingly pulled you from your entranced state.

“I’m cold,” you whispered, your eyes finally moving from his mouth back up to his eyes. 

“I’ll buy you ten umbrellas as an apology for tonight,” he murmured with a small smile, his hand still wrapped firmly around your shoulder. “Are you okay? Shall we keep going?” 

“Yeah,” you sniffed, stepping out into the rain again. “Let’s hurry.”

Your condo was on the horizon line now, only a few more minutes away. Suddenly, you heard the familiar rumble of a train nearing. The train crossing ahead of you was already beginning to flash the signal lights, the guard rails threatening to lower as you two neared the tracks. 

Taehyung suddenly took your hand in his, his other arm still carrying both your drenched sweaters. You looked up at him with a surprised expression, and he only gazed back at you with a playful one. 

“We can make this if we run, come on,” he said, laughing before gently tugging your arm, guiding the two of you a little faster towards the crossing. 

“Tae, my heels–”

“We’ll get stuck out here with no rain cover for like five minutes if we don’t beat the train. I got you, I promise,” he said with a playful smile. “Ready?” 

And without another word, he lowered himself in a squat and wrapped his strong arms around your waist and thighs, hoisting you up into the air like you were his child. 

“Taehyung!” You squealed with laughter and surprise, your body dangling a few feet off the ground as Taehyung carried you so easily. You felt his chest rumble with laughter as you heard his gleeful fits. 

He ran across the train crossing, the bars lowering just above both your heads as he darted across the tracks. You couldn’t help but cackle at the sound of your best friend beneath you, giggling with excitement like a kid as he ran down the street with no restraint, just free will and unadulterated joy with you in his arms. 

You noticed yourself leaning a little more into him as he carried you, pressing your cheek against the top of his head, despite his cold, wet hair creating little goosebumps across your skin.

You didn’t get let down until you reached another canopy, and Taehyung set you down under the plastic drapery with a satisfied, triumphant grin. You burst out laughing at the sight of him, looking like he took a shower fully clothed. His eyes glowed a little in the train’s headlights as it rumbled by the two of you, the ground shaking beneath your feet. Taehyung’s hair was dripping wet, his typical fluffy dark hair now pasted across his head, his bangs forming little black, wet ropes that dangled and shook when he laughed. 

“Give me a sec,” he said before he took a step away from you, shaking his head aggressively like a puppy. Your hand came up to cover your face, the water flinging everywhere as Taehyung shook the water out of his hair. When he was satisfied, he ran his hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back, a few stray pieces flopping back over his forehead. He looked at you with a playful grin as you scoffed at him, your eyes half-squinted from the water being flung at you. 

Standing there in front of you, in his work clothes and damp hair, he looked so pretty.

“You’re like a dog,” you laughed, wringing out your hair over your shoulder with your hands. Taehyung grabbed your wrist and lowered it.

“No, no, you have to do it as I did it. Shake, like a dog.” You raised your brows, thoroughly amused with his suggestion. 

“Am I Yeontan now?” 

He laughed, his heart-shaped smile forcing a smile on your face as well. 

“Come on, just do it. It feels good,” he chuckled. 

You looked at him with a raised brow before taking a step back, shaking your head as hard and quickly as you could. Your tendrils of hair slapped across your cheeks with a wet smack, forcing another fit of laughter from the two of you. 

Taehyung was grinning at you, his hair wet and tousled. 

“See? Wasn’t that fun? Good girl.” 

Your mouth involuntarily fell open slightly at his sudden playful praise. It meant nothing; it was just teasing, but something about the air and weather tonight was making your heart flutter more than it had in a long time.

“Now roll over.” 

You smacked his arm and made a face, and he giggled, his head dropping back as he laughed so effortlessly, so unrestrained. 

The two of you stayed standing under that canopy for a little while, just enjoying the break from the downpour as you watched the rain patter against the black asphalt. The puddles and water glistened on the ground, reflecting the neon colourful glow of the city back up into the sky, like a watercolour painting. 

