hi there ^^! i'm brand new to your blog, but one of my mutuals has introduced me to your work, and i gotta say, I LOVE IT!!! it's been so long since i've engaged with outer banks and its fandom - i'm really rusty lol, but your fics are pure gold! have a lovely day!!!! 💖
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Hey there! I haven't stopped by in a little while, but I see you've rewritten some of your fics. I'm excited to see the direction you've gone with them, so I'll be sure to read them when I have the time! Other than that how have you been doing as of late?
ah hello my precious bean, how I've missed you!
as usual my adhd has begged for dopamine so I've been rewriting and reediting a lot of things, thank you for being so eager on my writings precious, I appreciate it so<3
in all honesty I am doing truly not well, but I'm still breathing and the earth continues to spin despite it so yeah:)
This is quantum physics in theory (incomprehensible unless you're a hardore math simp) but in practice it is Black Magic (you have to sell your soul and sabity in order to perform it).
btw @ everyone who can't wrap their heads around this, here's a longer video going into more detail about prepping the damaged area and mending/darning technique with actual explanations!
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.
One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.
So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.
It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.
I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.
My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.
That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.
My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.
Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.
Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.
So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.
heyyy girl, i wanted to ask you how do you have your text multiple colors, like gradient?? like how to make it change color. i don’t know if i made myself clear sorry😭 english isn’t my first language
this made total sense to me you’re good!!
i use this website
then you find the colours that you want to use through hex codes, which you can just search on any search engine and lots will come up!!
this one is a personal fav
so once you’ve copied your hex codes, paste them into this part of the coding.
then once they’re pasted press the ‘run’ button above
and then press ‘run fiddle’.
then if you’re on mobile, scroll down to the bottom right corner and press ‘run’ again.
then copy whatever comes up in the box below, open tumblr on the web and log in.
once you’re logged in, press the ‘create’ button to make a new file.
then click the symbol in the top right corner.
then scroll down to where it says ‘text editor’, and change it from ‘rich text’ to ‘HTML’.
then just copy in the code and press save as a draft.
then your text will be coloured, re open the app and give it a few seconds, then it’ll be in your drafts to work on!
lmk if there’s anything you’re confused about and i’ll make another repost clarifying!!
A list of resources to help you describe different colors in your writing.
The Color Thesaurus A collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
Color Reference Chart Another collection of infographics that show various shades of different colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
Hair Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of different hair colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
Eye Color Reference Chart A collection of infographics that show various shades of blue, brown, and green eye colors, each shade/color labeled by name.
Different Ways to Describe Hazel Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing hazel eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.
Different Ways to Describe Green Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing green eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.
Different Ways to Describe Blue Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing blue eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.
Different Ways to Describe Brown Eyes A list of ideas and suggestions for describing brown eyes. Can be used as prompts or for brainstorming.
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summary: you were John b’s little sister — the one jj knew he couldn’t have. but no matter how many drinks he downed or how many girls he pulled close, nothing could numb the way he wanted you.
warnings: angst, cussing, jealous!jj, jealous!reader, protective!johnb, drinking, kegger, douchebags, brief unwanted touching, protective!jj, arguing, love confession, small makeout sesh.
word count: 3.8k
You weren’t sure when it changed—when he changed.
JJ had always been your brother’s reckless, shit-talking best friend. The one who used to ruffle your hair like you were some annoying little kid, never sparing you a second glance. The one who stole fries off your plate without asking, flashing that infuriatingly smug grin when you glared at him. The one who teased you relentlessly, calling you kid or princess, like that was all you’d ever be to him, just John B’s little sister.
For years, he had been this untouchable presence in your life. Always there, always close, but never yours. He was the loudest in the room, the wildest of the Pogues, the one who could charm his way out of damn near anything. And to him, you had always been just that—the little girl trailing behind her older brother, desperately trying to keep up.
But somewhere along the way, something shifted.
JJ never thought much about you when you were younger. To him, you were just John B’s little sister—the tagalong, the kid who was always there, always in the background. You were the one who whined when he and John B ran too fast ahead, who used to get mad when they wouldn’t let you in on their stupid schemes. You were the little girl with scraped knees and tangled hair, always trying to prove you could keep up with the boys.
And for years, that’s all you were in his head—this little sister figure, someone to look out for but never really see. He’d ruffle your hair absentmindedly, steal food off your plate just to piss you off, tease you for things that barely made sense just to watch you get riled up. It was easy, natural. He never had to think twice about it.
But somewhere along the way, it changed.
JJ didn’t notice it at first, not really. You were always around, always there, just like you’d always been. But then one day—fuck, he didn’t even know when exactly he looked at you and saw something different.
It was little things at first. The way your laugh wasn’t the same high-pitched giggle he remembered but something richer, smoother—something that sent a shiver down his spine when he wasn’t expecting it. The way your eyes caught the light just right, making him stare a second too long before forcing himself to look away.
And then, suddenly, it wasn’t little things anymore.
It was the way your body had changed—how the softness of youth had melted into curves, how your legs looked longer, leaner, in those goddamn shorts you always wore. It was the way you carried yourself now, with a confidence that wasn’t there before. You didn’t try to be noticed, didn’t seek attention, and that made it worse. Because JJ noticed.
And fuck, you were beautiful. Not just pretty, not just cute, beautiful. The kind that made his mouth go dry, made his pulse stutter in a way that pissed him off because this was you. The same girl who used to chase after him and John B, the same girl who once cried because she lost her favorite bracelet in the marsh. But now? Now you were the girl who made his stomach tighten with something sharp and dangerous.
It hit him like a sucker punch one night when you were sitting by the fire, your head tilted back as you laughed at something Pope said. The flames flickered against your skin, turning your smile golden, your eyes bright, and JJ just stared. His chest went tight, his fingers twitching like they wanted to do something—reach out, touch, claim.
And that was when he realized he was fucked.
Because suddenly, you weren’t just John B’s little sister anymore— and that… was a fucking problem.
JJ had always been reckless, impulsive, the guy who did whatever the hell he wanted without thinking about the consequences. But this? You?
You were the one thing he couldn’t have. And John B made damn sure to remind him of that the second he caught him looking at you differently.
It happened fast. Too fast for JJ to even pretend he hadn’t been staring.
One second, he was watching you, completely wrapped in the way your lips curled around your beer bottle, the way your fingers absentmindedly traced over your thigh as you listened to Kie talk. And then fuck—your eyes met his. Just for a second. Just long enough for his pulse to kick up and for something unspoken to pass between you.
And that’s when John B’s voice cut through the noise, low and warning. “Nope.”
JJ barely had time to react before John B was in front of him, shoving a beer into his chest like that would somehow distract from the fact that JJ had definitely just been checking out his sister.
“Nope?” JJ echoed, playing dumb, throwing on that signature smirk like it would get him out of this.
John B didn’t buy it for a second.
“I know that look, dude,” he muttered, voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. His eyes were sharp, narrowed in a way that JJ rarely saw unless shit was serious. “And I’m telling you right now—don’t.”
JJ scoffed, popping the beer open with unnecessary force. “The hell are you talking about?”
John B’s jaw tensed. “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t even try that bullshit with me.” His voice dropped lower, a quiet threat buried beneath his words. “She’s off limits.”
