This Is So Wholesome I Cant Summarize It Into Words Aaa Must A Read!! I Felt The Feels Help Im Dazed

this is so wholesome i cant summarize it into words aaa must a read!! I felt the feels help im dazed

Into my bones

●Wordcount: 15k (can you hear the Requiem in the background?)

●Genre: Fluff/light angst/smut | From FWB to lovers!AU

●Min Yoongi x Reader

●Description: Small slice-of-life scenes in non-chronological order that describe the slow growth of your relationship, started as a friends-with-benefits affair. Aka, Yoongi is dumb and learns that love can’t be controlled.

●A/N: It had to be shorter but Yoongi always inspires me too much ♪  Due to Tumblr’s issues, I can’t put any link. My masterlist can be found on my description. Hope you enjoy it ♥

Day 2

When Yoongi kissed you at the Halloween party, it’s not like he wanted anything from you.

He was there only because Jimin had to introduce him to one of his classmates; soon after, Seokjin discovered it and decided to accompany him to give him some moral support (but Yoongi wasn’t born yesterday. It was crystal clear that his best friend followed him only to hit on Park Byeol, who, in turn, was there to hit on Kim Taehyung). And Jimin’s friend, in the end, turned out to be the most boring girl on the solar system, so much that he prayed that the alcohol could knock him out instantly.

It wasn’t in his plans to find himself on the balcony with his hands on your hips and his lips sealed on your own.

Frankly, he was very veeery drunk and very veeery pissed off for being stuck in that living nightmare; and you were very veeery sexy in that pretty banal, pretty tight latex suit of Catwoman.

You were a side-effect of three beers, two glasses of wine, and your heart-attack ass, that’s all.

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I came from ggukkiereads reblog and clicked on it because of the description huhu *insert many flower emojis* This really fits the holygrailfics of theirs especially for a quick read. OC’s angst and breakdown was so realistic after handling all the stress HAHA for real I got sucked into this au quick cos I can see these expectations vs reality scenario especially when I also wanted to become a small resto owner HAHAHA I’m vvv happy tho OC’s got that rom-com dream into a reality! HAHAHA have fun @ 10 pm! 

KNJ angst / strangers to possibly lovers

━  ・  paring:  customer!namjoon x cafe owner!reader. ━  ・  genre: angst, fluff, crack, strangers to maybe lovers ━  ・  word count:  2.4k  ━  ・Summary: As a cafe owner, you know the customer is always right or is he?  ━  ・Warnings: Swearing, OC is feeling down about herself. SFW. Some good kissing. 

Based on this drabble game. [Unfortunately, it’s been deleted]

Beta: @hobi-gif​, @snackhobi​ Thank you ladies for your feedback. So grateful to you both. 😍

Order requested by Anonymous:

Sparkling Water - Namjoon

Garden Salad - Angst

Tomato Soup - “So…do you come here often?

Monte Cristo - Cafe Owner AU

word count: 1.8k

A/N: Feel free to send in requests, but I might not get to them till… I don’t know when. This was fun to write. I only had one good line I wanted to build the fic on. Have a laugh. 

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There’s a Fly in My Soup

Being a cafe owner was supposed to be just like in a rom-com. 

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Love Well Done [pt 16]

Summary: You are the executive chef of your very own fine dining restaurant. A big company makes you the offer of a lifetime, setting you on a path straight to Min Yoongi-your drunken hook up.

Notes: Fluff and some smut

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Notes: smut

You wake to the feeling of Yoongi’s prodding appendage poking between your legs. You quickly shook off your tiredness, opening your eyes. Your face grows warm and fuzzy. “Good morning, Yoongi,” you gasped out. 

He sighed in relief. “I-I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am. I swear that I’m not a fucking creep but Jesus, I really need you right now.”

Yoongi looked like he may have been awake for some time, his hair neatly out of his eyes and his breath minty. Like he’d possibly been awaiting your awakening.

You became terribly aware that you’d just woken up, for one, and you hadn’t pre brushed hair or teeth. “Y-you sure know how to surprise a girl,” you said in a breathless laugh. “Can I wash up first?”

Yoongi, admittedly, didn’t care what state you were in, but he let you go nonetheless. You glanced over your shoulder to cast him a sultry smirk, but it came out as more of a gleeful smile. Yoongi enjoyed it more than a smirk, though, and he ruffled his hair as you disappeared into the bathroom.