“Pretty,” he murmured to himself before fishing his phone out of his bag. He stepped back from you for a second and took a photo on his phone of the sky, the wet roads, the buildings cast in the glow from the light reflections, and you. 

“Making memories, are we?” you mused as Taehyung laughed at your semi-miserable, wet appearance, like a puppy who fell into the bathtub. 

“Always,” he countered with a grin, his eyes still focused on his phone screen. 

Taehyung tucked his phone away and rolled his sleeves up before attempting to shake and wring out some of the water that had collected in both your sweaters.

“I hope you have a good dryer at home,” he mumbled with a smile, shaking and flicking his sweater into the puddle next to you.

You smiled at him before looking back out into the pretty, wet scene in front of you. Taehyung came to stand a little closer to you, his hand returning to his pocket, his shoulder just barely touching yours as you stood there together, listening to the rain sounds.

“This is the hardest I think it’s ever rained this whole summer,” you breathed, peering up into the sky. 

“It’s good luck,” Taehyung hummed, looking up at the sky with you. “Water’s cleansing. Like marking the start of something new.” 

You turned away from him for a second, hoping that he couldn’t see the flustered smile growing on your face. He was facing slightly away from you, head tilted up at the sky as he stared at the glowing city in awe.

You stole a glance at him. Taehyung’s white dress shirt was now translucent, the thin cotton clinging to every curve and shape of his bare torso underneath. You felt your heart skip a beat at the accidental view, the cold, wet fabric hugging the muscle definition on his arms, back, and abdomen. 

Taehyung suddenly turned to you, and you snapped your eyes back up to his face, praying he didn’t just catch you looking at his biceps. 

“Home stretch. Ready?” He looked down at you with a sweet smile. 

“Mhm,” you were suddenly grateful that the cold air helped cool your warm cheeks. 

Your front door swung open with a low creak as you two stepped into your pitch-black apartment, both dripping and immediately forming puddles under your feet. You flicked the lights on, Taehyung close behind you, kicking off his shoes. You were shivering, Taehyung shaking some water out of his hair as you shed all your belongings into a small pile on the floor. 

You stumbled over your heels, the wet floor a little extra slippery as you fumbled with the strap of your heel. 

“Oh, careful, come,” he mumbled before he lowered himself onto one knee in front of you. You watched him with wide-eyed curiosity as he took your foot in his hand like you were his very own Cinderella, helping you out of your high heels one after another. You brushed your hair out of your eyes, the sight of your best friend on one knee in front of you so casually sending a flutter to your chest. 

He stood up again once you were comfortably back on your feet. Now, without your heels, the height difference was bigger, and he peered down at you with a little grin.

“Do you happen to have a change of clothes I can have? Or I guess, also a hairdryer?” Taehyung said with a laugh, gesturing at himself. 

You snickered at his comment, pulling your hair over one shoulder. 

“Yeah, I have something,” you said before waddling over to your bedroom. 

Taehyung shed his bag, then plopped the wet sweaters onto your tile floor before glancing at himself in the mirror. His white shirt had been clinging to his skin this whole time, wet and sheer against his muscled chest, abdomen, arms and back. 

Oh, he was basically naked.

He blinked at his own reflection in off-handed surprise before tugging at his shirt, peeling it off his skin to give himself a little more coverage. 

“I want takeout,” your voice called from somewhere in your bedroom. 

“Don’t make some poor courier travel to us through the rain; we just suffered it, we know what it’s like,” Taehyung yelled back with a laugh. “I’ll make ramen for the both of us, don’t stress.” 

You appeared in the doorway, carrying a little bundle of new clothes for him. 

“You’re not a great cook,” you said with a cautious squint. Taehyung raised his brows at you with a scoff. 

“Uh, I’m not a kid anymore; I’ve been living alone for two years. I can cook now.” 

“Here. I don’t even know where I got these from, but they’ve been in my closet forever,” you murmured, stepping towards him with a men’s large T-shirt and a pair of men’s pyjama pants. 

Taehyung smirked.

“Those are mine.” 

You looked at him with a raised brow, looking back at the shirt and pair of pants in your hand. Taehyung filled in the blank in your mind, shaking his hair a little again and running his fingers through his locks. 