JJ clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. Off limits. Like he was some dumbass who needed to be told. Like he hadn’t already spent weeks—months—forcing himself to ignore the way you made his heart fucking race every time you so much as looked at him.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” JJ muttered, taking a long pull from his beer, eyes darting anywhere but John B’s.
“Bullshit.” John B took a step closer, voice just low enough so no one else could hear. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
JJ felt his stomach tighten, but he kept his face blank, years of lying his way out of trouble kicking in. “The fuck does that mean?”
John B huffed a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “It means I know you, JJ. I know exactly what’s going on in that dumbass head of yours. And I’m telling you, whatever you’re thinking? Don’t.”
JJ should’ve said something—should’ve laughed it off, shoved John B’s shoulder, made a joke about how he wasn’t into you like that. But he couldn’t. Because the truth was, John B wasn’t wrong.
And fuck, that pissed him off. JJ swallowed hard, hating how fucking right John B was.
Because yeah, maybe he wanted you. Maybe he thought about you way more than he should. Maybe he’d caught himself staring at your lips, wondering how they’d feel against his own. Maybe he’d imagined what you’d sound like if he ever got the chance to touch you the way he wanted to.
But none of that mattered. Because you were off limits.
So, fine. If staying away was what John B wanted—what you deserved—then that’s what JJ would do.
And if that meant drowning himself in cheap beer and meaningless hookups to get you out of his fucking head? Then so be it.
If JJ Maybank wanted to drown himself in cheap beer and meaningless hookups, who were you to stop him?
That’s what you told yourself every time you watched him stumble around a kegger, some random girl tangled in his arms, lips pressed to hers like she was the only thing keeping him breathing. You told yourself it didn’t matter—that it wasn’t your place to care.
But fuck, it hurt.
It hurt every single time.
You weren’t even sure when it started—when JJ became more than just your brother’s best friend, more than the boy who used to steal your fries and ruffle your hair like you were some annoying little kid. Maybe it was the way his laugh made your heart skip, or the way his stupid, cocky smirk could turn your whole day around. Maybe it was the way he looked at you sometimes—like you weren’t just John B’s little sister, like you were something else.
At least, you used to think so. But then came the girls. And suddenly, JJ was never alone at a party. There was always someone new. Some girl in tight shorts and sun-kissed skin, some girl who wasn’t you.
You told yourself you were happy for him. That this was just JJ being JJ—reckless, wild, untouchable. That you had no right to be upset, no reason to feel like your stomach was being fucking ripped apart every time you saw him with someone else.
Because at the end of the day, you were just John B’s little sister. That’s all you’d ever be.
So you laughed along when the guys teased JJ about his latest fling, smiled when he threw an arm around your shoulder like you were one of the boys, swallowed back the ache in your chest when he leaned in and whispered about the girl he was taking home that night.
And when you saw him at the next party, tangled up with someone new, hands gripping her waist like she was the only thing on his mind? You just turned away. Because if JJ could pretend you didn’t fucking matter, then you could do the same.
You were halfway through your drink when he showed up, some guy you didn’t recognize, all too-smooth smile and sun-bleached hair.
“Didn’t think someone like you would be standing here alone.” His voice was low, like he thought that made him sound charming.
You forced a smile, barely hearing him over the thump of the music. Perfect. This was exactly what you needed — something, anything to distract you from the sight of JJ Maybank’s hands gripping some random girl’s waist like she was his fucking lifeline.
“I guess I’m just lucky like that,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.
He grinned wider, stepping closer. “Lucky, huh?”
He was standing too close now — his shoulder brushing yours, his gaze lingering a little too long on your legs. But you didn’t back away. Because if JJ could pretend you didn’t matter, then you could do the same.
“So,” the guy said, leaning in even closer. “You from around here?”
You almost laughed. Seriously? That was his line?
“Yeah,” you said dryly. “Pretty sure everyone here is.”
He chuckled like you’d said something funny. “Guess I’ll have to get to know you better then.”
His hand found your arm, too casual, like he thought he had a right to touch you. You almost shrugged him off, but then you caught something in the corner of your eye.
JJ.
He was watching. His arm was still slung lazily around the girl from earlier, but his gaze was locked on you. His smile was gone, replaced with something sharper, something darker.
And for a second, a stupid, reckless second, you leaned in closer to the guy. “You wanna grab another drink?” you asked, your voice just loud enough that you knew JJ could hear.
The guy grinned like he’d just hit the jackpot. “Hell yeah.”
He reached for your hand, and you let him.
You told yourself it didn’t matter, that JJ’s gaze burning into the side of your face wasn’t the reason you were doing this. That you weren’t playing a game you’d already lost.
The guy’s arm stayed draped lazily over your shoulders as you walked toward the keg. His fingers traced your bare skin, and you forced yourself to ignore the unease curling in your stomach. This was fine. This was what you wanted — a distraction, something to pull your mind off JJ Maybank and the way he’d spent the last few months tangled up with random girls that weren’t you.
“I’ll grab you one,” the guy said, flashing you a grin before reaching for a cup.
You gave a tight smile and let your eyes drift back to the fire, searching the crowd even though you knew exactly who you were looking for. Sure enough, JJ was still watching. His arms were crossed over his chest, face half-lit by the flames, jaw tight enough to crack.
Don’t think about him.
The guy returned a moment later, handing you a drink and stepping even closer. “So,” he said, voice low. “You wanna get outta here?”
You forced a smile. “I’m good right here.”
“Yeah?” His hand slid to your waist again, lower this time, fingers pressing against the curve of your hip.
Your smile faltered. “I said I’m good.”
But he didn’t move. His grip tightened just a little, and suddenly you felt boxed in and his body was too close, the noise of the party swallowing your voice.
“C’mon,” he coaxed. “Don’t be like that.”
“Dude, I said no.” You took a step back, but his fingers caught your wrist before you could pull away.
“The lady said no.”
JJ’s voice cut through the noise like a knife, sharp and cold and suddenly he was there, shoving his way between you and the guy. His hand shot out, fingers clamping around the guy’s wrist hard enough to make him wince.
“Let go,” JJ warned, voice low and dangerous.
“Jesus, chill out, man.” The guy released you instantly, yanking his arm back like he’d been burned. “I was just talking to her.”
“Yeah?” JJ’s eyes narrowed, that wild edge flickering behind his gaze. “Then you can fuck off somewhere else.”
The guy muttered something under his breath, but he didn’t push it. He turned and stalked back toward the party, disappearing into the crowd.
“Fucking asshole,” JJ muttered, still glaring after him.
You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, your heart still racing. “I could’ve handled it.”
JJ turned to you then, eyes dragging over your face like he was trying to convince himself you were okay. “I know,” he said finally, voice softer now. “I know you could’ve.”
His eyes flicked lower, and you suddenly realized his hand was still on your waist. His fingers pressed firm and warm against your skin, grounding you in a way you hadn’t even known you needed.
“You good?” he asked.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly tight. “Yeah,” you said, but your voice wavered.
JJ’s gaze lingered a second longer before his hand slid away, leaving a trail of heat behind. “You shouldn’t let assholes like that put their hands on you,” he muttered.
“Oh yeah?” You forced a shaky laugh. “Guess I’ll start carrying a taser.”
