mouth watering foods

03. Baby Talk

Harry wants to have a baby. 

Warnings: Fluff, smut

When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.

 Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.

It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work, and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those little things kept the love alive.

 And oh, how you loved them.

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The Howler | Jimin

inspired by this

Pairing: reader x jimin | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: Not being able to take any more of Jimin’s passionate rants about you, the boys decide to take matters in their own hands and send their dear friend a howler.

A/N: The spell that is used by Jimin toward the end is not a legit spell. I just made it up myself. Also, I know that in Hogwarts, you’re typically assigned a dorm with people of your same year (I could be wrong, I can’t remember) but for the sake of this AU, let’s just pretend you are free to chose your roommates & Jimin just so happened to chose Yoongi. This is actually the one-shot idea that inspired me to write a Slytherin Jimin AU.

Word Count: 3,616

Other Slytherin Jimin AUs: Hogwarts Express , Expecto Patronum,  Sorting Hat

You sat down in your usual spot, across from Yoongi, narrowing your eyes at the other boys seated at your table. You were familiar with them since they hung around Yoongi and Jimin a lot, but you found it strange that they were seated at the Slytherin table, despite their differing houses. No one seemed to mind the breaking from the status quo and if they did, they didn’t voice it out loud. No one wanted to mess with seven of the best wizards in Hogwarts or Bangtan Boys, as they called themselves.

“Good morning,” You greeted slowly, eyes narrowing as they all turned to look at you with a coy smile. Something was up and as your gaze landed on a smiling Jungkook—that boy could not keep a straight face, especially when he was up to no good—you weren’t sure whether you wanted to know the reason behind their anomalous behavior.

Couldn’t be anything good, that’s for sure, so you decided to not question it and focused on the mouth-watering arrangement of breakfast foods on your table instead.

You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing from your group. “Where’s Jimin?”

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Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies

What You’ll Need:

• Coconut oil - ½ cup
• Light brown sugar - 1 ¼ cup
• Vanilla extract - 2 teaspoon
• Coconut milk ¼ cup
• Unsweetened applesauce - ¼ cup
• All-purpose flour (be sure not to pack your flour) 2 ¼ cups
• Baking powder - ¼ teaspoon
• Salt - 2teaspoon
• Vegan chocolate chips - 2 cup


1) Preheat oven to 375 degrees (F). Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper; set aside.

2) In a large bowl whisk together the coconut oil, brown sugar, and vanilla, beating until well combined. Add in the coconut milk and applesauce and whisk until well combined; set aside.

3) In a separate bowl combine the flour, baking soda, and salt; whisk well to combine.

4) Add the dry ingredients into the wet mixture and, using a wooden spoon or very sturdy spatula, stir until ingredients are combined. The batter will be very thick! Fold in 1 and ¾ cups of the chocolate chips.

5) Scoop three tablespoon sized mounds of dough onto the prepared cookie sheet, leaving a few inches between each cookies for spreading. Bake for 9 to 10 minutes, or until the edges are golden and the centers have set. Press remaining chocolate chips on top of warm cookies, and sprinkle with sea salt, if using.

6) Cool cookies on the baking sheet for 15 minutes before transferring them to a cooling rack

• Cookies will not spread wide
• To ensure freshness place a slice of bread in your cookie tin
• The dough will be thick and hard to fold with a spoon. Kneeing dough with hands works best.

anonymous asked:

172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” with reddie? rimming?

172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

I decided not to go a seriously nsfw route with this, it felt too forced, and I don’t think Richie and Eddie would leave a double date just to fuck so yeah, have some cute double date college reddie and benverly! also there’s a  lot of benverly fluff because they’re the only het couple that matters in this cruel world

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Dive Part 2

Photo creds to @levitann  on tumblr


Jungkook x reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language,

Subject: Smut, Angst

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Words: 2092

Anonymous said to :

I would like to make a request and I wish you can make it a series. BTS- Jungkook. Smut- it doesn’t matter, anything does it. Angst- 3 (he uses you but you catch feelings and because of it you don’t seem to notice he’s using you, until one day.) sorry if that doesn’t makes sense. AU- 2,5 and you can make something on your own too. I JUST REALLY LOVE ANGST, SO PLEASE MAKE PURE ANGST OUT OF IT, I AM FEELING SAD THESE DAYS, I LIKE TO CRY! 😊😊😙😙😍

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Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon

Christmas Prompt List

Christmas Prompt Masterlist

“Here.” Derek said cheerfully and handed over a steaming plate of mouth watering food. “Just as I promised, one home cooked meal and no bother from anyone.” He grinned.

“Oh really, i’m sure I heard Stiles earlier.” You muttered and smiled as Derek grabbed his own plate and sat next to you, looking for a holiday film.

“What no that was just… the radio.” He muttered.

“Umm just so you know, I’m kinda stuck in the christmas lights.” Stiles voice came from somewhere in the house and Derek smiled awkwardly.

“Alright I traded five stuffing balls for some peace and quiet… and the outside of the house decorated.” He smiled when you hi-fived him.

My Vampire Roommate //  Pt 1

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo


Pairing: Chanyeol x Baekhyun 

Genre: Vampire!au, Light Smut

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of blood play and just blood in general

Number of words in this part: 1,496

Exert:  “What are you!?” Baekhyun screams. Chanyeol tilts his head and smiles, blood all over his teeth and mouth. Crawling closer with every word, he states “I’m the bringer of pleasure and pain,”  finally reaching Baekhyun’s ear he whispers seductively “A Vampire.”

Walking out of the grocery store together, Baekhyun is giggling at a joke Chanyeol made about one of the food items they had purchased. Bags overflow in their hands but neither seemed to be concerned with the weight. When they reach the car a short distance from the grocery store, Baekhyun composes himself and asks Chanyeol if he can unlock the car doors. Chanyeol rests the groceries on his right thigh while fishing for the car keys buried in the back of his pocket. Finally reaching them, he clicks the “unlock” icon and the beep that can be heard signals that the car is now open. Baekhyun strains to open the back door with his hands full, but manages to safely unload the groceries. When Baekhyun steps away, Chanyeol deposits his share of bags into the back and closes the door. Now moving to open the driver’s side door, Chanyeol steps into the car and turns to his roommate situated in the passenger seat. Giving a sigh of relief that the pressure on his hands is gone, he starts up the car, turns up the music and begins their long drive home.