“Remember last year, when you asked me to pick you up from the club and then told me you couldn’t walk past your doorman at five in the morning in your tiny miniskirt? You said it was too shameful,” he laughed. “I still have that skirt somewhere in my apartment, too. You left it there.”

You felt your cheeks get a little warm at the memory. 

Taehyung picked up the wet sweaters from the floor and collected the new clothes from your hands before sauntering to your bathroom. 

“I’m going to throw my wet clothes into your bathtub,” he called over his shoulder. “I’m like, leaking on your floors.”

He reemerged from your bathroom a few minutes later, the T-shirt that was huge on you fit him perfectly, the sleeves cuffed up slightly, nestled perfectly in the valley of his biceps. The pyjama pants, his pyjama pants, sat a little low on his waist, and his hair was still wet, but brushed out of his eyes. You let your eyes drop a little, taking him in fully as you passed him on your way into the bathroom. 

Perhaps the rain had given you brain fog: you suddenly couldn’t stop gazing at your friend like he had hung the moon in the sky himself. 

By the time you were changed, with your hair semi-towel-dried, the warm, umami smell of ramen hung in the air. Taehyung was leaning against your kitchen counter, stirring a pot around with a pair of chopsticks. 

“Dinner’s up,” he called over his shoulder, pouring the broth and noodles into a large bowl. He turned back to you, carrying the ramen, two smaller bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks on a tray. 

You settled into the couch, tucking your legs up onto the seat as Taehyung set the ensemble down onto your coffee table. You looked around for your throw blanket, furrowing your brow as you glanced around the couch. 

“Oh,” Taehyung jogged off to your dryer, opening the machine door. “I tossed the blanket into the dryer so it’d be warm by the time you came out.” 

You stared at him, eyes wide and surprised at his simple, sweet gestures. He returned carrying the blanket and opened his arms wide before draping it over you like it was nothing. Your body was immediately soothed by the toasty, fluffy blanket fresh out of the dryer, and your best friend’s arms tucking it in around you, sealing you into a bubble of safe, soul-soothing comfort. 

“Wow,” you whispered, nestling your cheek deeper into the blanket. “This is one of the greatest feelings I’ve ever experienced.” 

Taehyung laughed before sitting next to you, leaning forward to scoop some ramen into a bowl. 

“Tannie really likes it when I dump warm laundry on him, so,” he said with a smile, scooping one half of the soft-boiled egg on top of a little mountain of ramen into the bowl before handing it to you. 

You reached out your hands to collect your dinner with an appreciative bow. Taehyung clicked your TV on and scrolled down to your favourite show. He hummed to himself as he clicked play, before leaning back into the couch next to you.

“You’re not going to eat?” you asked, tilting your head at him. 

“No, I don’t really eat Shin Ramen; it’s too spicy,” he said matter-of-factly. You furrowed your brows at him. 

“Taehyung, you could have just not used the spice packet. Aren’t you hungry?” 

“I know, but you prefer your ramen spicy.” He patted your leg with a smile. “Really, I’m okay; the client paid for a catered company lunch today, and they went overboard. I ate, like, so many overpriced sandwiches today.”

You gazed at him, a tiny wash of concern over your face. 

“I promise, I will eat some if I’m hungry,” he reassured you with a nudge of his elbow against yours. “Now please eat. It’ll warm you up.” 

You smiled with gratitude down into your dinner, the warm broth warming your hands through the ceramic bowl.

Taehyung shuffled a little onto the couch to get comfortable next to you, and without a second thought, you opened the edge of the blanket and draped it over him as well. He turned to you with a smile on his face. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around you, giving you a small squeeze. You nestled yourself a little deeper into him, tucked under the warm blanket and his arm.

He smelled like an intoxicating cocktail of warm skin, men’s deodorant, and clean laundry.

“This okay?” he whispered, peering down at you. His eyes melted everything inside of you, paired with the heat radiating from the still-warm blanket. You averted your eyes, the blush growing on your face, and gave him a shy nod. 