JJ snorted, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I mean it,” he said, more serious now. “You deserve better than some drunk douchebag who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means.”
“Yeah?” You arched a brow. “And who exactly do I deserve?”
“You’re always doing this,” JJ barked, his voice sharp and strained like he was barely holding something back.
“Doing what?” you shot back, your voice just as heated. “Go ahead, JJ, fucking say it.”
“You always go for the wrong guys,” he snapped. “Every time.”
You let out a harsh laugh, one that hurt your chest. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. What do you even care? You’ve been too busy screwing half the island to notice anything I do.”
JJ’s face twisted, that easy grin of his long gone. “Yeah?” His voice dipped lower. “Well, at least I know what I’m getting into. Meanwhile, you’re out here letting assholes sweet-talk you into shit you know better than to fall for.”
“Yeah? Well maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t too busy shoving your tongue down every random girl’s throat!” It was out before you could stop it, your voice too loud, too raw.
JJ blinked like you’d slapped him, then his face hardened. “At least those girls don’t pretend they don’t give a shit about me.”
“Oh, give me a break.” You scoffed and turned on your heel, walking away before you said something worse.
“Don’t walk away,” JJ barked behind you. “We’re not done.”
“Yeah, we are,” you shot back without turning around.
But of course, JJ didn’t listen. His boots thudded against the sand, quick and determined. “You’re seriously just gonna walk away from me?”
“Watch me.” Your fingers curled into fists as you stormed toward the lifeguard stand, desperate to get away from the party, from JJ, and from the burn sitting heavy in your chest.
“Would you stop?” JJ’s hand wrapped around your wrist, and you jerked away from his touch.
“Don’t,” you snapped, spinning around to face him. “Just don’t.”
JJ stood there, chest heaving, face flushed, but not from the fight. His eyes dragged over you, lingering too long on the curve of your hips, the way your shirt clung to you from the humid air.
“What?” you challenged, heart racing now for an entirely different reason.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, voice rough and low.
“Yeah?” You let out a humorless laugh. “Well, the feeling’s mutual.”
“Yeah?” JJ stepped closer, close enough that you had to tilt your chin to meet his eyes. “’Cause you sure as hell don’t act like it.”
“Oh, fuck you,” you bit out. “You’ve spent weeks hopping from girl to girl like it’s a sport.”
“You think that’s what I wanted?” His voice sharpened, something raw breaking through. “You think I wanted to sit back and watch you with those guys? Pretend I didn’t give a shit?”
You swallowed hard, unsure what to say — unsure what this even was.
JJ shook his head, running a hand through his hair like he was barely hanging on. “You have no idea,” he muttered.
“Then tell me,” you shot back. “Since you’ve got so much to say, JJ, go ahead. Tell me what the hell your problem is.”
His eyes locked on yours, blazing like a goddamn wildfire. “You’re my problem,” he said, stepping in closer. “You’re all I fucking think about.”
Before you could process it, before you could even breathe, JJ had you pinned against the lifeguard stand. His body crowded yours, one hand braced on the post beside your head. His other hand hovered at your waist like he was holding himself back.
“JJ,” you warned, but your voice faltered.
“What?” His voice was low, rough, like gravel. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You want me to stop?”
You should’ve said yes. Should’ve shoved him away before this went too far. But you didn’t — you couldn’t. You wanted this.
“Didn’t think so,” JJ muttered, and then his hand slid to your waist, fingers curling against your skin as he kissed you hard and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this for a long, long time. The moment JJ’s lips crashed against yours, it was like a fucking spark ignited inside you, hot and dangerous, burning through whatever control either of you had left. His hand gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging in like he was terrified you might slip away.
The rough wood of the lifeguard stand pressed against your back, grounding you as JJ kissed you like he was starving— like he’d been holding back for far too long and now that he’d started, there was no stopping.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers twisting in his shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. His body was solid against yours, warm and hard muscle pressed flush to your chest, his thigh slotting between your legs in a way that had heat crawling up your neck.
“Fuck,” JJ muttered against your mouth, breathless and wrecked. His lips dragged along your jaw, leaving a burning trail behind. “You’re gonna drive me insane.”
“You’re already there,” you shot back, but your voice was softer than you meant it to be, your fingers still clutching his shirt like you needed something to hold on to.
JJ huffed a low laugh against your skin, but there was nothing smug about it — no cocky grin or lazy charm. He was too far gone for that. His mouth found your throat, teeth scraping lightly before he sucked just hard enough to leave a mark. Your breath hitched, and JJ felt it, you knew he did because his hand slid lower, fingers curling around your hip like he was holding on for dear life.
“You’re so fucking…” He trailed off like he couldn’t find the words, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he dragged in a shaky breath. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “JJ…”
“I tried,” he muttered, voice low and raw. “I fucking tried to stay away. Figured if I kept myself busy, I could… I don’t know — forget or something. Thought if I kept telling myself you were just John B’s sister…”
His words hung heavy in the air, unfinished but understood.
“You think I didn’t notice?” Your voice shook, but you didn’t care. “You think it didn’t fucking kill me watching you with all those girls?”
JJ’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto yours. “Then why didn’t you say something?” His voice cracked, that hint of vulnerability sneaking through.
“Because you don’t see me like that,” you shot back. “I’m just—”
“Don’t,” JJ cut in, voice firm. “Don’t say you’re just John B’s sister.” His hand shifted from your hip to your face, fingers threading into your hair. “That’s not… that’s never been what you are to me.”
His thumb brushed your cheek, and you swore you felt your heart fucking stutter. He was so close, eyes dark and serious with no hint of a smirk in sight.
“You’re it for me,” JJ said quietly, like he was scared to admit it out loud. “You’ve always been it.”
Your breath caught, fingers flexing in his shirt. “Then why…”
“Because I didn’t think I could have you,” he said, voice breaking like the words hurt to say. “Didn’t think I deserved you.”
For a second, neither of you moved. You just stood there, breathing heavy, tension crackling between you like lightning. Then JJ kissed you again, slower this time, less desperate but somehow deeper. Like he wasn’t just kissing you; he was trying to fucking memorize you, the way your breath caught, the way your fingers tangled in his hair, the way your body melted into his like you belonged there.
“Tell me to stop,” JJ rasped against your lips, his fingers tightening in your hair. “If you don’t want this… just say it.”
You swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud you could barely think. “I don’t want you to stop.”
That was all JJ needed to hear. His mouth was back on yours in an instant, hot and messy and perfect, like he was making up for all the time you’d both wasted pretending this wasn’t inevitable.
author’s note:
ahh, I hope you like this fic, nonny! I hope this is what you were thinking of and wanting! this was my very first jj fic to write! I’m so excited I finally got to write for my favorite blond and hope that this is only the first of many!
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hey babe are you okay you reblogged the daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person. several times
Summary: Finally, the boys are able to take a break without any cameras and fans. And since they will be a private compound on their own, of course Yoongi invited you. And now that you're able to comfortably spend time with him, you want to make full use of it before he goes back to work.
Word count: 7,395
When Yoongi unlocked the door to the apartment, he was greeted to by the sight of you blasting 'Haegeum' and throwing hand signs around, jumping on the spot like you were at one of his AGUST D D-Day concerts.