You detangled your hair with your fingers, brushed your teeth with haste, though making sure to clean every inch of your mouth Yoongi’s tongue would soon be exploring. God, you look a mess,  and for some reason Yoongi doesn’t mind. So you suppose you don’t mind.

And you don’t know (for how could you) that Yoongi finds you beautiful every time he sees you. Truthfully, you’ve only known each other for about two weeks. In those two weeks, Yoongi’s come across you four times. He’s always been taken back by your glorious beauty; like the way one eyebrow didn’t quite match the other, or how your eyelashes curled in their own unique way.

You shook off the cheap, hotel bathrobe and examine yourself in the mirror for a moment. Your face is plastered with a smile. You sprint out of the bathroom and jumped on the bed, practically into Yoongi’s arms. He caught you the way a Disney prince would.

Your lips quickly melded together like two hot irons. Yoongi’s firm cock pressed against your stomach.

You pulled away from him for a moment, to wrap your legs around his waist and hook your heels against the his back. He hugged you, you hugged him, and he snaked his arm between you both. He gripped himself in his hands. You spread your legs as widely as they could go, silently watching as Yoongi massaged the tip of his cock with a thumb. He quickly became sticky with precum and slipped himself inside of you.

A tiny gasp of yours left Yoongi feeling empowered.

You still aren’t used to the way this feels—being stretched out and filled by Yoongi. Something about being with him felt unnatural, in a very good way. Have you been so lonely that sex just doesn’t feel right?

Well, it’s safe to say that sex is starting to feel very, very right.

“It’s up to you, babe,” Yoongi said into your ear, nipping at the lobe then down your jaw. “You’re doing the work this time.”

You hugged him tightly, pressing all of you against all of Yoongi. Your hip movement was not as defined as Yoongi’s, probably because you don’t dance and hip thrust every other day. The motion feels awkward at first, like something you shouldn’t be doing, but with each fluid motion, you receive a little prize for in return. The tip of Yoongi touched a place within you that brought tears to your eyes. Yoongi grunted into your neck. He said something you couldn’t understand. He repeated it a few times. Good girl, good girl, that’s it.

His hands squeezed your hips, his thumbs massaging around your hip bones. You didn’t bother to hold in the sounds that wanted to be let out. The quiet lilts of breath which stayed in time with your hips became louder, grew stronger. Yoongi growled into your mouth and pushed you onto your back. “My Y/n,” he said roughly, positioning his hands on either side of your head. He admired you for a moment, still inside of you. The way your hair settled against the mattress, the way your doe eyes stared up at him; the way you were practically a whimpering mess, all for him.

He brushed a strand of hair from your face then leaned forward to kiss the top of your head.

Your thighs settled around his waist. “Yoongi,” you murmured.

Yoongi tickled your plump, bottom lip with one of his thumbs. “Yes?”

“Please…”

Yoongi grinned down at you. “Please, what?”

“Please j-just fuck me.”

Yoongi chuckled, a tiny, single note sound. “Since you asked so nicely,” he said. He moved his hips slowly at first just to get you both going. You clutched the back of his neck tightly, his fluffy hair squeezed into your fingers. Yoongi kissed you again on the lips as he picked up the pace. The steady sound of slapping skin were covered up by your voices—mostly yours.

Yoongi grunts out your name a few times. “I gotta pull out,” he said in a rough voice. You shook your head. “It’s alright, don’t,” you assured him. “Y/n,” Yoongi said, trying to be firm, but you jerked your hips up to meet his, cutting off his words. Yoongi hissed. One of his arms floated to the night stand. His hand shook, almost knocking off the box of condoms, as well as his phone, which had four missed calls from Jin.

You outstretched an arm to guide his where you both desperately needed it to be. Yoongi, with great reluctance, pulled his swollen cock out of you. “I want you to cum,” you said firmly. You hoisted yourself up on your elbows, smashing your lips to Yoongi’s. “Make yourself cum.”

Yoongi shivered against you. He dropped a condom package by your head. His cock laid against your stomach.

Yoongi fondled his member for a minute, slowly creating friction with his hand. He became desperate for a release. Yoongi pumped his hand faster and faster, to the point his hips started to jerk absently.

