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Requests are open, desperately in need of some more Yandere/dark requests <3
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Note: Kind of a request I got a long time ago after I posted my Yoongi fic, Fawn, a few anons really just wanted a continuation for an actual sex scene. It can be read separately from Fawn, there are little refrences to the plot of the fic in this.
Check out Fawn if you want more of this Yoongi
warnings: 18+, age gap, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, some minor religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader
Forgive me if this is bad, this is my first time writing in like two years 😭 I’m a tad rusty
Your nose scrunched at the smell, but like usual, Yoongi didn’t pay any mind to it.
You hated the smell of cigarettes; Yoongi loved it. Always had, and always would, he’d tell you; sneering at your pouty lips and disapproving look you gave him each time.
“It helps me relax,” he’d tell you. Leaning back on the sofa with his legs kicked up. Slouching, relaxed as he took long drags from his cigarette and snuck little looks at you. Your annoyance was cute, your worrying for him and his health was adorable. Yoongi snubbed it out a few moments later, his head rolling to the side to look at you.
You had gone back to watching the movie, lips still pouting as you tried to keep up your tough act. Yoongi smiled, reaching over to tug on your arm. “Why are you so far, bunny?” He asked, his pet name for you rolled off his tongue smoothly, almost purring it as you scooted closer to him.
“I don’t like the smell,” you huffed, and Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“You didn’t mind it earlier,” he raised a brow, eyes slinking down your body. In comfy pajamas, staying over for the night. Finally able to get away from home whilst your mother was out of town. Some bullshit trip or something with the church, Yoongi hadn’t cared to listen to the details as you explained. As long as your mother was away, he could have you around as long as he wanted.
At times, he’d think down on you for your insistent need to please her. Then he’d remind himself that it wasn’t your fault. Raised deeply intertwined with the local church, your mother was practically the face of it. He’d been surprised when you first met that you had been as open to him as you were. The town outcast, the seemingly only one who rejected the religion craze around here. His parents rejected him, the whole rejected him, except you.
He’d grown to quite like your company, even if he had gotten close to you to spite your mother.
“That’s different.” You muttered, face growing red as you kept your eyes glued to the screen. Yoongi snickered. You hadn’t seemed to mind earlier, whilst his fingers dug into your hair and guided your mouth along his length. A cigarette lazily pressed between his lips.
“You were drinking with me yesterday. I’d think you’d be more upset about that.” He commented casually.
“You made me,” you whined.
“Made you?” Yoongi gave a sly smile. “Just encouraged you a bit.”
You couldn’t help the small smile you gave him. The lull in his voice, how his words dragged slightly at times. That low, breathy voice that you loved. You could listen to it all day, get off to it at any time. You thought back to nights spent on the phone with him. The old, cracked phone he’d given to you; your mother would die if she knew. He took care of the cost, saying that hearing your voice every night was important to him, and he couldn’t dare call your home’s landline. How many nights had you lain back in bed, plush pink covers crinkling around you as you squirmed, phone lying slack against your ear as you listened to Yoongi. That deep, uncaring voice. Breathless instructions meeting your ear as you touched yourself for him, the filthiest things fell from his mouth as he listened to you moan and whine quietly for him.
“We should pick up from where we stopped yesterday.” Yoongi’s hand brushed against yours as you leaned against him.
Last night, things had gotten heated between the two of you. They often did, but yoongi had been ready to fall to his knees and beg you to let him take you. He’d been content enough with your clumsy hand jobs and inexperienced mouth around his cock, but every day he felt like his urges grew larger and larger.
He’d pulled you onto his lap, your legs pressed into the sofa on either side of him. Nursing a small bottle of liquor, Yoongi had been drinking all evening. “Just do a little shot with me, bunny,” he urged you, “come on,” he purred, the bottle cold against your skin as he pressed lazy, small kisses to your neck. You let him press the bottle to your lips, his tongue pressed against your neck as you tipped your head back.
Now both tipsy, you giggled and melted into Yoongi, who guided you to grind against him. “Want me to fuck you? Seems like it, want me to ruin your insides?” His breath hot against your skin. You wanted him, more than just teasing touches; you needed him. Your body ached and yearned for more. “Thought you had to wait until marriage?” He teased, almost laughing at you as you begged for it.