"이 노래는 해금" You tried your best to rap, still not noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall, watching you with an amused smile on his face.
"Ayy!" You couldn't catch up with all the lyrics of his rap so you kept throwing 'ayy's around.
"어쩌면 이 또한 또 다른 해금, yeah" You finished and Yoongi pushed himself off the wall, clapping to finally make his presence known.
"What the-" You jumped and let out a yelp.
"H-How long have you been there?" You screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Yoongi continued clapping and laughing at how surprised you looked to see him.
"Halfway through the chorus. Although I wish I was here to see the entire performance." He chuckled.
"Damn right, you know I'm way better than Agust D. But sorry, there are no encores around here." You scoffed.
"Yeah, we don't know who Agust D thinks he is." Yoongi smiled and shuffled over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You threw your arms over his neck, tip toeing slightly to hug him properly. You tightened your hold around him as he turned his head just enough to press a kiss to your cheek.
"How was the studio session?" You asked.
"It went better than I expected. I should be able to record guide vocals with Jungkook soon." He replied, one hand moving to stroke your lower back affectionately.
"That's great." You giggled, pulling back to give him a peck. You helped him remove his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.
"Oh, right. I wanted to tell you, the boys wanna head up to the Soop estate to stay for a few days." He informed.
"Ah, I see. Go ahead, I think it's a great idea. You all should take the chance to get away for a bit before promotions really kick off again." You said, going to the kitchen.
"You should come too." He followed you into the kitchen, grabbing a cold coffee from the fridge.
"Yoongi, I would love to but... you remember the last time... it was hard for everyone to hide me from the cameras..." You sighed.
"I know, aegi. But the management said there will be no cameras, no content filming, no fans, nothing. We'll have the whole place to ourselves with security in case of trespassers. So if you would like to go, I would love to have you there." He held your hand.
"Oh, sure. If the boys are okay with it." You smiled, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.
"Please, of course they are okay with it. They didn't even care about whether I was going, all they wanted to know was if you were going." He rolled his eyes.
"Alright. I have some vacation days my boss has been asking me to take anyway so the timing is perfect." You said.
"It's settled then. Go get packed, we're leaving tomorrow morning at 5 am." Yoongi patted your hip.
"We'll have our own room, bathroom and small seating area. And of course, the camper van is ours too. You've seen it on the show, it's like the one Jungkook stayed in with Bam." Yoongi informed.
"I mean, if the other members need more privacy, I don't mind sharing a bathroom or living room space." You shrugged.
"No, no, no. Don't say that. For me, we need our own space." Yoongi was quick to interject, shaking his head.
"Sure~" You laughed.
During In The Soop 1, Yoongi spoke to management about you tagging along with them and they agreed since Yoongi would be using the camper on his own. But even so, it was hard for you to stay hidden. You would have to duck out of the way, wake up earlier to leave the bed and make sure your stuff was hidden.
On top of that, the editing team had to do multiple rounds of checks to make sure that any footage of you or your belongings being captured was removed.
"Go shower, I'll start packing." You waved him off. He hummed and came over to kiss your temple before going to the bathroom.
"Shirts, pants, underwear..." You took out a few sets and laid them on the bed.
"Hoodies... Dresses..." Leaving Yoongi's clothes on the bed for him to check first, you packed your stuff into the suitcase. Then you packed make up and some travel toiletries.
"They have toiletries there, aegi. Unless you need something specific." Yoongi said, re-entering the room.
"Oh, okay. Saves me the space then. Can you check if that's enough clothes for you?" You asked.
"I think I'll take a few more shirts. Last time, I ended up being pushed into the pool by a drunk Namjoon. It was edited out since most of them were drunk and removing their clothes." He let out a sigh.
"I'm sure the fans would have liked to watch that." You raised your eyebrows. Yoongi helped you with the packing, stuffing his things into his own suitcase. He put your skincare along with his own in his travel pouch and packed that.
"I can finish up here if you want to nap." You told him, knowing he was working in the studio the whole of last night.
"It's alright, we're almost done." Yoongi patted your head. He took the clothes that you both decided not to bring and put them back into the drawers or hung them back up in the closet.
"Aegi, should I add your skirt to this hanger with the rest or would you prefer me to use a new one?" He asked.
"A new one would be great. The other one looks too full." You said.
"Good idea." He went to the laundry area to get a spare hanger and came back, neatly hanging your skirts before putting it back into your side of the closet.
"Okay, we're done! Time for us to sleep." He declared.
"Yoongi, it's 1pm. I'm not sleepy! You go to sleep." You said between your giggles.
"No, you know I can't sleep without you." He grumbled in a low voice, not sure if it was meant for you to hear of not. But without another word, Yoongi laid on his side of the bed, scrolling on his phone.
"Aren't you tired?" You tilted your head.
"I am... I'm just waiting for you." He let out a big yawn, stretching his arms and legs like a cat. You let out a sigh of defeat and moved the packed bags aside, crawling into bed with him. Yoongi used to sleep on the left but after his surgery, he changed to the right so he wouldn't sleep on his left.
"That's better." He cleared his throat, pulling you close and letting you sleep on his right arm, his left casually slung over your hip. You felt him kiss the top of your head.
"Ugh." You tried to sleep but you had just woken up not too long ago. On the other hand, Yoongi fell asleep so quickly.
"You always work so hard." You whispered, reaching up to stroke his cheek as he slept.
"I love you." You were glad he was done with military. Yes, as a social service officer, you saw Yoongi everyday but he always looked so tired and frustrated that he didn't have time to work on music.
You slipped out of Yoongi's hold and left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.
"Clean up, do laundry, make snacks, pack drinks." You made a list.
Since you and Yoongi were not going to be around, you wanted to clean the house and do as many chores as you could so you wouldn't have to do them when you get back.
"Aegi?" Yoongi lifted his head to find himself along in bed. His hand touched your side of the bed, feeling how cold the sheets were. He groaned as he sat up and yawned. Slipping on his house slippers, Yoongi left the bedroom.
"Aegiiii..." His sleep riddled voice called out for you.
"In the kitchen!" You replied. Yoongi blinked in confusion and went over to the kitchen. He watched with a small frown as you were wrapping the rice ball in cling wrap.
"W-What are you doing?" Yoongi came closer, leaning closer and squinting to figure out what you were doing.
"Make snacks for us and the others to eat on the bus ride." You laughed, pulling him back.
"It's just snacks, babe. We might get hungry or the others might get hungry too." You said, putting all the rice balls aside, next to the wrapped sandwiches.
"Thank you for doing this." He smiled.
"I'm always happy to feed you and the boys." You put all the items into the fridge, intending to bring them in a cooler bag later.
"You made Japanese potato salad?" His eyes widened when he saw you put two containers in too.
"Mhmm. I know you like it. Plus, I ran out of bread and since I was boiling eggs anyway, I took some for potato salad. This second one container has no cucumbers, its for Taehyung." You explained, going to grab some disposable cutlery that you and Yoongi collect from all your food deliveries.
"You spoil them too much." He clicked his tongue, stealing a boiled egg to eat. Yoongi always says you give in too much to the younger ones but it's always hard to tell them no.
"You spoil them too! Jungkook's whole 'Yoongi hyung never scolds me' thing." You put your hands on your hips.