Soon enough, Yoongi came all over your stomach, the layer sticky and thick. You took the task of unwrapping the condom upon yourself, quickly rolling it down Yoongi’s cock before he became soft. Your touch made sure that wouldn’t happen.

Yoongi gripped the headboard with two hands, wiggling around to position himself at your entrance, which was slickly lubricated with your own arousal.

Yoongi swiftly pushed inside of you, the both of you making soft sounds of pleasure. You tensed your walls around him. Yoongi hissed. “Fuck,” he said, practically clawing into the headboard now.

By this time around, you’d lost count of how many orgasms you’ve been swept up in. Definitely enough to stop keeping track, you realize.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Yoongi said. “I won’t be late, I promise,” he added, glancing away from the road to you for a moment. You were absently looking out the passenger window; the world is a blurry stretch if you choose not to focus on it all at once.

“Bye.”

Yoongi ended the phone call with a button on his steering wheel. “You sure you’re not hungry?” he asked you when Jin’s phone call ended. Yoongi has one hand on the wheel. His unused hand is tense, his fingers flexing every so often as if he’s restraining himself from something.

“I’m fine,” you promise him. He sighed, staring straight ahead and wincing to himself. “What’s wrong?” you asked. You glanced down at his tense fist. You carefully wrapped your fingers with his. Yoongi smiled to himself. “I’ve actually been wondering how I could get you to hold my hand this entire time,” he admitted.

You couldn’t help but giggle. The sound is music to Yoongi’s ears.

“Now, seriously, you’re not hungry?” he repeated.

You would have smacked your forehead. “Yoongi, if you are hungry, you can just say so.”

He shrugged. “It’s not that, per se…just don’t want to see you off so soon.”

You giggled again. “Sad to see me go?”

Yoongi pouted. “Don’t make fun of me. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m just working until tonight, you know,” you pointed out. “If you want to hang out again, we can.”

Yoongi looked to you like a hopeful puppy. “Do you want to hang out again?”

You would have smacked his shoulder if you could. “Of course, you idiot.”

“Don’t be so mean to me anymore,” Yoongi chided. “You can’t call me names from here on out.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” you asked, looking forward to hearing his answer.

“Because you’re my girlfriend. And girlfriends are supposed to be really love-y and caring. Not mean.”

“Well, excuse me,” you said pointedly. “I didn’t know there were so many strict rules to follow when being a girlfriend.”

Yoongi raised one of his eyebrows, clearly amused. “I only told you the one.”

“And knowing you,” you said, squeezing his hand lovingly, “you’re going to tell me many more.”

Yoongi laughed. “I only really have three.”

“Alright,” you said, leaning against the headrest and gazing at him lovingly. He has a very nice profile.

“One, you can’t be mean and call me names,” he said, tapping one finger on the wheel. “Two, whenever I’m sad, you must give me a kiss.”

You grinned. “That sounds easy enough.”

“And the third, we have to talk everyday.”

Some rules. Yoongi didn’t really seem like the type to have such cliché, lovey dovey relationship rules.

You really liked seeing this unlocked side of Yoongi. You feel special being able to witness it. “Do you have any rules of your own?” he asked, jeering the wheel slightly to go into a turn. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ll make sure to get back to you on it.”

You sat just looking at him the rest of the way, not bothering to make conversation or avert your eyes when Yoongi became bashful. 

“I guess this is it,” Yoongi declared upon pulling in front of your apartment complex. He looked at you with sad, wide eyes. 

You sighed. “Yoongi, would you like to come over tonight?” you asked, pretending to be annoyed. 

“Hey, I said you can’t be mean anymore,” Yoongi corrected. You sighed again. “Yoongi, would you like to come over tonight?” you asked again, this time in a sugar sweet voice. 

Yoongi grinned. “What time will you be getting home?” 

“Midnight. I owe it to my staff to close tonight, considering I bailed yesterday. And the trauma I put them through.” You shuddered in embarrassment when thinking of the phone call of last night, in which everyone heard your most intimate ‘sounds.’ 

Yoongi snorted. “They’re all grown ups. Nothing they haven’t heard before.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll be here at midnight.” 

That day, you went into work with a muscle wrenching smile on your face. 

Min Dae ran up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your waist and shrieking happily. “I’m so happy for you! You have a boyfriend!” she cheered. You pried her off. “Now, this isn’t the time,” you chastised, adjusting her hat, tucking stray hairs behind her ear. 