He didn’t fuck you, to your dismay. He’d laid you back and gone down on you, bucked into his own hand for release as he did so.
You were starting to get a little bold when you were with him; it was hard not to, with him constantly grabbing at you and saying all the right things to get you worked up. He was ready to take this to the next level- ready to fuck you.
“You gonna let me fuck you now?” He had been half serious when he said it, still content with sucking on and leaving hickeys on your shoulder. When you say yes? He felt like his brain short-circuited; he had you on your back in an instant, staring down at you like a hungry animal. Your shirt was unbuttoned, chest flushed and marked up from the groping. You were looking at him through lidded eyes, your legs still pressed together in anticipation as he moved in.
He kneads your thigh, leaning to press light kisses to your inner thigh. He ignores your wetness at first, favoring to leave pecks and soft nips on your skin. Once you relax more under him, he looks at you. Your face flushed, and your eyes peered innocently down at him. He keeps eye contact as he runs a finger over your pussy, between your lips, and drags your wetness around and to your clit. He chuckles when you jump a bit, his finger pressing down and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “So wet for me,” he says, though more to himself than to you. His fingers dip inside you, one at first, then a second.
You squirm and moan, per usual. This was how most nights went between the two of you. You’d moan and grasp at his hand, doing little to nothing to stop his movements; not that you really wanted to. The pleasure that shot through you each time he let his thumb brush over your clip made your back arch, and fingers twist into the sheets. His fingers would fuck into you until you came, trying and failing to bite back moans as he pushed you through the pleasure. Tears bubbled in your eyes. He was relentless in his movements, his eyes glued to you and taking in every shaky breath you made.
“Please forgive me, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” He murmured.
“Wan’t you to, please?” You flicked your eyes back up to him. Through long lashes, the faint trace of tears lingering in your eyes from your previous orgasm. Yoongi sucked in a deep breath. How was he supposed to restrain himself?
“I’ll go slow,” he began, “just for you, baby.” Your legs parted further, and Yoongi dipped to hover over you. You gazed up at him, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. Face flushed red, lips swollen from all the kissing. Yoongi’s hand snaked behind your head, bringing you up slightly for another kiss. You tensed slightly, but he held you in place to keep kissing, not wanting the first stretch of the tip to break it. You let out a small squeak. Yoongi nearly resisted the urge to push all the way into you. “Do you like the tip inside?” He broke away, sitting back up. One hand gripped the leg you had resting over his hip. He pulled your body down closer to him, “Fuck” he bit back a groan, “you’re so tight, bunny, how am I supposed to fuck you?” He tilted his head, looking down on you. Your cheeks are hot, eyes tinted with need as you try to fuck yourself back on him. He’s quick to grab your hips and hold you in place.
“You want all of it?” He smirked, “I want all of it, but I have to go slow for my little angel.” his voice fell off at the end, slowly pushing the tip in and out. “Don’t want to break my girl.”
“Want more.” You managed to get out, “need you, Yoongi, please.” You looked as if you could cry, frustration in your face as he dips inside of you again.
“Let’s give you half, let you get used to it, baby.” You toss your head back, gnawing on your lip to keep quiet as he inches his cock further into you. Stopping about halfway. “You’re so good, bunny, could cum just like this,” his eyes screw shut for a moment, “so pretty baby.”
“Yoongi,” you moan, and his hands wander up your body. Goosebumps prick your skin as he does so.
“Not even all the way in,” he grunted, “not even all the way inside you and could fucking cum. Yoongi could cum, but willed himself not to. Promised himself how good it would feel to bottom out inside you. He was obsessed with you in the moment, always was, but with how red your face was getting and the little beads of nervous sweat forming on your forehead. How your fingers clasped his arms and nails pinched his skin, how into you seemed to be getting. Yoongi nearly came at your breathy little whines. “You want all of it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, thighs aching as he sank into you just a bit more.
“Say it louder, bunny, I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” you mustered louder, “Please, Yoongi.”