Parking the car in the number “48″ spot reserved for them, Chanyeol and Baekhyun retrieve their bags of mouth-watering food. Chanyeol stays further behind to check the security of the car while Baekhyun punches in the code to open the door to the apartment complex. When Chanyeol is satisfied and the apartment complex’s door lock clicks open, he scurries to catch up to his shorter (but evidently quicker) roommate. Walking side by side up the two stories of stairs, they are both out of breath at the top, hunched over and gasping for air. They both turn to each other and smile at how out of shape they are. After a few minutes of catching his breath, Baekhyun stands up straight and swipes a card across the sensor near the door handle. Waltzing in, he pays no regard to his roommate still hunched over outside the door. Just as he is putting the bags on their kitchen counter, he hears the door close, signaling Chanyeol’s arrival. Chanyeol stands beside him, sets his bags on the counter and helps out with putting things away.

Once all the things are away, Baekhyun lets out a sigh and looks at his watch, 6:04 it reads. “Time for supper” Baekhyun figures. Putting 2 appetizing looking steaks on a plate near the stove, Baekhyun turns it on. After around 5 minutes, he figures the pan is hot enough and plops them in. As soon as he feels that they are the correct doneness, he turns off the stove and puts each one on a black ceramic plate he had already set on on the dinner table. When he has finished also setting out the silverware and glasses of water, he calls to Chanyeol “Supper is ready! I made your favorite!” No more than 10 seconds later, they are both seated at the table and Chanyeol thanks Baekhyun for the meal. Baekhyun nods his head, accepting the flattery and cuts into his steak. Looking up to see how Chanyeol is liking his, he cringes at the amount of blood running out of the steak. “I never understood how you can still stay healthy after eating your meat while it’s practically still running” Baekhyun muttered. Chanyeol’s head snapped up in surprise despite these comments being a regular occurrence whenever they would have red meat. “Let me like what I like” he grumbles. “Whatever,” Baekhyun says, this time quietly enough for Chanyeol to remain oblivious.

When they are both finished, Baekhyun gathers all the dishes and puts them into the sink, causing the soapy water to overflow. Groaning when it gets all over the bottom of his shirt, Baekhyun debates whether or not to get a towel. Ultimately too lazy to reach for one, he deals with the dampness and reaches his hand into the water. Pulling out dish after dish and methodically washing and rinsing it, he sticks his hand in once more. Feeling a slight pinch for some reason, he rips his hand out of the water. “Shoot” he grits out. A large cut stretches from between his thumb and pointer finger into the middle of his palm. Holding his wrist, he now goes to reach for the towel hanging on the handle of the oven and presses it to the wound. 

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Minseokie happened a long time ago, so you can refresh your memory by reading his last chapter here!


[ Minseok | In Full Bloom ]

 \ back in his arms

When you woke up, you felt your neck slightly burning and Minseok’s arms still around you tight. Your tense body, strung up from numerous nightmares, calmed down at the feeling of your mate being close. Even after his reckless actions before, he still came back to you. You wiggled in his arms, your arms moving to wrap around his back, moving even closer to him. Minseok growled in appreciation, his face burying in your neck when he heard you whine in discomfort.

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One Year Ago

Has it only been a year? It feels like another lifetime ago. THIS post is the first time ever that I posted fanfic for Outlander. Heck, it was the first time I even WROTE for Outlander. The mods at @imagineclaireandjamie are amazing and were so sweet to me, even though the work I submitted was not my best.

I’d intended to write something for all of you, something special for this day but I just didn’t have the time. I have so many active series going that I couldn’t keep my promise. Instead, I’ll do this.

My life has changed so much from a year ago. Because of some of you, I wrote my senior thesis on fan fiction, which got a solidly good grade. I’ve (virtually) met some of you and talked to many of you. I’ve grown in my writing skill and my confidence in what I do and who I am. I’ve made SO MANY FRIENDS because of this. (and this kind of friendship is an introvert’s dream!) I mean, just think about it. I’m planning a trip to the U.K. because I know people there now! 

So THANK YOU. Thank you for your support and encouragement through my real life craziness. Thank you for loving my work so much, because it’s a part of me that I give to you. Thank you so much for following me into these crazy AU’s and going on these journeys with me.

I cannot wait to see where this next year takes me. @thatwetwomaybeoneagain is my U.K. mum and my tumblr mum. @thescarlettpeacock knows how to make my mouth water with her amazing food descriptions. @outlanderedandoverhere is an amazing friend who also comes up with brilliant story prompts (and quite a few visuals too!!!) @diversemediums is not only a sweet person and great friend, she’s also an incredible writer. @outlandishchridhe is my never-ending source of sarcasm and witty retorts, followed by (not so) subtle requests for more SMUT (never including Fred because “ew”). @internallydeceased is another wonderful author who is so fun to talk to. @akb723 is a FABULOUS editor and a fantastic person to bounce ideas with. @tammywt has some of the greatest comments and discussions about my works. @shortiemcbealle is another great person who I’ve become good friends with. All the mods at Imagine have talked to me at one point or another and I get giddy every time. I had a fic-off with @mybeautifuldecay, watched @bonnie-wee-swordsman craft some incredible stories, and SO many others. But some of the biggest thanks has to go out to our queen, @gotham-ruaidh. It was through her prompting and encouragement that I posted anything at all. She talked me through the emotional roller coaster that came after everyone’s responses. Writing is who I am, not just what I do. So when people accepted/wanted/loved the stuff I posted, I felt accepted/wanted/loved.

I know there’s probably a lot of you I’ve forgotten to mention, and if I have, I’m sorry. It isn’t because I’m leaving you out, but because I’m tired and had a long hot day at work. But each and every one of you who reads my writing and comments, reblogs, or likes it makes my day. So thanks again!

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Unexpected Meeting (Part 3)

Summary: All missions had been going smoothly, and Bucky was finally becoming his true self once again. Why did it have to be ruined?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: death, blood, gunshots and a whole bunch of angst

A/N: Dear lord! I’d say I was sorry, but… I’m just an evil writer. I hope y’all like it! this hurt my soul too so we can all cry together

Requests are open | Masterlist

Originally posted by buckysplums14

You know you’re in for a good day when you wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. Which was strange, considering the kitchen isn’t on the same level as your and Bucky’s bedroom in the Tower.

With the food becoming motivation, you slowly amble out of the bed before throwing on your pyjamas. It’s early in the morning, a time you’re not normally awake at, but then again, you and Bucky do have to share everything. When he’s awake, you are too.