Taehyung smiled at you before looking up at the screen. The introduction began to play as you began to take your first bite.

“Good.” 

Taehyung held you there like that, leaning against his chest, warm in his embrace, until the remaining ramen went cold. The other bowl was untouched, just as he left it before he wrapped his arm around you on the couch. The episode was as good as he said it would be, the plot pricking tears to your eyes, his eyes continually drifting between the screen and your face, wrapped up in the blanket, watching you as you felt everything from the episode, your eyes wide and teary. 

“What the hell, this episode is so sad.” You sniffled into the blanket, wiping your wet eye with your bare hand before the tears could trickle down your cheeks. Taehyung’s hand began to rub soft, slow circles on your back. 

“I knew you’d love this part,” he murmured with a lazy smile, bringing the edge of his T-shirt to dry your eyes. “I cried when I watched it the first time.” 

“Love isn’t like this in real life. People don’t jump in front of moving traffic in slow motion to save their crushes anymore,” you moped into his chest. Taehyung laughed, his chest shaking under your cheek. 

“You want more people to jump into traffic?” 

You giggled through damp eyes. 

“You know what I mean. Do things like that, dedicate themselves to their people as they do in dramas.” 

Taehyung glanced at you for a second, his eyes flicking up and down your body, all of you, for a moment before turning his head back to the television. 

“I’d like to think I would.” 

“Oh yeah?” You said through a laugh. “What’s the craziest favour you’d do for me if I asked?”

“Well, that’s not fair,” he hummed. “I’d do anything for you.” 

You let out half a scoff before lifting your head to look at him, his eyes still on the show. 

“Anything?” You challenged him with a playfully raised brow. 

Taehyung turned to face you, his eyes earnest and round, your faces only a few inches apart. You two stared at each other, the warm blanket wrapping you even closer around him, a fire suddenly igniting in your stomach. He didn’t waver, just remained there, gazing at you, his face impossibly close to yours, with the same easy smile he always had when he looked at you. 

“Yes, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.” He blinked twice, his little dimple poking in his cheek as he held your gaze.

Your cheeks burned, and you crinkled your nose before turning back to the TV. 

“Okay, and I’d do anything for rose tteokbokki,” you muttered with a dismissive laugh, struggling to stop the heat from rising to your face. 

Taehyung exhaled through his nose, a tiny chuckle escaping his body, his eyes still not leaving your face. 

“No, not like that. You’d do anything to have tteokbokki. To be handed it. I would do anything for you. I’d want to earn you, you know, properly.” 

All the air had caught in your throat, the fire in your stomach burning impossibly hot. You peered back up at him, your eyes half-lidded now as you studied your best friend’s face and the way he looked at you like you held the sun in your eyes.

The TV had seemingly gone mute; the only thing you knew now was Taehyung’s wide, brown, asymmetrical eyes dancing delicately all over your face before landing indefinitely on your mouth. His arm stayed still around you, but his fingers splayed out against your arm, pressing ever so slightly deeper into your soft skin, and you felt him hold you a little harder. With a purpose.

A low, heavy flutter suddenly overcame your belly, so strong and unignorable that you almost let out a gasp. 

Taehyung’s eyes were still trained on your lips, his eyes half-lidded as he licked his own lip softly. He didn’t move–no, he didn’t dare move–as to not scare you away. He simply remained there, with you nestled up in his arms under the shared blanket, quietly begging you with his eyes to let him do what he wanted to do with you.

Your breath came out shaky, your nose still only centimetres away from each other. 

“Taehyung?” you whispered. 

“Mm?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Taehyung smiled at your reaction, your inexplicable speechlessness, before he finally filled the silence. 

“I’m so in love with you.” 

Your eyes widened so much that you had to force them shut and turn away from him for a moment. Your cheeks were flushed with heat, and you buried your face a little in the blanket with a tiny squeal. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle at your cute reaction, his hand on your arm, patting you once or twice to help you settle your nerves.

“Hey, please look at me.”

You lifted your head towards him, almost squirming in his gaze.