Yoongi wet his lips; he could listen to you say please forever. “Want me to fuck you? So dirty, what would everyone think of you if they saw?” He teased, “So needy for me, being such a little slut for me,” he hummed, “you always are, my good girl.” He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. He moved your legs to wrap around him, slipping into you with a small moan. “All the way in now, baby,” he panted. You let out a long moan, taking the slight pain of the final stretch of his cock. He holds himself there for a moment; the animal in him is ready to go to town. But he forces himself to still, your nails dig into his arms as you clutch him.
“Put your nails into my back,” he hissed into your ear, breath hot against you as you meakly nod and obey. His teeth sink into your neck, sucking harshly as he always did.
“Someone will see,” you try to protest, but he pays no mind and continues to suck a pretty mark onto your neck.
“Let them see what a little slut you are for me,” He slowly begins to move, pace quickening at every small moan you try and fail to bite back. “So innocent to everyone else, but such a dirty girl for me,” he moans, “my good girl, fuck.”
His hips jut into yours, you cry out; nails dig into his back. Angry red marks stain his skin; the burning sensation only makes him hungrier. “Moan for me, bunny, you like moaning for me?” you nod breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut and head lolling back.
You’re tired and soft under him, flushed, red, and still sensitive as you squirm slightly.
“I’m trying to go slow, baby, but fuck…You’ll forgive me if I can’t, right?” He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. “Please forgive me, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” He murmured again.
SILVIAAAA I MISSED YOU AND YOUR FUNNY POSTS AND YOUR FICS SMMMM I HOPE YOU KNOW IM ALWAYS IN LOVE WITH YOU, I can't wait to read the recent fic, I hope you're taking care of yourself!!🥺 🩷🩷🩷🩷
Ahhhh I missed you too! I hope you're doing well!!!
I hope you enjoy the latest fic ❤️
I hope you're doing well? Take care of yourself!! ❤️❤️
Here's a little something about each of the fics! but please keep in mind, that it's unlikely that I'll post all three of them by Halloween. :)
Lurk: Trapped in a haunted house after hours, you find that you might not be alone | stalker jk + haunted house
“It was freakier without all the scare actors and distant sounds of other groups being jumped out at. Being alone in a place like this- you pressed your fingertips to the mirror in front of you- you could feel anxiety pooling into your stomach. The maze of mirrors was easy to navigate, but the creaking floorboards as you stepped carefully around corners made the hairs on the back of your neck perk up. You were alone, but…you glanced over your shoulder at the sound of a stray creak behind you.”
Hate Sick: everything is changing; everything is getting worse | very loose death note au, shinigami kth, supernatural, murder, mental health
“Uneasy, you looked up at V. Again, he trapped the notebook resting in your hands. “It’ll make you feel better.” He repeated. You flipped the book open, your scribbled handwriting greeting you. It would make you feel better, but it would also make you sick. Your love hate relationship with the book was begging to tire you. How much anger could you hold onto to keep using it. V brought a pointed nail under your chin to lift your head up. “Or relinquish ownership of the note, if it’s such a hassle to use.” You purse your lips, was it weird now? How you didn’t want V leave?
Snakebite: after attending a concert on Halloween night, you can’t help but feel the lead singer noticed you, in more ways than one | yandere myg, band au, coercion, twist ending
“You could see it. The feeling of your friend's hand shaking you and pointing as Yoongi inched closer to the crowd faded into the background. He was looking at you, or was it your friend? You glanced slightly at her then at him, no. Slowly your eyes lifted back to him. He was looking at you, not past you or above the crowds heads. You’d bet your life on it. His eyes, rimmed with dark liner and fixed directly onto you.“
It feels like you’ve been away for a long time! I hope everything is okay! ❤️
It has been a while, I am okay though! Just been busy with life, work, all that stuff. I've also just had some maaajor writer's block the past few months, still do but I'm working through it. ☺️
I also have jury duty AND my wisdom teeth removal coming up- so yay? Not really, I'm hating it all! 😭
Thank you for asking, I hope I can finish and post something for you and everyone else soon! ❤️
The cult myg fic was so fucking good omg. AND THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB THEME??? I’m such a sucker for shit like that i’m actually screaming!!!! Thank you 🫶🏽
Thank you! I’m super glad you enjoyed it! I’m a sucker for sacrifice lamb themes and similar as well. It took me so long to get through writing this one, so I’m happy you like it! ❤️❤️
OMG, I LOVE YOUR NEW YOONGI FIC ❤️❤️❤️❤️ IT'S SO GOOD ‼️‼️‼️‼️ AND THE YOONGI MARRY ME THING OMG THAT WAS SO SMART EHEHEHE just a lil' question, at the last part, did Yoongi killed oc for a sacrifice?