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See Her Smile

Prompt: For a one-shot, I believe I once told you about a song called See Her Smile from Tick Tick Boom. If it’s not too much to ask, could I please request a song-fic for that particular song, with Pride? maybe a case doesn’t end the way they’d like, and the reader takes it harder than Pride does?

Requester: nowhere-dawn-death-phan 

Words: 1,910

Warnings: 1 dead body

It’s not you, she says
It’s just that life’s so hard
We all get through, I say
Just hang tight

It was hot. It was always hot in Louisiana. Hot and humid; the sticky kind that made you sweat after ten minutes of being outside. Pride was lucky to have his hat and glasses to keep the sun out of his eyes. But that comfort was off-set by the heavy kevlar that made him hotter than usual.

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Pantone Warm Gray 11 color match. Chia seeds!
If you search under #chiaseeds, you’re bound to see mouth-watering, colorful, healthy foods. Instagram health-foodies everywhere sprinkle this thing on everything. These seeds do pack a very nutritious punch, based on what I’ve read. I never realized tho, that they’re actually gray and have snake-like patterns on them.


by mrs momona © 2017

From the time he was a little kid growing up in the Philippines, Josė had two dreams: to come to America and to make it big.

Josė was the only child. His parents struggled and sacrificed on their low-income jobs to send Josė to a private school in which all the classes were taught in English. His parents dreamed of coming to America, too, and they wanted their son to have an advantage when they arrived in the USA. They encouraged Josė to practice his English as much as possible so he’d have an advantage when they got here.

Finally, right after Josė turned 18 and graduated from his high school, the first part of the dream came true. Josė ’s father received a call from the US consulate in Manila. The family’s number on the immigration quota had come up. Josė ’s mother’s sister, his Auntie Imelda, who had lived in the USA for many years, had agreed to be the family’s sponsor. He and his parents agreed that when they reached America, all would work hard and save so that they could put Josė through university in America.

Airline tickets were purchased with money sent by Auntie Imelda and the family arranged for physical examinations to complete the paperwork to become immigrants to the United States. The family physician, Dr. Tesoro, who had known Josė all his life, examined him. Tests for TB and other diseases were completed, and Josė passed all of them.

Later, Josė remembered his final conversation with Dr. Tesoro. The doctor was busy completing the form which Josė needed to turn in at the US Consulate. “Name”. “Date of Birth”. “Height”– Josė stood on the balance scale as the doctor measured 5'3". “Weight”—the scale balanced out at 116 lbs. “Blood pressure”. etc. etc. etc.

Dr. Tesoro grew sentimental as he filled out the form while Josė sat quietly next to his desk. He had delivered Josė when he was born, and here he was now, ready for a new life in America. “Well”, thought the doctor, “this young man is in fine shape to handle whatever comes. A little underweight, perhaps, but he has the muscle to handle hard physical work if it comes to that.” Josė was typical of most young men of his class in the Philippines. Life was hard, there was no money for luxuries, and most teenage boys like Josė had been doing manual work part-time for years to supplement the family income.

Dr. Tesoro completed the forms, turned to Josė, and spoke to him in English. “ Josė, my boy, let me give you some advice. America is not like what you see in the movies. I know because I went to medical school there. Be prepared to work hard, very hard. You will succeed if you work hard. The Americans are fine people and they respect hard work.” The conversation continued this way for a while. Finally, they stood and parted, Dr. Tesoro gave Josė his blessing, and Josė promised to write to him.

Life in America turned out to be just as Dr. Tesoro said. Josė and his parents lived with his Auntie Imelda  and her family while they saved every spare penny they earned. All three quickly found jobs. Josė ’s father and mother became domestics in the home of a rich Anglo family. Auntie Imelda arranged for Josė to interview for a job as a busboy at a nearby IHOP which was owned by friends of hers, a Filipino family who had been in the USA even longer than her.

Josė went to the IHOP for an interview and impressed the owner. Josė was hired and told to report to work the next day.

The following morning, Josė stood in front of the bathroom mirror after showering. As he dried himself off, he examined his reflection in the mirror. He grinned, showing a row of perfect white teeth, as he looked at his thin angular face. Back home people always told him he was handsome and he admitted to himself, they were right. He flexed his lean tight biceps and pecs and admired his trim waistline and the way his round bellybutton sat on his six-pack abs. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He smiled to himself as he got dressed. Josė was glad his mom had washed and pressed the jeans and T-shirt IHOP wanted him to wear to work. He had borrowed a pair of his cousin’s  size 28 jeans. They were loose on him but were almost new. Josė pulled the belt tight so the jeans wouldn’t slide down over his slim hips. He wanted to make a good first impression on his first day at work in the USA.

At the end of that first day, Josė remembered what Dr. Tesoro had told him. Boy, had he been correct about the hard work! Josė ’s job was to carry heavy trays of dirty dishes and to do all the heavy lifting in the kitchen and storage room. When there was extra time, he washed dishes. After the first 8-hour shift, Josė felt like he had been working sixteen hours. But, Josė was happy. He was on his way to achieving the second part of his dream–to make it big in America.

A week later, Auntie Imelda asked Josė  if he wanted another job–she had heard there was an opening for a job at the airport parking lot where another friend of hers was the manager.  Josė applied for the job and was hired the next day. His job was to man a booth at the exit to the parking lot on the “graveyard” shift–9 p.m. to 5 a.m. That was fine with Josė—his other job at IHOP started at 6 a.m. and ended at 2 p.m. The thought of working 80 hours a week didn’t matter to  Josė—it would be easier to save money for college with two jobs, and his parents’ jobs at the home of their boss meant that he didn’t get to see much of them anyway.

Josė’s life quickly took on a routine. Wake up at 7:30 p.m.–shower and eat a big meal at Auntie’s house. Stop at a food mart to buy something for his midnight “lunch” break at the airport and some snacks to carry him through the boring long hours sitting in the toll booth. Clock out at 5 a.m., catch the bus to the IHOP, wash in the employees’ locker room, change clothes, and get ready for work there. The head cook quickly took pity on her hard-working busboy and always had a big breakfast waiting for him, which he scarfed down before his shift started. Lunch was the same–the cooks always fed  Josė a big nourishing lunch during his half-hour break. He’d clock out at 2p.m. and catch the bus home for 5 hours or so of sleep before the cycle repeated itself.