“You don’t have to answer me. It’s okay.” His large hand pet lazy comforting strokes along your arm, soothing you as he poured his heart out to you. “I just felt like it was important for you to know how I feel about you. You can take your time to sort out your feelings and let me know how you feel another time.” 

“No, I–” you fussed with the edge of the blanket, your fidgety habit taking over your body. You tried to form a sentence, but you could only feel the lump in your throat grow larger. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, letting your emotions bubble up until you felt like you were about to explode. 

“Why didn’t you ever make a move sooner?” You suddenly blurted. Taehyung’s eyes went wide initially, but then a smile budded on his heart-shaped lips. 

“I’m-I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I didn’t know if you…I guess I waited a long time, huh.” He fluffed the back of his damp hair, the back few strands lifting in a way that made your stomach tie itself in knots. 

You were flustered: embarrassed to the point where you were mildly irritated with how nervous you were. Taehyung knew that mood well, and the sight of you fidgeting drew a laugh from him.

“I should have told you sooner,” he murmured, reaching his hand up towards the back of your neck. “But I’m here now, as into you as I’ve always been. May I make my move now?” 

You scrunched your nose in embarrassment, but nodded.

He reached one hand up to cup your face, his warm thumb petted your cool cheek as he moved slowly closer towards you. It seemed like neither of you were breathing as he dipped his head a little lower, his forehead gently brushing against yours. Taehyung smiled before finally, after years of knowing each other, connecting his lips to yours.

It was cautious, respectful, the way a deer slowly steps out of the woods. His lips were soft against yours, slightly parted as he marked his affection against your mouth in a pillowy, sweet kiss. 

After a few moments, he pulled away, his eyes now half-lidded and seemingly darker. The loss of contact physically tugged at your chest, like you were denied something before you could be properly satisfied. His tongue darted out to swipe his lower lip, wetting the pink skin with saliva as he watched you for a sign, whether to continue or to stop.

Your eyes fluttered open, almost wet with how intimate this moment was between you two. 

“I wish you told me sooner,” you whispered before you leaned forward and pulled him back down against your lips.

Immediately, you released a held breath, and you felt him smile wide into the kiss. He reciprocated with a hum, tilting his head a little further so that he could kiss you deeper, more passionately. Your mouths danced into one another’s, noses brushing against each other’s with all the withheld affection and furrowed-brow excitement from the past several years together. 

The television was quiet now; the only sounds were the patter of the rain on the glass and the distant rumble of thunder. Taehyung’s hands were warm; his hand against your cheek had slowly drifted down to your jaw, then your neck, hooking you closer to him as if he was worried you would slip away again. His other hand had its hold around your waist, the warmth under the blanket contrasting the skin prick of goosebumps that had rippled across your whole body at your best friend’s touch.

His hands grazed your side so purposefully, like he was soothing your skin as he poured his love into you through your lips. He leaned further into you, and you could feel the towering height difference start to tip you backwards as you leaned further back onto your couch, until it was clear that Taehyung was almost on top of you. Your heart raced at the switch in position, your best friend gently laying you on your back as he climbed on top of you, careful not to push his weight down onto your body. 

Taehyung was now propped up over you on his arms, the flex of his biceps and forearms so close to your head making your head spin. His wet hair dangled off of his forehead; the new angle of seeing him above you like this could have drawn a sigh out of your mouth alone. His eyes looked calm, easy like Sunday morning as he lowered his mouth back against yours. Another breath escaped your lips, drowning in the minimal space left between your lips. 

“Tae,” you whispered as he dipped his head lower against yours, his little chain around his neck dangling and grazing against your chin. 

“We won’t do anything you don’t want to do,” he murmured into your mouth. “Is this okay?” 

You nodded into the kiss, your hands grabbing desperately onto his biceps as if you were trying to map out the shape of him above you with your eyes closed. Your one hand slid down the trail of his rigid abdomen through his shirt, your finger tracing down the valley between his muscles that led you straight down towards his waistband. Your hand lingered there, tugging on the drawstring ever so slightly, as if to ask for permission. Taehyung let out a deeper exhale against your mouth, halfway between a moan and a sigh of satisfaction. 