"T-That's different." He looked away, his ears turning red.
"Sure, it is. You keep telling yourself that. And I don't just spoil them, I spoil you too, Yoonie~" You cooed at him, pinching his cheek. He scoffed and slapped your hands away.
"You know I hate all your nicknames... And you're meant to spoil me, you're dating me, not them." He glared.
"Don't worry, I didn't forget that." You hugged his waist, leaning your head on his chest.
"You better not." His clean hand came to stroke the back of your head. As you cleaned up the kitchen counter, Yoongi heated up the leftovers for you have dinner.
"Aegi, dinner time. Stop working." Yoongi called you like a mother calls her child, putting the plates of food on the dining table. You closed your laptop and went over to help him, grabbing the side dishes from the fridge and the cutlery.
"I managed to file for my leave. I shot my boss a text and he told me to go ahead, he'll approve it tomorrow morning." You informed.
"That's great, aegi. So, you can take the time to just relax and immerse yourself in nature with me." He smiled. You nodded with a hum and sat down.
"Thank you for the food, Yoongi." You picked up your chopsticks.
"You're very welcome. Eat up, aegi." He removed the bone from the galbi and placed the meat on your rice.
After dinner, you did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while Yoongi did his own packing. He never went anywhere without his music and sound recording equipment.
"You know, usually partners would get nagged at for bringing work things on vacation." Yoongi joked.
"Why would I nag you on something that brings you happiness? If by chance, that's work. So be it." You shrugged.
"You're something else, aegi." He chuckled and shook his head, carefully packing his expensive equipment into their foam cases and zipping up his guitar. Then he grabbed his computer bag to pack his laptop and all the wires. It was satisfying to watch him pack, he was so neat and meticulous.
"Would you prefer me to nag...?" You teased. He shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. Once he was done, you placed all your things by the door.
"Okay, we have a few hours to sleep then we have to go." He reached out to hold your hand.
"I'm excited! I haven't seen this new estate." You clapped your hands happily.
"Oh, that's right! I forgot you haven't seen the estate before... And I event went again for song camp when producing D-Day." Yoongi slapped his forehead in realisation and you nodded.
"Of course I wouldn't go for song camp." You said. You knew you wouldn't value add and just be a distraction if you went."
"I think you'll like it, there's a lot more space than the first Soop location they rented." He squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush.
"But the company actually owns this place, right? Like the whole area. The first estate was a rental." You asked. He hummed and began to brush his teeth, so did you.
"I'll set an alarm. Goodnight, aegi." Yoongi mumbled, eyes on his phone, playing his basketball game.
"Goodnight, Yoon." You wished back, tucking yourself against his side. As he used his phone, his other hand absentmindedly stroked your head, which lulled you to sleep really quickly. Left with only 3 hours to sleep, he put his phone away to join you in dreamland.
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"Everything is packed." You zipped up the cooler bag with all the food that you prepared last night. Yoongi insisted on handling most of the bags, loading them into the car.
"So I'll leave the car at HYBE while we're at the estate. The others should be making their way there, the bus leaves at 6." He said.
"Mmm..." You hummed, still tired.
"Aigoo, my precious girl. You can sleep on the bus." Yoongi leaned over to cup your cheeks. You pouted at him, making him chuckle as he started the car to drive.
"(y/n)!" Your name was yelled across the carpark as you and Yoongi unloaded the bags.
"Shhh! Taehyung ah, you're too loud." Jimin chided.
"Hi." You waved, trying to hide your yawn as you helped Yoongi with the bags. Of course, the boys took over the bags, sharing the load especially with Yoongi's music and recording equipment. You all took the lift up to the back of HYBE, where the bus was waiting and the other boys were boarding.
"Good morning." You bowed to the others and Yoongi sent them a lazy wave, passing the bags to the bus captain who was loading them into storage.
"Glad you could join us." Namjoon smiled.
"Thank you for having me." You giggled, adjusting the scarf Yoongi bundled around your neck.
"Oh my, Jungkook's bringing Bam? Hello, Bamie~" You cooed as Jungkookg walked over with the doberman. Bam jumped excitedly, standing on his hind legs to sniff you and lick you.
"I've missed you too, big baby. Yes, good boy." You rubbed your ears. When Yoongi was done, he grabbed your hand.
"Let's get out of the cold." He said softly and led you to the bus, helping you up the steps.
"(y/n) packed food for everyone." Yoongi announced to the other boys who were settling in their seats, and Jungkook was trying to settle Bam down.
"Thank you, (y/n)! You're a life saver." The boys all threw thanks their way. Jin volunteered to have the cooler bag of food beside him since he had a spare seat beside him and he could help hand it out to the boys for you.
"Yes, she is." Yoongi mumbled under his breath with a chuckle but you heard him.
"You don't have to stay awake, aegi. Go to sleep." He put his arm around you. With such a big bus, everyone took alternate rows to be able to recline their seats comfortably.
"The rice balls are good, (y/n)!" Jungkook said, his words muffled by the food he stuffed in his mouth.
"Thank you." You replied with a giggle before leaning back in your seat. You didn't know when you fell asleep but Yoongi opened the small lap blanket he brought and draped it over you.
"Can we dim the lights a little?" Yoongi requested. The manager asked the bus driver to lower the lights.
"So hyung, how happy are you to have her here?" Jimin asked from across the aisle, watching Yoongi draw the curtains and adjust the overhead airconditioning vent so it wasn't blowing in your face. Yoongi turned around to glare at the younger before checking on you, making sure you didn't hear Jimin.
"Thankfully she had enough vacation days to come with us. She deserves a nice break too." Yoongi replied, not answering Jimin's question directly.
"You're always afraid to gush about her, around her. You do it silently, behind her back." Taehyung pointed out with a laugh.
"I don't gush about her. I just appreciate her and what she does for me." Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"Sure, hyung. You don't gush... keep telling yourself that." Namjoon chuckled, eyes still trained on his kindle. Luckily the bus was dark that they couldn't see the light blush on Yoongi's cheeks.
"I don't gush." Yoongi looked back at your sleeping face, not sure who he was trying to convince at this point.
When you woke up, you felt Yoongi's head on your shoulder and tried your best not to move.
"Jimin, can you hand me my phone there?" You whispered to the male who was playing his nintendo switch. He nodded and reached over to get your phone from the seat pocket.
"Thank you." You smiled softly. Like all younger brothers do, Jimin retrieved his own phone and snapped a picture of sleeping Yoongi on your shoulder before retreating back to his seat to continue his game. You chuckled and shook your head.
"He's going to kill you if he knows." You told him.
"Then don't tell him." Jimin snickered. You spent the remainder of hte bus ride on your phone, not wanting to move to disturb Yoongi.
"We're here, everyone. Wake up!" Namjoon stood up. You gently patted Yoongi's thigh to wake him. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around.
"Good morning, Yoongi." You giggled.
"Good morning, aegi." He yawned and stretched his arms. As everyone was busy gathering their stuff, you gave him a peck.
"Come on, let's get off this bus." He helped you pack and held your hand as you got off the bus. Standing in the mansion estate, it was so much bigger than what the television showed.
"Let's go, Bam!' Jungkook let Bam off his leash and started running towards his room with his bags in tow.