Josė loved the IHOP job–his co-workers were all friendly to him, the customers were nice, and as busboy he even got a share of the tips. He looked forward to the day when he could try for a promotion to waiter and he could let someone else do the backbreaking work of busboy. Even so, the IHOP job was great, certainly much more interesting than sitting on his butt all night waiting for an occasional car to leave the airport parking lot. At the airport, he couldn’t even take a break to go to the restroom unless someone took his place. It was so boring.

On his days off,  Josė spent most of the time catching up on his sleep. He woke up only to eat the large nourishing meals either his mom or his auntie prepared for him. After all, he had to keep up his strength for his long hours at work. His cousins, Auntie Imelda’s sons, invited him to go clubbing with them but Josė always declined. He was intent on doing all he could to work hard and save money so he could go to college.

Being an observant young man, Josė soon noticed certain things at the IHOP. Americans wasted so much! He said nothing, of course, but he was always amazed at how much food the customers left on their plates. As Josė scraped the plates and all the leftover food went into the garbage can, he thought back to when he was a kid in the Philippines. There was never any extra food to waste, and many times, especially after Josė became a teenager, he left the dinner table hungry because there wasn’t enough money to buy enough food for a growing adolescent. Every Christmas Josė received a small Hershey bar as a special treat. One year, he decided to save part of it to enjoy the next day. His mother saw what he was doing and scolded him–“eat it now–don’t wait for tomorrow. You never know what will happen to it if you don’t eat it now. Don’t waste food.”

Another thing which amazed Josė was how much food the restaurant itself wasted–food that was a couple of days old and unsold  and then just thrown in the dumpster, or the hot entrees which had been prepared for lunch but didn’t sell and were just tossed out. His friends the cooks told him this was just part of doing business in a restaurant. When he had been hired, the owner had told Josė he could eat as much as he wanted when on his breaks–a perk offered to all employees, the plan being they would soon tire of the food and not eat any of it. Josė was different, however. His  constant hard work built up his appetite, and the memories of his childhood made him automatically eat food if it was there. His mother’s admonition when he was a kid–eat it now, don’t let food go to waste—was always in the back of his mind.

Finally, Josė was amazed at how good American food tasted. Like all Filipinos, Josė knew about McDonald’s, but he had never eaten at one. That was a luxury beyond the means of his family. Josė loved Filipino food, of course, and his Auntie Imelda and Mom were great cooks, but he came to really love American food, especially the American food which IHOP specialized in. Just the thought of going to work and being able to eat a stack of pancakes oozing with butter and syrup, with side orders of omelets, crispy bacon, pastries, and buttered biscuits, all washed down with glasses of cold milk, made Josė’s mouth water even before he clocked out of his airport job.

But it wasn’t only IHOP food which made Josė’s mouth water. The food mart he stopped at before heading to the airport specialized in fresh hoagies, and Josė enjoyed sampling every variety they made. All the varieties of chips and sweet treats which he purchased to snack on during his long boring hours at the tollbooth tasted great to Josė. He couldn’t understand why Americans called such things “junk food”–they weren’t “junk”, they were delicious!

Long hours of hard work and heavy lifting at the IHOP led to development of Josė’s muscles. After showering and shaving each workday, he enjoyed standing in front of the bathroom mirror flexing his biceps and popping his pecs as he admired his toned, wiry physique.  

Six months passed. His cousins began to tease Josė about some other growth on his physique–a small mound of soft flab which covered his abs and into which his bellybutton started to sink, and a  ring of brown flesh which puffed up around his once-lean midriff. Josė just smiled  and shrugged off the teasing. When he looked in the mirror his muscles had lost definition but looked bugger because of the smooth layer of soft flesh which covered them. More important to him, his savings account was growing, maybe in a couple of years he would have enough saved to attend the university.

A couple of months later, Josė was getting ready to head to the airport after a weekend off. He was putting on his pants as usual when he noticed that the zipper wouldn’t close. It had started to stick recently, but today it wouldn’t go up at all. Josė stood in front of the bathroom mirror and sucked in his gut, noting with a little apprehension in the mirror how it was covered with a wobbly layer of flab. Josė cursed softly, then sighed with relief as the zipper finally closed. He flexed his biceps and popped his pecs in the mirror, and scowled for a second at the plump “man tits” which his newly-puffy nipples  sat on now. He noticed recently that his clothes didn’t fit the way they used to–they were snug across the chest and belly, and all his jeans were getting real tight across his butt. “Oh well”, he thought shrugging, “just part of what Americans call the ‘good life’.” His thoughts returned to his jobs and his growing savings account.

Soon, it was the first anniversary of Josė’s arrival in the USA. As Jose stood in front of the mirror before he put on his shirt to head for work, the thought suddenly came to him, “No doubt about it,” thought Josė as he looked in the mirror, “I’m blowin’ up like a fuckin’ balloon.” He struggled to fasten the button on the waistband of his pants. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing he succeeded. He tried to suck in the bloat which bulged a couple of inches over his waistband, but that just accentuated the soft slack folds of flab that jiggled around his waist when he moved. He had just bought new these new size 33 pants a month ago, but already they were cutting into his newly developed pot belly. Josė turned to the side and noticed the big soft wobbly ass which ballooned outwards on his backside. “Wow”, he scowled, “I better go on a diet before I turn into a fat slob. Still”, he thought, his scowl turning into a grin, “back home in the Philippines I couldn’t hardly get enough to eat. Here…” and he thought of the hotcakes, pastries, hoagies, and other goodies which he just loved, “..a few extra pounds on me doesn’t matter. I can take the weight off whenever I have the time.”

But Josė never had the time. He two jobs took up  at least 80 hours a week. Whenever he was offered the chance to work overtime, Josė jumped at it—more money for his college savings account! The only time he had to relax was his meal and snack breaks. Josė welcomed the chance to sit down, relax for a few minutes, and dig into the American food he had come to love.

Josė noticed that he was hungry all the time now. No problem with that—he was busting his ass and needed the energy. At every meal or snack break, he shoveled in the food—savoring the delicious rich tastes of his favorites. But no matter how much he ate, it was never enough. That skinny, hungry kid inside him gorged on everything in sight, and now Josė’s  mom and auntie took note of his huge appetite when they cooked for him, preparing triple the portions of food that they had made when he first arrived in the USA.

More months went by. Josė and his parents were all still working hard. Josė had been recently promoted to waiter at IHOP, with better pay and tips. He had received a pay raise at his airport job, too. With his promotion to waiter, Jose had to buy new work clothes. He needed bigger sizes, but the increase in size didn’t register with him—he had a limited amount of time to spare and he needed to grab some food before he headed to his airport job.