“Touch whatever you want, I’m all yours,” he whispered against your mouth. 

You felt your whole stomach flip, your heart racing as you finally got a glimpse into what you’ve been waiting for. Your hand traced down over the fabric of his pyjama pants until you rested your hand against a warm weight of his arousal. Your trace touches against him made him falter, his kiss into your mouth getting interrupted by a few sharp exhales. He gently pressed his hips further into your hand, inviting more friction between your fingers and the tent in his pants.

“That feels…” he trailed off, replacing his words with shallow exhales and desperate pushes of his hips. 

He deepened his kiss again, and you took the opportunity to tug his waistband down, leaving him in just his boxers, erect and bouncing beneath the thin fabric. 

“Y/N,” he murmured, brows pinching together at you undressing him. He lifted one hand to graze your chest, giving your breast an affectionate squeeze in reciprocation. The soft, wet plucks of your lips together sounded so sweet, so loving, despite the crashing waves of arousal in your lower core nearly making you nauseous. 

Taehyung stayed there, above you, worshipping you against your mouth, until you let out a particularly needy sound, his ears pricking at the tune of your want. He slowly slid himself down your body, until he was on your floor on his knees, his hands grabbing boyishly at your waistband. You felt like you could cry, your lower lip quivering as you watched your best friend slowly lower himself to his knees in front of you, kissing the exposed skin of your tummy and body like you were Aphrodite herself. 

You gave him the silent go-ahead, lifting your hips off of the couch, and he tugged your sweatpants and underwear down until you were bare, your soft thighs warm under his hands. Taehyung’s eyes were dark, blown out, his brows almost furrowed in frustration with how hard he was trying to show self-restraint. 

“You sure about this, Y/N?” he said with a roughness in his voice, his large hands resting their weight on your legs. He was looking up at you from between your legs, your exposed heat only several inches away from his face.

You nodded, your embarrassment pinching your cheeks until they were beet red, your naked lower half squirming under his touch. 

“Are…are you sure?” You suddenly felt shy again and turned your head away from him.

Taehyung looked up at you and crawled back onto the couch, establishing his spot over you again. His hand came up, bringing your chin up so that you were looking at each other again. His wide, dark eyes felt so different now, as if all the years of friendship had built up in his gaze, melting you with all the love he'd collected for you since university. 

“I can’t even begin to describe to you how sure I am about this,” he whispered with a smile, his eyes practically glowing with how intently he was taking you in. “I am so sure about you.” 

Your heart practically lept out of your chest, and Taehyung could feel how flustered you were through the scrunch of your nose. He chuckled softly and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips, numbing your face entirely. 

“Sh-show me, then,” you said through shaky breath. Your words hit him low in the stomach, and he let out a strained, cocky laugh before he took his own hard length in his hands. 

“I’ve been dying to.” 

And with that, Taehyung guided himself inside of you with his one free hand, the feeling of his tip parting your folds making both of you sigh. He sank halfway into you, the stretch of your walls around his size making you stutter.

“God,” you whined. “Please.” 

“You’re so warm,” he groaned, dipping himself further into you to test your waters.

He began to set his tempo, a moderate rhythm that let him feel every single ridge and valley within you. He dropped his head forward a little in his own pleasure, his chain still knocking teasingly against your chin. 

“I love you,” he murmured, the words tumbling off his tongue like he had been itching to tell you all along. 

Your chest was so full it could explode. 

Every gaze, every smile, every little gesture he insisted on doing for you, it all suddenly came together in your head, like a curtain had fallen, revealing to you how madly in love your best friend was with you the entire time. If you thought about it for too long, you could start crying.

Here he was now, warming you in his embrace, showing you with his body, hands and lips how highly he thought of you since the very day that you sat down at the library. 

“I love you too.” 

He let out a hitched breath into your neck, pressing another soft kiss along your collarbone. His hips stuttered against yours, his slight movement pushing his length deeper against your cervix. You let out a soft cry, coaxing him to keep going.