Jin Woo congratulated you loudly. “Chef, I really didn’t think you had it in you.” 

“Had what in me?” 

“Any sense of…rebellion. Definitely not that.” He waved a hand to nothing, silently referring to the unfortunate phone call from the night before. You rolled your eyes. “Okay, we’re not talking about this anymore,” you said as strictly as you could. 

“Can’t you tell us his name?” Min Dae begged. “Show us his picture.” 

You snorted. “Definitely not,” you told her. Min Dae, as kind and well meaning as she is, is a big mouth. If she knew who your knew boyfriend is, the entire world would know in a matter of hours. 

“I won’t tell anyone! Not even Soon Li!”

Soon Li dropped a pan flat on the stove. “You wouldn’t even tell me?” she demanded. 

“I couldn’t, because Y/n would be trusting me with her secret.” 

Min Dae tried to make eye contact with you in an attempt to get you to share the secret, but you just shook your head. “Please?” she tried once more. 

Your lips were sealed. 

For now. 

“Hey,” Jin Woo muttered, elbowing Soon Li’s side. “What?” she sighed, already preparing for whatever stupid life theories Jin Woo had for her today. 

“Doesn’t chef seem more…happy?” he asked. 

Soon Li tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Just look at her,” Jin Woo said. Soon Li did. You seemed normal. So your steps were a bit lighter. And maybe your skin seemed like it was glowing. 

Soon Li nodded to herself. “Alright,” she said. “So we know what that means.”

“What does it mean?” 

Soon Li grinned. “It means her new boyfriend is really awesome in bed.” 

Jin Woo raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Ew. I don’t—ew. Don’t put chef in that lighting.” 

Soon Li shrugged her shoulders. “Well, how else should I say it? It’s about time chef got out there. I’m surprised it took so long for someone to ask her out.” 

“Probably because she has a—” Jin woo then took to mouthing the words ‘Major attitude.’ “I mean, good for chef, it’s definitely about time.” 

Soon Li rolled her eyes now. “Go and annoy one of the waiters,” she chastised. “Cause I don’t want to hear it.” 

Jin Woo pouted. “There’s no need to be mean.” 

“What are you doing?” you suddenly demanded from across the room. Jin Woo jumped a few feet into the air, but Soon Li didn’t bat an eye lash. “He’s annoying me and letting the butter burn.”

“Ah, shit!” Jin Woo exclaimed, sprinting back to his stove. His butter did burn. And if it hadn’t, he might have bugged Soon Li some more. 

PLEASE WATCH WAY OF THE HOUSEHUSBAND ON NETFLIX!

There’s not a whole lot of animation in there but the fact that this series is being given a chance means a lot! The comedy is great and it nails the delivery, it’s only five episodes long and goes up to Ch. 27 of the manga with a few bonus chapters sprinkled in there. If you love short binges and want a good laugh, please consider watching!

Or if you want, please consider reading the manga and supporting Kousuke Oono! They also have official merch being sold on the JP shop in celebration of the anime being released!

yoongi in glasses and headband is ♡ [cr. qdeoks]

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PLEASE HELP IF YOU CAN

Hey guys I wanted to share what’s going on with me lately; something awful has happened.

So I have one grandmother left, she’s my Grandma Vicky, she’s 85.

The day before yesterday a gas boiler exploded in her house and her house burned down completely. It’s all been destroyed.

My Tia Abby who lives with her and her 10 year old daughter too, my tia woke up at 4am that morning and saw the closet explode and she managed to get everyone out of the home. They had some puppies who did not make it out and they died in the fire.

I know that everyone has their own struggles to bear. We have a big family and she has many people trying to reach out to help but they have lost everything and it’s so hard to see the news stories that are happening with pictures of the house I’ve gone to so many times that is now completely destroyed. My grandma is so old and has been through so much. My heart hurts when I see this.

If you are able to, please consider helping. If you cannot, thank you for reading and thinking some positive thoughts about my family.

If you can, I would be so thankful if you share the news story and the go fund me page linked in the story can possibly reach more people.

https://www.themonitor.com/2019/09/22/fire-leaves-three-generations-pharr-family-homeless/

I would appreciate if you could reblog this post. Thank you ❤️

-Lori