"He has so much energy." Jin clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"All he did was sleep and eat on the bus." Hoseok laughed. You were unsure of where to go so you just followed Yoongi. He slid open one of the sliding doors to a room in one of the villas. Like Yoongi said, it was exactly like Jungkook and Bam's room in the show, practically like a studio apartment without a kitchen.
"Wow, I can't believe this is just one section of the villa." You said, pushing the suitcases to the corner.
"Yeah, each room has a small living space and bathroom. Then the kitchen and big living room is in the main mansion." Yoongi said, closing the door behind him.
"I do watch In The Soop, you know?" You teased. He scoffed and went into the room.
"Ah. This is comfy." He laid on the bed.
"It's so nice and tranquil here." You said, moving to lay on him, resting your head on his chest. Yoongi lazily threw an arm over your shoulders to hold you.
"As much as I would like to continue sleeping in an actual bed, we need lunch. Everyone ate your food but you." Yoongi said.
"But I'm not hungry." You yawned, burying your face into his chest. Yoongi kissed the top of your head.
"Lovebirds! Are we doing lunch or what?" You heard Jin's voice from your door. You yelled out an acknowledgement to the oldest and immediately got up, making Yoongi let out an annoyed groan from behind you.
"We'll wash up and be right there!" You smiled to Jin. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up before leaving to head to the mansion. You went to wash your face.
"Aegiiii..." Yoongi drowned out and leaned his body against yours, his hands holding your waist from behind.
"I'm trying to wash my face!" You squealed, feeling his fringe tickle the back of your neck.
After you and Yoongi washed up, you convinced him to at least have lunch. Hand in hand, you strolled to the mansion. Yoongi looked around the place, ruffling his hair with his free hand.
"What are you craving for?" Yoongi asked, the both of you removing your shoes before entering the mansion.
"I'll have what the others are having. You know I'm not picky." You shrugged.
"I know but I'd much rather cook something you want to eat and not something the younger ones want." He chuckled. The two of you saw the others playing games in the living room.
"Woah, be careful, aegi." He grasped your waist to move you out of the way before Taehyung could accidentally hit you while challenging Jin and Jungkook.. You followed him to the kitchen to help him cook. Yoongi opened the fridge to look at what the managers had stocked up for your stay here.
"What about cheesy dakgalbi?" He turned to you, smiling when he saw your eyes light up with excitement and happiness. You nodded your head.
"I'll cut the vegetables, you can handle the meat." You told him.
"You should rest. Let me cook." Yoongi crossed his arms as you took out the cabbage, carrots, onions and potatoes.
"I am resting. Doing this with you is rest." You said, retrieving a cutting board and knife. Yoongi shot you a flat look but didn't argue, preparing the chicken and marinade.
"What are we cooking?" Hoseok came into the house with Jimin. The shorter male joined the others in the living room, playing games.
"Dakgalbi." Yoongi replied.
"Anything I can help with? Make some coffee?" Hoseok suggested. You and Yoongi immediately nodded.
"Coffee would be amazing, Seok. Thank you." You giggled, chopping the cabbage and putting all the vegetables into a bowl for Yoongi to cook with later.
"Oooh, this smart stove is really cool." You watched Yoongi put two big pans over the stove. With 8 people, he probably thought it would be easier to eat out of two pans rather than everyone trying to get into one pan.
"I'll make some gyeranmari and dumplings to eat on the side." You said, cooking on the stove at the back. After giving you both your coffees, Hoseok helped you with cooking the sides.
"Lunch! Call whoever is not here!" Yoongi yelled.
"Coming!" Those in the living room came out. Taehyung called Namjoon over while Jungkook grabbed cutlery.
You all sat together to eat, some of the boys sharing the microwave rice packs, knowing they will probably use the leftovers to make fried rice to share later.
"Thank you for cooking!" The boys chimed before digging in.
"Mmm." You nodded happily. Yoongi placed some chicken on your plate, his free arm resting on the back of your chair the entire time.
"This is just what I needed! We should bring you on vacations more often, (y/n)." Taehyung exclaimed happily, making a wrap with the chicken and eating it in one mouthful.
"She's not your personal chef." Yoongi sent Taehyung a look but you knew they were just joking.
After lunch was done, those that didn't cook were on clean up duty. Yoongi took the opportunity to get you out of there. He grasped your wrist and practically dragged you back your shared room at the villa, making it clear he didn't really want to stay and socialise with the other members anymore.
"You're being anti social. Maybe the boys want to spend more time with you." You slapped his arm.
"We can do that another time. Now is me and you time." He huffed, removing his hoodie so he was just in his undershirt.
"I need to use the bathroom." You went to the bathroom, also getting out of your uncomfortable clothes. You changed into something comfier, aka Yoongi's shirt.
"We're going to stay in bed until we are called for dinner." Yoongi said when you entered the room.
"I like that plan." You giggled and fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you to turn you around so you were on your sides.
"I'm just happy to spend time with you." You reached out to cup his cheeks, caressing the skin with your thumbs. Yoongi gave you a gummy smile and lifted your hands to kiss your fingertips.
"Are you sleepy?" He asked.
"No, I think I slept enough in the bus." You said, betrayed by your yawn.
"Yeah, we'll see about that." He stroked the back of your head. You scoffed and pulled away, sitting up to lean against the headboard with an intention to read. Yoongi shifted himself so his head could rest in your lap.
"You should sleep more." You patted his head, knowing that he probably didn't sleep well on the bus.
It felt so peaceful and normal to spend time with Yoongi like this. With you, he wasn't an idol, he was just your boyfriend and the two of you were spending some time off together.
"Feeling sleepy yet?" He murmured sleepily, hugging your legs like a bolster.
"No, I'm not. Now, stop interrupting my reading." You said. It didn't take long for Yoongi to fall asleep.
"(y/n)? Are you here?" You looked up from your book to find Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook at your doorway. Luckily Yoongi pulled the blanket to hide your bare legs.
"Shh..." You hushed them, pointing to the sleeping Yoongi who was hugging your legs.
"Come play." They waved you over.
"But..." You gestured to the sleeping Yoongi. No one ever dares to wake Yoongi up, maybe except Taehyung with kindergarten music playing in the background. The 3 couldn't help you now since you were pantless and you were pretty sure Yoongi might have an aneurysm if he knew that they saw you.
"Go, I'll come out in a bit." You told them. They gave you thumbs ups and closed the bedroom door. Looking down at Yoongi, you carefully shifted away, replacing your legs with a pillow quickly.
"Sorry." You stroked his head in case he woke up. It was hard when he had almost all his weight on your legs.
"I'll be back." You leaned down to kiss his cheek. Yoongi didn't seem bothered by you moving him.
Looking around, you grabbed a pair of sweats and put it on before going out, where the 3 boys were waiting for you in the tiny living room area.
"Let's go!" Taehyung held your hand and pulled you out.
"Where did she gooooo?" Yoongi groaned, feeling the pillow against his cheek instead of you. He sat up, seeing the sun starting to set.
"Aegi?" He called out from bed but there was no reply. Ruffling his hair and yawning, he got out of bed and noticed that his sweats were missing from the floor.
"Nooooo!" Yoongi heard your squeal and grabbed a new pair of pants, going out to see where you were.