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
When it comes to the end and what happens to reader afterwards is up to them he imagination. I had no definitive ending for reader in mind when I wrote the ending ❤️
Requests are open, desperately in need of some more Yandere/dark requests <3
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Summary: Sweet thing; mourning lamb. Believe him good or evil, or somewhere in between. He doesn’t care, what’s done is done.
warnings: dark yoongi, cults, religious themes, abuse of power, sex, mentions of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of mental health, manipulation, coercion, dead animals, blood, carcass. Can you tell I love a good sacrificial lamb theme
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note: Requested by an anon, I hope you like it <3
You covered your mouth with your hands, your stomach churning and your dinner threatening to come back up.
You didn’t mind the role you played here, enjoyed it even. Until it was time to clean up the mess left behind. Why make the ones who raise the lamb clean its remains? You looked at the table, watching the slow drip of blood fall onto the floor. The room is empty and dark; earlier it had been filled to the brim and bustling with followers. Everyone seemed to like watching the sacrifice, listening to the father rant and rave all night.
You swallowed, filling tears threatening to brim your eyes as you forced your body to approach the animal’s body.
You loved taking care of the animals. It was your job, along with a few of the other young girls and older women. Everyone had a job. Everyone in the father’s flock contributed. It was one of the many rules you had been presented when coming into their group. You had only been a part of the flock for about a year now, maybe a little less. It was hard to keep track without phones: no television, no internet, and no socializing with the outside world. Only the trusted members of father’s council could. There was a man that ran the organization's webpage, he had the only computer in the compound. The rest of the men that Father surrounded himself with also had phones, allowance to leave, and other perks for being more devoted, you supposed?
All you really knew was that you didn’t, and likely never would have those kinds of gifts here. You were new, too young, and didn’t know enough about father’s words. You weren’t sure if you ever would. You liked it here, but it was confusing sometimes. Maybe you just needed to pay more attention.
You hadn’t been looking for the word of father at the time. You had been heading home after another failed job interview. Anxiously waiting for the train home, watching the crowds of city goers weave around each other.
You didn’t attend college, and your marks in school had never been the best. It was getting harder to find jobs to apply to now. No one wanted you. Not educated enough, and seemed to demure and slow to think in your interviews. At least, that’s what one particularly rude man had told you at the end of one. You didn’t even want to work, your family was pushing you. You couldn’t make them understand what was happening inside you. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself, let alone articulate the abstract happening in your head.
Your train was running late, you looked down at the folded flier in your hand. A man had practically forced you to take it from him. You were used to seeing it; crazy people out this time of night trying to recruit people to their schemes.
You unfold it, looking at the paper that spared little information on their group. Not a cult, they insisted with a laugh. An organization for those who felt lost, and needed help and guidance.
“We take care of each other, we’re family.”
There was a code hidden on the flier, if you could solve it you would gain access to their website. You went home that night, and two days later you had solved it. Not long after you found yourself wandering out to meet with them. The rest had unfolded so fast, so smoothly. You pretend, as we often do. You were pretending to be an ignorant cynic. Terrified of waiting, or wanting something that you may never get. Daring to dream for anything more than what was on the platter life presented to you at birth. You hardly noticed the change, and soon the remnants of your old life faded. Father’s words set in, rooted inside your being. You liked him, and everyone here. You had never heard of Father’s God, but you didn’t mind turning to him just to have someone to take care of you.
You closed your eyes and scooped up the lamb, setting it in your wagon. You turned back to the blood smeared over the stone table and began to scrub.