He let out another groan as he maintained pace, his one lifting your leg to wrap gently around his waist, holding your thigh against him, like even in this position, he held you, he had you.

“Please…please tell me again,” he whispered against your skin, your skin coming up in goosebumps with how vulnerable he was with you. He wasn’t just fucking you; he was marking his love for you, declaring his affection with every roll of his hips.

“Taehyung, I love you.”

He exhaled shakily again, eyes wide as he drank you in, your lips and brows pouting as you let your best friend make you his.

The blanket had fallen to the floor by now; your shirt was hiked up to your waist, pants discarded to the floor. Taehyung’s clothing was still on but only halfway, his pyjama pants sat low on his waist, just enough to let him focus on pleasing you. The ramen was forgotten about, abandoned on the table, the screensaver of your television drifting across the screen aimlessly. There was nothing else in the world that could tear your attention away from him right now. 

Another particular deep push of his head against your cervix made the two of you moan in unison, and you felt his muscles harden beneath your hands as they rested on his arms.

“Do you,” Taehyung breathed as his head fell forward, his eyes squeezed shut slightly as he licked his lip. He was fighting to hold it together so badly. “Do you have a condom?” 

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, and he lifted himself off you, his length sliding gently out of you, freeing you from the cage of his body above yours. You hopped off the couch for a moment, escaping into your bedroom for a moment. Taehyung watched you disappear into the other room, your semi-naked body sending him into a whirlwind of affection trapped in his chest. 

A moment later, you reappeared, shirtless and fully naked, your hair a little messy and half dry, one arm crossed over your chest shyly.

Taehyung felt like he could fly.

“Wow,” he whispered, his eyes wide and loving. “You are, so, so beautiful.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you made your way back to the couch, placing the condom in his hand. He tore it open with his teeth so easily, an immediate wave of arousal washing over you all over again, before rolling it on, his eyes never even daring to leave your face. 

Taehyung lowered you back to the couch on your back before he climbed over you carefully again. With a tug of the back of his shirt, he lifted the fabric off his body, revealing to you his perfectly built, chiselled bare abdomen. Even underneath the dim lights, your eyes traced the lines of his biceps, the curve of his pectoral muscles, the lines of his stomach that traced down towards his hard length, still bouncing and awaiting your salvation.

He caught a glimpse of your wandering eyes and let out a breathy laugh before fully leaning back down over you. 

“This was worth every second of waiting,” he whispered to you, his mouth tugged into a smile. 

He glanced down at where you two were connected, and guided himself back inside of you with one hand. But this time, his pace wasn’t just sweet and careful. It was passionate and desperate, like he was determined to please you, to have you squealing underneath him. 

“Taehyung,” you whined at the resumed pace, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively now. You grabbed onto his biceps in a moment of desperation, your nails digging into his muscle, leaving little crescent moons along the length of his arm. 

He let out a jagged groan in response, the sight of you gripping onto him so intensely only fueling the fire inside his chest. He picked up the pace, your nails raking down his biceps a little harder in response. 

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You can hold on to me, baby. I’ve got you.” 

“I’m…I’m close,” you whimpered, your eyes pinching shut as you felt your walls tighten and constrict around him, every thrust of him against you drawing you closer and closer to your completion. 

“You’re so-tight-” he stuttered, eyes shutting for just a second before he opened them again, desperate not to miss a single second of the view of you whimpering beneath him. Caged under him safely, like you only belonged to him tonight. 

Your abdomen tightened as you felt your climax about to tip over the edge. 

“Taehyung,” you whined. His eyes widened a little in understanding, nodding at you as he felt your orgasm begin to take its course. You let out a shattered cry as the wave of euphoria overtook you, the pleasure so unbearably much that your eyes fluttered shut as the waves of electricity shot through every nerve, every limb.

“No, look at me, please,” he murmured, a boyish moan escaping his lips as he moved inside of you. “Need you to–shit–look at me. Let me look at you like this.” 

You pried your eyes open, tears building up in the corners as you rode through your climax together with him. Taehyung has never looked so beautiful in his entire life, sweating and panting above you, desperately trying to hold out long enough to watch you fall apart underneath him. 