There you were, playing in the rain with Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. Jungkook was chasing after you and Jimin with an evil smile. Yoongi grabbed an umbrella and exited the room, he stood there quietly, watching all of you play.
"Oh! Yoongi!" You spotted your cat-like boyfriend, standing there with his black umbrella, and waved at him. Yoongi smiled back at you. Since you were distracted, Jungkook suddenly grabbed you.
"Ah!" You yelped in shock as he lifted you up.
"Yah! Be careful with her!" Yoongi barked, coming over to where you all were playing.
"I'm fine, Yoongi. Don't worry." You grinned, drenched from head to toe. Yoongi sighed and reached out to move gently your wet hair away from your face.
"I'm going to get started on dinner. You guys should go dry up so we can eat." Yoongi said.
"Aww!" Everyone jeered but Yoongi was not budging, he was really worried about you catching a cold.
Despite you already being damp, Yoongi still sheltered you with his umbrella all the way back to your share room. He entered first to put a towel on the flower so you wouldn't slip coming in.
"Leave your clothes in that bathroom when you're done. I'll put them in the dryer later." Yoongi told you. You nodded and leaned forward to give him a grateful peck on the cheek but you were careful not to let your wet hair drip onto his clothes. After that, he left you to shower and warm yourself up.
"(y/n), are you heading to the main house?" You caught Namjoon coming down from the room upstairs.
"Yeah. But I think the spare umbrellas are there and Yoongi took the only one that was here." You said, holding your wet clothes in your hands after you wrung out all the water.
"Come, I'll take you." He smiled.
"Thank you!" You ducked under the umbrella with him and walked towards the main house.
"So, I saw you guys playing out in the rain from my window earlier. Can't believe the younger ones managed to rope you into their antics." Namjoon chuckled.
"It was all fun, you should have joined us. We're just kids at heart, playing in the rain and puddle stomping." You giggled.
"Maybe next time." He slid open the door for you to enter.
"Definitely. Hey, Yoon. Don't worry, I got my clothes." You greeted your boyfriend, who was cooking in the kitchen with Jin. He nodded in acknowledgement and you brought your damp clothes to the laundry area, throwing your clothes into the wash.
"Thanks for walking her over, Namjoon ah." Yoongi nodded over to the leader. Namjoon smiled and headed to the living room.
"I could have brought it in for you to be washed, aegi." Yoongi came into the laundry room.
"It's fine, it's just a few pieces of laundry. You're already busy with dinner." You laughed, starting the machine. The two of you walked out, hand in hand.
"Look at you two being inseparable." Jin teased, clicking the tongs in his hands. Yoongi rolled his eyes but didn't let you go.
When you first started dating and being more open around the other members, you and Yoongi would have separated if one of the members teased you. But now, Yoongi wouldn't part from you.
"I'll cook the rice and ramyeon." You tied your hair up.
"You should sit. You already cooked lunch." Yoongi said to you, patting your hip.
"You cooked lunch too. Plus you and Jin already did most of the work. It's just rice and ramyeon." You smiled. Yoongi nodded and helped you tuck your stray hairs behind your ears so they wouldn't bother you. You washed your hands and went to scoop the rice into the rice cooker.
"Wow, it's smelling good!" Jimin said as he came in, running his hands over his damp hair.
"Can you get the side dishes out from the fridge?" Jin requested. Jimin saluted and went to do that. While waiting for the rice to cook, you got the cutlery and plates to set the table.
"What are you doing now?" Taehyung shuffled over to you. You pointed to the ramyeon stack.
"Can I help?" He asked.
"Sure. I just need to open all these before the water boils." You giggled. Jungkook might be the youngest but Taehyung was everyone's baby brother.
"Once that's all done, we can eat. Get your drinks and rice." Yoongi announced to everyone.
"Yes, hyung!" Everyone went to line up with their rice bowls while you continued to cook the ramyeon.
"I got your rice, aegi." Yoongi told you.
"Thanks, Yoon. It's almost done." You said to everyone. Once the noodles were done, Jungkook came to help you carry the pot to the table. You took your seat beside Yoongi and he cracked open your can of soda for you.
"Thank you for cooking~" Everyone dug into the food hungrily. As always, the dinner conversation was spent chatting and laughing, as well as reminiscing old memories.
And as the others cleared up after dinner, you sat with Yoongi in the living room. He nestled a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Come." He called you to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around you.
"Are you sleepy? I bet you didn't nap earlier since the younger ones dragged you out to play." He asked. You shook your head but was betrayed by your yawn.
"You're such a liar." Yoongi snorted.
"Am not." You scoffed, pinching his side. When clean up was done, the others invited you to play some games.
"Refill?" Namjoon asked Yoongi, refilling his own whiskey glass after coming down from the mini reading corner upstairs. The two of them always enjoyed reading with a glass of whiskey.
"I'm good. Thanks." Yoongi placed his empty glass down.
"Yoongi! I won! Did you see that?! I am the champion!" You turned to your boyfriend and pointed to the screen, squealing in excitement. Yoongi leaned his head on his hand with an endearing smile and nodded his head, giving you a thumbs up, he was like a parent watching his child play and win for the first time.
"Rematch!" The boys protested.
"No way! I'm going to bed." You stuck your tongue out at them, causing them to jeer at you. Hearing what you said, Yoongi put his glass down on the table and stood up.
"You don't have to go with me, you know? You can stay with them if you're not tired." You giggled.
"No, I'm tired too." Yoongi said.
"Goodnight. See you tomorrow." You all wished each other. After he placed his whiskey glass in the sink, Yoongi and you walked hand in hand back to your shared room.
"I'm not going with you because I have to, it's because I want to. So don't feel like you're making me do anything." Yoongi suddenly said.
"I know. But it's your vacation too. I don't want you to feel like you have to stick with me constantly." You shrugged.
"I'll gladly stick with you 24/7, that's my ideal vacation." He smiled softly. You lightly punched his arm for being so cheesy. Yoongi would only act this way around you privately and you liked that.
"You can set up your music stuff here if you prefer the space here over the camper. I don't mind it, really." You told him as you squeezed toothpaste onto both your toothbrushes. Honestly, you were so used to Yoongi and his music equipment, it didn't bother you.
"This is our space and since I'm working with some of the members, I don't want them coming in and out." He explained.
"I don't mind it if it makes things more convenient for you." You smiled.
"I mind. I prefer our privacy. The camper's just there so it's not a far walk but thank you for offering, aegi." He rubbed your back. The two of you brushed your teeth and washed your faces.
"Alright, you can change your mind any time." You said as you wiped your face with a clean towel.
"Thank you." He kissed your temple and left you to do your skincare.
"Surprisingly, there are still people sending me messages, congratulating me on finishing my military service." Yoongi noted, sitting at the table with his iPad.
"Maybe they didn't know you finished and saw a news article so they congratulated you now." You giggled.
"Yeah, Halsey asked when we are going back to America to visit her and her family." He said.
"Sure, if your schedule allows it. I can't wait to see Ender again. Children change a lot in 2 years." You said. Yoongi nodded in agreement with a small hum. Of course, you followed him to America on holiday and Yoongi insisted he meet the celebrities that he was close with.
What fans didn't know was that your home wallpaper on your phone was the full, actual picture of Yoongi snuggling up to Ender when you both visited him as a baby.