It took a long time. Your arms felt like jelly and your back hurt from hunching over. It was washed and dry for the most part, but the past stains of blood remained. Faint traces left over from years of the same ceremony. You looked around the empty, dark room. Everyone else had left by now; your tasks always took the longest. The windows here were stained so dark even during daylight you couldn’t tell if it was light or dark out. It was late though. Most of the candles stacked around the room had burnt out, a few stays remained flickering.
You stood up, giving a big stretch and turning back to the lamb's body. When you saw the dead little lamb you could feel yourself starting to cry again. Too wrapped up in your woes, you hardly noticed the gentle click of the room’s door closing. Soft footsteps slowly make their way towards you. A comforting hand brushed against your back, murmuring slowly about how your tears should be of joy. Their sacrifice would make your life better, this would lay yet another small stepping stone to the future Father was building for everyone here.
The voice, so smooth and quiet, you recognized. Min Yoongi, a man you had never spoken to before about a month ago. He seemed to be good friends with father and was one of the higher-ranking members of the organization. He had taken notice of you on one of his many walks through the meadows you and the other girls watched over the lamb. He had come, snaking through the thick grass and wildflower, stopping just to look down at you. Asked about how much you liked the animals, made small talk, and came back every day afterward to keep talking.
It was odd at first. You were never sure of what to say or do in his presence. He seemed a bit untouchable during the rare moments you caught sight of him. Standing up there with father, and six other men. Men who felt like gods at his side. But he was persistent, and he liked you.
“We’ve talked about this” he smiled at you, his thumb tracing your cheek to push the tears aside. You nodded, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Did you miss me?” He asks, his smile a bit cheeky as he waits for you to nod. You do. You missed him the past few days and have grown used to his presence. You weren’t sure about the feelings you held for him though. It was confusing, as was everything else in your head. But you liked him, liked the way he would kiss you just out of sight of everyone else. How he would guide you to his room some nights and spend hours basking upon you.
Yoongi moves in to kiss you, to which you meet him and return it. He smiles again, “have you thought about what I said the last time we met?”
You hesitantly nod. “I’m just not sure…I mean, father wouldn’t be happy if we were caught, right?”
Yoongi scoffs, laughing a bit as he looks around. “Baby, he doesn’t care what I do.”
“And what about what I do?” You frown. You hated the way Yoongi could insinuate that he was above everyone else. Maybe he was, maybe father didn’t care what he and the other higher ranks did. Maybe they were favored, you just didn't want to think about it. But there were rules. Rules everyone here was expected to follow. Did father rules apply to him, you wondered for another moment. He would decide who got together for marriage; God would tell him. But, did it matter if it was him? Did it matter to who he chose to be close to?
Would Yoongi marry you?
You looked up at him when he stood, peering through your eyelashes nervously. You liked Yoongi, he made it hard not to like him.
“Just lay down here, come on.” He coaxed. Yoongi wet his lips, his eyes fixed on you. He wanted you. Wanted more than kissing and holding you, he was getting bored of it. He wanted you to lay back for him, let his hands roam your body, peel back your clothing, and trace every soft inch of your skin.
Your will tetters and grows tighter as you lay back for him, finally snapping when he gives you one last reassuring smile. You try to relax, ignore the faint stain of lamb blood under you. “Exciting, right?” He asked and you nodded, your stomach swirled with excitement for him and anxiety for the room surrounding you. You wanted him, you had never felt such an urge for someone before in your life. Guys never looked at you before, and when you joined Father’s word it was far from everyone’s mind here. But Yoongi had been trying, peeling away every reserved and anxious layer on your body. He poked and prodded, his interest was never a secret.
He got close and kissed your cheek rather than your lips again. Then your jaw, just under your ear, then your neck. The way he moved, feverish but restrained, his breath hot and lips tracing your neck. He would stop and peck, and bite. It felt like he was trying to get to your throat, bite it open to listen to your secrets and hushed words spill out. Everything goes blurry when you experience him, you aren’t sure why or how. You wanted him, but here? Your eyes scan the room again. A sacred place like this, laying on the same table the pierced lamb on. Yoongi wanted it to be here, were you his lamb now?