Soon it was the second anniversary of Josė’s arrival in the USA. As he stood in front of the mirror, he considered how things had changed.  He proudly thought of how successful he was as a waiter. His pleasant personality, efficient work habits, and —“let’s face it,” he thought, “I’m a good looking dude and that helps bring in the tips too!” The mirror reflected back to Josė his full smiling face with new dimples on his round cheeks. He was a happy young man. Recently he had been able to buy a used car, so no more having to walk to catch the bus to his two jobs. His good relationships with his co-workers grew even better. His hard work and pleasant personality as a waiter led to large tips which went into the pot to be shared by all employees.

Josė was totally oblivious to the biggest change about himself—his ever-growing appetite. Now, at his stops at the mini-mart on his way to the airport, he automatically bought a couple of 12" hoagies and a box of a dozen of whatever “Little Debbie” snack cakes caught his attention that night. Josė also bought the largest size Hershey bar every night–it was a treat, which reminded him of his hardscrabble days as a kid when he only had  a chocolate bar once a year. At the IHOP, the free meals Josė ate before work, after work, and during his lunchbreak increased in quantity. The cooks always gave him leftovers which would be tossed out anyway. Josė’s eyes lit up with pleasure and a smile appeared on his round face whenever he was handed a plate piled high with the IHOP goodies he loved.  Soon it became the pattern for the cooks to hand him another heaping plate as soon as he wolfed down the first portion.

During his 10-minute rest breaks, Josė was always good to scarf down a couple of thickly buttered biscuits. He also developed the art of nibbling during his shift–grabbing pastries or donuts from the “discard” pile and quickly chewing and swallowing while doing his regular chores. The cooks enjoyed seeing their handsome, growing young waiter devour whatever food was in sight. They were all older women, immigrants themselves, and they all had the attitude that it was a good thing for a healthy hard-working young man to out on some weight..

More time went by. Jose’s routine continued. His savings account continued to grow. The only thing which frustrated him was his need to frequently buy new clothes. All his work clothes seemed to shrink as soon as he bought them—must be the hot dryer at home.

Josė and his family had been in the USA for three years when the owner of the IHOP, his Auntie Imelda’s friend, left a message for him to see her on his day off.  José showed up for the meeting neatly dressed in a dress shirt and dress pants. The owner was startled for a minute when Jose entered her office. He had changed so much since she had hired him three years before! If it weren’t for his dazzling white smile, she would have sworn it was a different young man standing in front of her. His face had lost all its angularity and his cheeks were round as apples. A double chin softened his neckline.  The buttons of his dress shirt were stressed by a round plump pot belly which protruded over his low-slung waistband. She smiled to herself: life in America had been good to José!

She told Josė she heard that he was doing very well as a waiter and offered him the position of manager trainee. The pay was much higher, but Josė would have to be available 60 or more hours a week. Josė was flattered and thanked the owner for her faith in him. He told her he would take the job, and added that he would need to give two weeks’ notice at his airport job. The owner, impressed with Josė’s conscientiousness, agreed.

The next morning, as Josė stood bare chested shaving in front of the mirror, he noticed how his flabby waistline had developed into a big round belly centered with a deep bellybutton and wide love handles. He blushed as he noticed that his hard pecs had transformed into big round sagging breasts which sat atop his belly. Stretch marks covered his sides, breasts, and even his upper arms. He turned to the side and noticed how his ass cheeks jiggled and quivered like two big basketballs of fat, sticking out just as far in back as his pot belly protruded out in front. He scowled for a few seconds but then smiled as he recalled his promotion and the hefty raise in pay which accompanied his new job. “Nope”, Jose thought, “this blubber sure isn’t hurting my career any. I’m beginning to look like a real American now”.

Josė gave his notice to his boss at the airport. On his last day, he was introduced to his replacement. It was about 2 a.m. and Josė was perched on the same stool which had been his seat for eight hours a night, five nights a week. Josė was finishing off the last of the box of a dozen Little Debbie Swiss Creme Rolls when his boss brought his replacement to the booth. Josė got up from his perch, shoved the box out of sight, and met the new guy. The three talked for about ten minutes–only once being interrupted by a car exiting the airport. After the boss and the new guy left, Josė resumed his perch on the stool, which groaned as he settled his bulk on it. Josė checked the clock–three hours more to go, then reached into the drawer and took out his second hoagie of the evening. His eyes lit up and his mouth started to water even before he bit into it.

Josė’s replacement couldn’t help but be amazed as he and the boss walked back from Josė’s booth to the office. The replacement, an older Filipino man recently arrived in the U.S., was amazed at the sight of Josė. He had never seen a young man as fat as Josė. Back home in the Philippines, he had seen chubby young people, but they were the children of the rich and would never be working at a job like parking-lot booth attendant. The sight of Josė’s ballooning belly and chest, wide hips and enormous rear end amazed the man.

Josė’s new job responsibilities at IHOP were a challenge, but he loved it. The owner came by frequently at first to check on things, usually accompanied by her daughter. The daughter, who appeared to Josė to be about 25, was introduced to  him as a recent college graduate who was going to be helping her mother manage the family businesses. Her name was Corazon. She gave Josė a big smile, which he returned, and told him to call her “Cory”–everyone did. Josė was struck by Cory’s good looks, beautiful smile, and friendly personality. Cory excused herself to go to the restroom, giving her mother the opportunity to tell Josė that Cory had been born in America and was an “All-American Girl” who couldn’t even speak Tagalog.

Cory quickly became the member of the owner’s family who took responsibility for Josė’s IHOP. Cory came by frequently to check on things and always appeared satisfied with how things were going at the restaurant. On her visits, she would check all parts of the restaurant, but Josė came to have the feeling that she was checking him out the most. There were times when Josė would notice her staring at him. What he didn’t know was that Cory had secretly always loved fat guys. To her, Josė was everything she had never yet found in a man–handsome, a nice guy, friendly, Filipino, and fat!  Cory noticed that José seemed to be oblivious about his ever-growing size. His protruding belly and rear end and wide hips frequently bumped into things accidentally, as if he weren’t aware of how big he had become.

On her visits, though, Cory just stuck to the pleasantries with Josė. During their management meetings, Cory and Josė would drink coffee while talking. As was his habit, Jose accompanied each cup of coffee by some pastries from the “discard pile”. It had become something he automatically did and Cory made no comment even though she eagerly watched him slather butter on every donut and cruller.