“Y/N,” he breathed. “I’m going to–”

“Mhm,” you whimpered. 

Taehyung let out a broken, boyish whine as his pace got sloppier, every thrust stuttering in its rhythm as his climax rocked through his limbs and abdomen. 

“Oh, mmph,” he whined as he forced himself to keep pushing through his climax, refusing to stop until he physically could not take it anymore. He thrusted into you a few more times before finally weakening, and with a pant, he collapsed on top of you. 

The apartment was quiet and warm, the city sounds below accompanied by the rain hitting against the glass and the staggered panting breaths between the two of you. Taehyung lifted his head a little, laughing as the events of tonight settled comfortably in his chest.

He lifted himself a little off of you so as not to pin you under his weight, his strong arms still propping him up on either side of your head as he gazed at you. He tilted his head a little to see you better in the dim light, his eyes dancing between your eyes, as if to check that what had just happened was real, wasn’t just a moment of weakness. 

“Hi,” he whispered with a small smile. 

“Hi,” you whispered back, your cheeks still flushed and lips still pouty from what had just transpired between you two.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he traced his thumb gently along your bare side, leaving raised bumps in his wake. “So sweet, so cute.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging him closer to you, and he hummed as he lowered himself behind you, readjusting to spoon you, pressing his warm, bare chest against your back. The couch wasn’t massive, but the tighter space felt all the better now. 

Taehyung lifted his head and pressed a loving kiss on the back of your shoulder. You giggled and turned your head upwards to look at him.

“I meant everything I said,” he murmured, his eyes still focused on studying your expression.

“I did too.” 

Taehyung’s smile was sleepy and wide, his eyes beaming warmer than ever. His gaze was different now, still as sweet as it always was, but he’d never looked more enamoured than tonight. The rain pattered as aggressively as it could against your windows, but in the safety of your apartment, tucked under your best friend’s bare arms, cradled underneath the warm blanket on your couch, nothing could possibly touch you in here.

No, nothing could reach you when you were here with him.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

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[heybaetae]

permission to dance lover taehyung is alive and well in 2026 🥺 cr. nbdtaylor

[quaftt]

pyro is so cutieful idk how I haven’t drawn them sooner i’m a fake fan

[heterogendermannerism]

you guys should watch world cup im not even joking

[032elapsed]

bro r u okay??

[rogerrrroger]

oh nah they got bro masking to avoid deletion 😭✌️

[pikaole]

Me and mom learned new English word.

[pikaole]

Wow…This is probably the most famous posts on my Tumblr lol. 

This is what I drew after this situation 👇

[possumcollege]

[southernsideofme-deactivated201]

Super Dad

[englishable]

Conclusion: human evolution has always depended in part upon some unassuming father’s ability to literally backflip his child out of the jaws of death.

[lanadiaries]

this video is wild

[headspace-hotel]

Dad brain, in .0003 seconds flat: P R O T E C C

[i-fear-neither-death-nor-pain]

This video gives me so much anxiety!

[theindependentconservative]

Go dads!

[urbanfantasyinspiration]

Scheduling this for Father’s Day

[qwertyu858]

Happy father’s day!! 🎉

[matumnaples]

Before June I have to share one of my favorite tiktoks

[softichill]

I think abt this tiktok all the time

[thesadcyborg9million]

Diversity hire bryson ur absolutely slaying

[pollo-hermano]

“data doesn’t have feelings” then what was the reason for those lethal side eyes?? huh???

[lyjaa]

Projecting my frustrations onto medic instead of scout for once

[scribbletropolis]

Stream Sketches

THANK YOU GUYS FOR JOINING!! 21 hours was crazy,, definitely gonna go back to animating

here's the uncolored version! I had to keep the colors lighter because my dumbahhh shades on the sketch layer and I can't adjust the shading

[probablypixel]

tadc the last act spoilers!!

this is what happened right?

[sofiaserafine]

the lesser of the two

[cursedartistnelari]

[kedamakedama]

🦅