You unbutton your blouse for him, growing meek under his hard stare. His hands are cold as they run up your ribs, stopping just at your breast.
Yoongi's breath hitched in excitement. How long had it been since he’d been with someone? A few months maybe. While you, he knew, had never been with anyone. He wouldn't admit aloud that that was what attracted him to you. The meek, reserved vibe you gave off. He liked women like that, he liked walking the fields and searching for his next.
He loved it. Watching you shrink under him, turn away, try to cover yourself up in embarrassment under his hungry eye. The noises you made, noises you likely hadn’t made before. Your legs around him, pulling him closer. His hips pressed against yours, how eager you are, how you would look back at him.
“Thank me for picking you. Come on say it again, thank me.” His breath hitched hearing your voice. So perfect for him at this moment.
“Thank you” you managed to get out between breathy moans. Your arms around him, tight and desperate to hold on. His face pressed into the crook of your neck. Teeth sinking into your skin, soft violent marks left in his wake.
Was it poetic in some odd way to be taken on an altar of sacrifice? You’re head lulled back, your throat exposed for him to press hot kisses to and nip at. You looked up at the ceiling. The same stained panes of glass circled above you. The faint spears of moonlight leak in. The candles burned out as the seconds passed.
“My sweet lamb.” He hissed, “So perfect for me.” His body dropped closer to yours. His mouth latched to your shoulder sucking marks onto it. “You’ve been waiting for me to come, right?” His fingertips press into your hips, kneading the soft flesh, nails pricking your skin.
Was that all you were? An animal, standing alone in a clearing waiting for its mother to return. Fawns do that. A young doe placed among flowers to wait for her mother, or anyone really to return for it. Placid and waiting, like now. Waiting for him, or someone else? Your mother, when was the last you had seen her? Talked to her, was she waiting still? Did she know about you, what you were up to? Had she left or had someone taken you, you couldn’t tell anymore. Your memories were blurry. How have you found your way here again?
What had you thought when you first met the recruiters? You couldn’t remember. And when you were sentenced to the farm, slaving away for the lamb. Was that better than your old life at home? What had been your old life anyway? And him; what of him? When he walked the fields until finding you. You looked at him, and you knew he wasn’t the one you were waiting on. But everything was cold, and warmth was warmth. Had you been left there, but by who? God? Fathers God, or God himself? What had he done to find you; why had you sat patiently waiting.
“Sweet thing, little lamb” Yoongi’s breathless, eyes clouded as he looked down at you. Your chest rising and falling, your breath still trying to find you again. He gets off of you, but you take a second to lay there to soak up the feeling. Yoongi, how good he had felt, yet how much anxiety weighed your stomach. You could feel him on you, sticky against your inner thighs. Dripping from you, onto the altar. Thick and sticky, you would have to scrub the table off once more tonight.
Yoongi finishes fixing himself up and moves back to you. Standing over you, eyes piercing your being once again. He twirls a piece of your hair gently between his fingers. “Sweet thing” he grinned, more to himself than you. “Finish up here, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You feel him tilt your head towards him. His lips pressed against yours one last time. You watch him go, and the stark silence of the room rings in your ears.
What fear a man like him, and those around him brings upon those like you. A woman like you and the unfortunate circumstances thrust upon you in early childhood. You didn’t want him to look at you anymore, and he could see it. In your eyes, he keeps looking. Eyes so dark, yet bright. You can see them, even through the thick darkness of the room. He was there when you spilled your first blood, and now your second. Standing, looking. No good, no evil, he was simply him; man, being, animal, serpent- whatever he was and would continue to be well after you.
HELLOOOOOO I LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEED FAWN SO MUCH IM HONESTLY WORRIED IVE READ IT SM TIMES BUT PLS PLS PLS MAKE MORE CONTENT LIKE THIS FF UR SUCH A GOOD WRITER IM KIND OF OBSESSEDDEDJHBN
Ahh omg sorry for the super late reply!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed Fawn so much! It makes me happy to hear <3
There's definitely some more stuff (slowly) coming out, thank you so much again <3 <3 <3