Jos sneaked plenty of looks at Cory, too. She reminded him of all the movie stars he had read about in the Philippines, beautiful and charming. Every romantic thought he had about her reached a roadblock–the fact she was his boss’s daughter. Back home, and Josė assumed in America too, Cory as the boss’s daughter was unattainable. That still didn’t stop Jos from dreaming about her a every night.

More months went by and life continued its pattern for Jose. Being a manager was more stressful than being a busboy or waiter, and there were days when he worked sixteen hours straight, sometimes subbing for one of the waiters or busboys who didn’t come to work that day. He continued to stop at the food mart even though he no longer needed to buy food to help fill the boring hours at the airport. He just loved the food there—much as he loved the IHOP food it liked the variety of hoagies and sides which always made his mouth water. The employees were so nice to him, too!  He was their best customer, stopping by for meals even on his days off..

The staff at the food mart looked forward to waiting on Josė.  Every day, he’d order a couple of assorted hoagies with extra fillings, extra mayo and extra butter. A quart of potato or mac salad, a big bag of chips, and a box of Ho-ho’s or whatever else made Jose’s mouth water completed his order. He’d arrive home, plop himself on the sofa with remote in hand, put his feet up, unbutton and unzip his pants, and then eat his meal fresh from the food-mart with ESPN in the background while he replayed the day at work in his mind. No matter how stressful the day had been–and there was always some amount of stress for him as manager–by the time he wiped the last crumbs off his overstuffed bulging belly, the stress had gone and Jose was able to fall asleep, always to dream about Cory.

One day a few months later, Josė was sitting in the kitchen during his break, making short work of a snack of a six fried eggs sandwiched one-on-one between half a dozen pancakes covered with butter and syrup, when he suddenly realized he had been in America for five years. Josė contently rubbed his belly while he thought back to how things had changed for him since he came to the U.S. He smiled as he sipped his second glass of cold milk as he considered how well things were going for him. His savings account continued to grow and he was seriously thinking of majoring in business management when he did start college.

That afternoon, Josė left work early to accompany his mother to the doctor’s office. She was recovering from the flu and Josė volunteered to take her since his father had to work. At the doctor’s office, the medical diplomas and certificates on the wall impressed Josė. One day in the future, his office would have similar diplomas in business management!

Dr. Ramos– a slender “fitness fanatic”— was equally impressed by Josė, but for other reasons. His patient, Josė’s mom, frequently spoke about her hard-working son. Here he was, and the sight of Josė sitting in the waiting room as he escorted Josė’s mom out of the examining room amazed the doctor. Mom introduced the two, and the doctor quickly asked Josė if he could come back to the examining area for a few minutes. Josė agreed, thinking the doctor wanted to talk with him about his mother.

In the examining room, the doctor asked Josė to have a seat. Josė nervously asked if his mother was OK. The doctor laughed and said yes. He further explained that he thought that since Jose was at the office, it would be a good time for him to have a check-up. Josė smiled with relief and agreed, He hadn’t seen a doctor since he left Manila five years before, and even though he felt great, he figured it couldn’t hurt to be checked out. He stripped down to his skin-tight jockey shorts and sat there for blood pressure, stethoscope tests and the rest of it. Everything turned out to be normal.

Dr. Ramos then asked Josė how much he weighed when he left Manila. Josė thought a minute and replied, “About 116, I think”. His mind went back to when he sat in Dr. Tesoro’s office five years before. He was brought back to the present when Dr. Ramos, pinching a thick roll of flab on Josė’s plump upper arm, said, “And how much do you think you weigh now, young man?” Josė thought for a moment and stammered, “about 185?” “….I know I’ve put on some weight,” he added softly. The doctor snickered, and then told Josė to walk over to the scale. The doctor noted how every part of Josė’s overfed body shifted, jiggled, and wobbled as he waddled to the scale. Josė stepped on the scale, which let out a “thunk” as his bulk impacted on it. The bar balanced out at 347 lbs. Jose seemed stunned at the numbers and showed no reaction.

The doctor then took a tape measure and measured Josė’s chest, waist and hips.

The doctor asked him to sit for a minute. “Young man”, he said, “you are grossly obese. You must go on a diet immediately, even though your blood pressure and all other tests are normal. Just take a look at yourself!” He paused for a moment and did some calculations with pencil and paper, while Josė looked down past the two ballooning mounds of his tits, each tipped with a swollen brown nipple, to the magnificent round belly hanging between his wide stretched plump thighs and extending halfway to his knees in a graceful wide bulge.

The doctor then added, “Your body mass index is 61!” “What does that mean?“ Jose stammered. “When you weighed 116, your BMI was 20. Obese is 30 or above–you figure it out, young man!” Dr. Ramos snapped.  “You are 63 inches tall, your waist is 59 inches around and your hips are 66 inches. You’re wider than you are tall! You’re a round ball of blubber! Aren’t you ashamed to be so fat?”

Josė hung his head in silent embarrassment, dressed, left the doctor’s office, and drove his mother home in silence. He got home and went straight to bed. For the first time since he arrived in the USA, he went to bed without the happy feeling of having a full stuffed tummy..

Josė got up the next morning, determined to lose weight. He had thought again through the night about the changes he had gone through since he had come to the US, but this time in the light of Dr. Ramos’ comments: how often he had to buy new pants, and every time they were a size bigger than the old ones. How buttons had popped and seems had split with increasing regularity. How people he hadn’t seen in a while seemed surprised when they saw him, and then whispered among themselves. How his cousins at some point had switched from calling him “Josė” to addressing him as “Big Guy”. He thought back to how he wanted to come to America to “make it big”. He was “big”, all right, as big as a baby elephant!

Josė showered and got dressed. He noticed that his new pants were already tight. He struggled to pull them up over his bulging hips and rear end, and after an effort managed to button them under his round protruding paunch, leaving a good three inches of  belly flab and love handle fa overhanging the waistband. Knowing that today was inventory day, he pulled on an old T-shirt. It was so tight that he had to struggle to pull it down over his ballooning man breasts, bulging belly and thick love handles, but a big roll of tan flab bulged between the bottom of the shirt and his tight waistband. He left for the IHOP without eating breakfast at home, determined to start his diet that very day.

By the time he got to work, though, Josė was starving. He was so hungry he couldn’t stand it. He hadn’t been hungry like this since he was a kid in the Philippines–his almost constant eating and snacking on his jobs had kept his growing belly always full and satisfied.