"Maybe this time he won't give me stares when I say hi to him." Yoongi scoffed.
"Please, he loved you! You were just an awkward uncle at the start." You giggled, walking over to him.
"I still am an awkward uncle. I was never one that was great with children. Taehyung and Jimin are great with kids, even clumsy Namjoon is." He said, hands resting on your waist.
"You're great at a lot of other things, so what if you're not comfotable with children." You ran your fingers through his hair.
"Thanks, aegi." He laughed, pressing his forehead against your middle.
After Yoongi finished replying to some emails, the two of you changed and headed to bed but you both didn't sleep just yet. One thing you and Yoongi liked to do was just lay on your bed and use your phones, scrolling on social media.
"Look, it's you." You showed him a video of a white kitten that was sleeping on the couch like a human. Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned back to look at his own phone.
"How was your first day here?" Yoongi asked you.
"Good. It's nice to get away and spend some time with the others." You giggled and Yoongi hummed.
"Besides, isn't this technically the first holiday you guys are taking as 7? It's nice to just have a break for yourselves." You said. Yoongi nodded his head.
"Yeah, no cameras before the next comeback." Yoongi put his phone to charge and turned back to look at you.
"I can't wait for the new Run BTS episodes." You teased, charging your own phone.
"The fans will realise that military didn't change us. We're still the same competitive people that will fight over a cup of ramyeon." Yoongi chuckled as you scooted closer to him.
"And I love that about all of you. You never let anything change you." You reached up to cup his cheek.
"I love you." He held your hand and kissed your fingertips. You smiled softly and leaned in to give him a peck before burying your face against his chest. You felt Yoongi move slightly so he could pull the blanket up to cover the both of you, making sure you were well tucked in and warm.
"Goodnight." You wished. Yoongi grunted and threw his leg over you to hold you even clsoer to him. Even if you usually started cuddling, you and Yoongi would usually break apart at night.
"Are you cold? I can adjust the aircon." Yoongi asked, his hand stroking the exposed skin of your hip.
"I'm okay. The blanket is warm enough." You snuggled against him.
"Shall I wake you up for breakfast tomorrow or do you want to wait until you wake up on your own?" He checked. You hummed, knowing Yoongi was quite an early riser.
"I'll wake up a little later. Maybe 10? In case you wake up at like... 7 am." You groaned.
"I don't wake up THAT early. With you around, I tend to wake up late and stay in bed longer." Yoongi chuckled, pinching your cheek.
You slept comfortably with Yoongi, feeling relaxed and tranquil. Usually Yoongi didn't sleep well in a bed that wasn't his own but with you, he could sleep anywhere.
"Yoongi hyung?" Yoongi woke up when he heard someone call him. Even if it was another member, he sat up and instinctively moved to shield your body with his own, since you didn't wear pants to sleep. Taehyung stood at your doorway.
"I completely forgot (y/n) was here. I'm sorry!" Taehyung's eyes widened when he realised.
"Go out. I'll come out." Yoongi said, voice riddled with sleep. Taehyung obediently went to the living room area. With a soft sigh, Yoongi turned to check on you.
"Who was it...?" You mumbled.
"Taehyung. I'll be back, go back to sleep." He kissed your temple and went out.
"Sorry! I really forgot (y/n) was here, we usually just go to each other's rooms to wake each other up..." Taehyung looked so distraught Yoongi didn't have to heart to say anything.
"It's fine, Taehyung. Just tell me, what do you need?" Yoongi yawned, running his fingers through his hair.
"Jin hyung's making noodles for breakfast and he wanted to ask if you and (y/n) want some." He relayed. Yoongi looked at the clock.
"Oh, it's 9 already... No, it's okay, thanks for coming to ask. I think we'll just wait for lunch." Yoongi said. Taehyung nodded with a salute and left. Yoongi went back to the room, making sure to close and lock the door this time. He fell back into bed with a long exhale and got under the blanket with you.
"Who was it..." You breathed out, turning to face Yoongi.
"Boys asking if we want breakfast. But I told them we'll stay in bed and just have lunch later." He said, his arm going around your shoulders to hold you to his chest.
"Good idea. I'm not ready to leave the bed." You yawned and buried your face against him.
"Mmm, sleep more." He patted your head. Although Yoongi didn't want to sleep more, he didn't want to move from the bed too.
"We came all the way here just to sleep." You chuckled, voice slightly muffled but of course, Yoongi understood you. Under your cheek, his chest shook as he laughed.
"Isn't that the best holiday?" He asked, stroking your back. This was the ideal holiday to him.
"I guess... We won't have time to sleep in and spend time like this once you guys start having comebacks again." You said.
"That's true." He hummed.
"What time do you have to get up to record?" You asked, obviously you were not going back to sleep too. But it felt nice to be as close to Yoongi as possible.
"Not sure, don't worry about it. We'll always find time. Anyway, we're here to relax, not work. I'll just find Jungkook later to do the guide vocals, I'm sure he is also going to sleep in." He snorted. You nodded in agreement.
"But working on music is a form of relaxation to you." You teased. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"There you go again, spreading those sort of rumours like Jin hyung. I'm not a workaholic, you know? I'm not always working on music, I have a life outside of work." He scoffed.
"Mmm, sure."
"My life outside of work is you. If I didn't have a life outside of music, I wouldn't have you." He stated.
"You're so cheesy, stop it." You reached up to cover his mouth with your hand. Yoongi chuckled and took your hand, planting a light kiss against your palm.
"Soon, I'll be back to watching you backstage or from the wings. And more late night visits to your studio." You sighed.
"Do you miss it?" He asked.
"I thought I wouldn't when you were in the military but I think I do miss it, just a little. But I realised that I'll always miss you when I'm not with you. It's going to take me a while to adjust." You said.
"Now who is being the cheesy one?" Yoongi poked your side, making you squirm. You lifted your head, moving your body up slightly to hug Yoongi properly, winding your arms around his neck. You could feel him plant a kiss to the top of your head, resting his cheek there as his hands rubbed your back lovingly.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you too." You replied without any hesitation. You knew you were going to miss having Yoongi around so much.
Even without saying it, you both shared the same thought, you wanted to spend as much time together as possible before Yoongi's schedules kept him busy.
Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):
“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.
“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.
“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.
“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”
“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”
“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.
whoever made the movie me before you should be in jail. horrible movie. had me in SHAMBLES. torn at 3 in the morning as I watched it for the first time- I CAN'T STOP SOBBING HELP ME
rudy unfollowed madelyn and madison, so what? didn't madelyn unfollow him first? why wasn't she questioned so much or called a child for it?
i love both the maddies and obx with all my heart, but it seems unfair to pin all the blame and hate on rudy. we don't even know what happened on set. has it ever occurred that madison might have been the problem too?
wishing for someones career to get over, because they left the show is disgusting. obx is my comfort show and jj was one of my favourite characters, but I am not stupid or obsessive enough to send literal death threats and career ending rants to an actor over a CHARACTER DEATH!!
i genuinely feel so bad for him, poor guy has anxiety and all the comments about him makes my heart hurt. also, the amount of hate and threats both their girlfriends get is INSANE! if this is the kind of reception their loved ones get for a freaking SHOW, i for one, am glad that he left it.