Josė arrived in the kitchen, greeted the cooks already hard at work as if nothing were wrong, and sat down with a cup of black coffee. As if on cue, one of the cooks came over to his table carrying two plates, one a stack of eight waffles covered with butter and syrup, and the other, six fried eggs, a mound of crispy bacon, and huge pile hash browns. He was about to wave them away when the aroma of the food got to him–as well as the realization that, since he had become manager, this was the way he always started the morning. Despite feeling guilty, he dug in and quickly finished his meal of “discards”. He was just so hungry he couldn’t help himself.

Feeling worse than ever, Josė got up and went back to the storeroom. For the first time he was conscious of how his big belly wobbled from side to side and bounced up and down and his big tits jiggled as he slowly made his way down the corridor. His could feel his big ass cheeks bounce and jiggle and his fat thighs rub against each other. My God! What had he let himself become?

At the storeroom door, Josė figured he might as well start the inventory even though Cory wasn’t there yet. He opened the door quietly, and was startled to see Cory already there, in the far corner. She was intent on the inventory and didn’t realize Josė was there. Jose stopped for a minute to admire Cory from afar–her beautiful round ass, slim waist, and full round breasts that were big for a Filipina. Josė felt himself getting hard, and thought back to all the times he had thought about Cory and how he could possibly win her to be his. In the past, he had always thought that his obstacle would be their difference in class. She was the owner’s daughter, after all. She was rich and would certainly never be attracted to an average guy like him. Today, Josė dejectedly put that thought aside–instead he considered that a beautiful girl like Cory would never want to be seen with a big fat slob like him. How could he have let himself get so fat? For the first time, he longed for the lean, hard body he had when he arrived in the US, before he started eating like a fucking pig.

Josė decided he might as well stop thinking and get to work. He slammed the door closed so that Cory thought he had just entered the room.

Cory’s eyes lit up when she saw Josė. “Hello! I was hoping that you hadn’t forgotten today was inventory day.” Josė blushed as he noticed Cory checking him out again, as she did every time she saw him. “She’s probably laughing to herself about what a fat slob I am”, thought Josė dejectedly.

“Josė, let’s work for a while and then we can stop to have a snack,” smiled Cory. “Why is she mocking me, talking about eating?” thought Josė. He said nothing but nodded glumly, but picked up the inventory sheets and went to a far corner of the room, as far from Cory as he could get.

The two worked in silence for about fifteen minutes. Josė had his back to Cory, intent on counting containers of lard, when he suddenly was aware that she was right behind him. He felt her hands rest his love handles. Startled, he froze, while her hands then lifted up his tight t-shirt over his chest. Cory softly whispered, “turn around to me”. Josė, still in shock, complied, and stood while Cory massaged, caressed, and pinched each of his big bulging flabby tits. “I can’t help it, Josė,” Cory whispered, "I’ve admired you ever since I first met you. You’re so handsome. Every time I see you, you’re bigger and bigger”.

Cory told Josė to take off his shirt and he complied, still speechless. One of her hands caressed and measured the bulk of his fat wide shoulders and upper arms while the other hand found its way to his deep bellybutton and started delicately fingering it while her mouth started on his big tits.

Jose’s soft ballooning tits bounced and quivered at the touch of Cory’s tongue as she moved from one big  tit to the other. He shuddered with pleasure as Cory licked the flesh around his big puffy nipples and worked her hands down his overfed, jiggly torso. Cory moaned and kissed her appreciation of Josė’s ample midriff, delicately tracing his stretch marks and luxuriating in the rolls and bulges he had packed on over the past five years. Cory gently kneaded Josė’s belly and love handles as she took more hungry mouthfuls of his soft, bouncy tits.

Josė was speechless. He never dreamed anything like this would ever happen. Cory continued her exploring of Josė’s plumped up body. He was aware that her hands had gone to the lower curve of his ballooning belly, and after massaging it for a while, Cory’s hands found their way to the waist button of his pants. She fumbled to unbutton the pants. As she struggled–the pants were so tight she was having a hard time–she said softly, “I know this must surprise you, but I can’t help it. I love you and want you. I know I’m supposed to let the man take the lead, but I can’t help it. Just the sight of you walking around the restaurant drives me crazy–you’re so handsome and sexy.”

At this point, Cory had finally undone the waist button and she tugged Jose’s trousers down. His throbbing erection was visible through his tight jockey shorts, but Cory turned Jose around so that his back was to her. He still was silent, stunned at what was happening.

Cory grabbed the overstretched waistband of his skintight jockeys and tugged downward. Jose felt the coolness as his massive round buttocks were exposed to the air. He heard Cory let out a loud gasp, then a moan. “This is what I’ve wanted for years”. He felt her hands prodding, massaging, caressing, and pinching each of his huge  butt cheeks. Each of her hands moved under one of the cheeks and hefted it up as if she was weighing a large watermelon in the supermarket, then let the butt cheek drop as she ogled how it jiggled and quivered.

Josė went wild as Cory tongued his deep bellybutton and couldn’t wait for Cory to get to his raging hard on. It happened soon enough, and Josė moaned with pleasure as she took it into her mouth and soon satisfied him.

After Cory finished with Josė, he started in on her. He quickly got hard again as he explored her bountiful breasts and every part of her beautiful body with his hands and tongue while Cory moaned and sighed and continued to caress and worship his flab. Within a few minutes, they were on the floor. Cory was in ecstasy as Josė entered her while his bulging belly and big soft tits rested on her. Her hands grabbed his big soft love handles and ass and encouraged each of his thrusts.

Finally, they lay side by side, embracing and exhausted. Cory and Josė smiled at each other and finally Josė said, “I never dreamed you loved me, even my fat. You’re all I’ve ever dreamed of, Cory. I only wish I could marry you and show you for the rest of our lives how much I love you.” Cory responded, “We’ll be married, Josė, and soon, too. I don’t want to risk ever losing you. My mother will agree to anything I want, and I want you. Now!”

Three months later, Dr. Tesoro in Manila opened up a large brown envelope which had been mailed from the USA. When he opened it, he noticed that it contained an American style wedding invitation, a hand written letter, and some loose snapshots. Dr. Tesoro checked the snapshots first. In all of them, a massively obese young Filipino man was front and center. As the doctor examined the snapshots, he was amazed. The fat young man with standing at the beach, wearing an enormous pair of surf shorts which stretched wide to cover his broad hips and massive thighs. An attractive young big-breasted Filipina snuggled next to him, with her hand resting on the upper curve of his enormous ballooning belly. The young man’s belly poured over the waistband of his shorts, hanging below his crotch. His navel had disappeared into a long slit in the bellyfat. Two huge fat man breasts, each the size of a football and each tipped with a brown nipple stretched the size of a half dollar, rested atop the massive paunch. His massive  fat-creased arms extended wide, pushed outward by the thick rolls of lard on his sides. The young man smiled broadly, showing a perfect set of white teeth, causing dimples to form in his bulging round cheeks. Thick jowls and a wide double chin buried his neck.  

With a start, Dr. Tesoro realized the young man was Josė! How he had changed!

The doctor then read the letter, which explained that Josė was doing well as a restaurant manager, would be starting night school college classes the next term, and would be married shortly. The letter ended, “So you see, doctor, I took your advice. I’ve worked hard and been successful. I’m the luckiest man in the world with a good job and beautiful fiancée. I’m very proud of what I’ve made of myself. I have indeed made it BIG in America. With best wishes, Jose”


Yoongi x Reader / Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning: inappropriate language

Note: Happy thanksgiving (midterms) guys!

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When Jimin saw her the next morning, she was still asleep.

Jimin knew it was just his imagination, but in that instant, when he slide open the cold and sanitized patient door, when he saw her lying still in a hospital gown with bandages and vital drops- it was like seeing her that day. That day when he waited 6 hours beside her bed before being pulled away by his parents. That day when she lost her voice, and her family.

He stroked her cheek gently, reassuring himself that she was okay, that she would wake up just fine.

The door slide open again. Jimin pulled his hand away from her face, his gaze however, still lingering on her face as the footsteps neared.

Jimin knew it was Yoongi.

Jimin had spent the whole night sitting on the floor in the middle of his apartment, allowing the distant but vivid memories of her flood him.

Jimin never said it, but he loved her.

But he didn’t love her.

“Hyung,” Jimin’s voice had a heavy nasal tone and was raw from exhaustion. “Do you want to know?”

Jimin didn’t need to see to know that Yoongi looked worse than him, but seeing him still gave an impact. Yoongi looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The exhaustion on his face was nothing compared to the regret and self-loath he had in his eyes.

Yoongi loved her more than him.

“Why don’t we get some coffee?”

The story wasn’t a long one, but it felt like one.

It started with their families meeting for the first time at a mutual friend’s potluck. Their moms’ hit it off like they were sister’s from another mother. The conversation went from what dish they made for the potluck, to the school their kid attended, to their plans for the next weekend. Even their dad’s had a great conversation that lasted until the end of the night.

Naturally, she and Jimin became close friends. From elementary all the way to high school, they were always together. They even ended up in the same university. Back then, she was a loud and cheerful girl, always smiling as if nothing in the world could bother her. She was a bit spoiled though. She had her temper too, which Jimin found the hard way when he broke one of her favourite pens in junior high.

He wished he could say nothing has changed.

Jimin used to love being around her. She was fun and sweet; she would always have something to say no matter how insignificant. She supported his dream when no one else did, including his parents.

Then it changed. That day changed everything.

“Her family took a road trip. Another car crashed into theirs, driving them off a small mountain road. That car… It was fine. But, it fled the scene without calling for help. She was trapped in the car for 5 hours before someone noticed and finally called for help.

They said that… They said her dad died on spot. Her mom died…died 30minutes before the ambulance arrived.

She… She was conscious the entire time.”

What Jimin couldn’t say was: she watched her mom and dad die one after the other.

The thought rang inside Yoongi’s head like a good tune he couldn’t get rid of. But this, this wasn’t a good tune that gave him pleasure and satisfaction. No. This tune had fingernails as sharp as daggers, digging into his heart but not ripping it out. It kept the pressure on the wound, allowing his heart to keep pounding in agony.

He couldn’t even imagine it.

What Jimin didn’t tell Yoongi, was his side of the story. His side was much simpler.

He started liking her in the last year of high school. He couldn’t really put a finger on the strange feelings he had towards her until university though. He knew he loved seeing her smile, her laugh, and most of all, he loved hearing her sometimes too-loud voice. He liked it all, but he never thought too much about it. In fact, he never thought about it until one of their friends asked if he knew she liked him.

That made things awkward between them for a couple of weeks. Jimin never really thought about her that way before- he never thought about anyone in that way before. But the weeks of slightly awkward interactions and sometimes avoidance made him realize that he liked her presence, and he missed her presence. He didn’t really understand why he would get mad at her for being too close with the other guys in their group until then.

He finally realized what his feelings were the week before that trip.

He was gathering up the courage to confess to her that entire week, even though he knew that she had feelings for him (and for a very long period of time too), he was still nervous. He had it all planned out when his parents told him the news and took him to the hospital to see her.

After that, it was all different.

She still smiled, but it wasn’t the same. He loved her smile that made him forget all the worries in the world, but her smile turned to something that made him want to try away and weep.

She was still sweet, but at the bottom of her eyes there was always that sadness that neither she or he could ever get rid of.

She… never said another word.

Jimin loved her. But he loved the old her.

Seeing the new her pained her. Every time he saw her, he would remember the old her. It wasn’t her fault, he knew that, but seeing her like this… The pain overpowered the love to where he couldn’t love her anymore.

He just couldn’t.

“That’s when she lost her voice.” Jimin said softly, gaze focused on the latte cup that still had steam vaporizing into the chilly air. “Then she became the way she is. You…”

You know her more than I do.

Jimin couldn’t say finish his sentence.

When Yoongi got back to her, she was already awake. Her eyelids still a bit droopy, but she was straining to look around without getting up from the bed. She was looking for a nurse. When she heard the door slide open, she looked in that direct. A look of genuine shock crossed her face when she realized it was Yoongi. She didn’t expect him to be here, especially after seeing the clock on the wall which said 1pm.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice was lower than usual, a gentle and comforting smile on his face, “how are you feeling?”

What she couldn’t see, was his hand clutched so hard behind his back that his knuckles shone white.

She smiled weakly, giving him a small nod. But her smile quickly turned into a frown when the nod made the pillow rub against her wounds in the wrong way and pain shot through her head. Yoongi quickly placed a hand on her forehand, coaxing, “Don’t move too much, you have a few wounds on the left side on your head that’s still healing. I’ll grab a nurse to check up on you.”

She wasn’t sure if it was the concussion or just her, but in that moment, she didn’t want him to leave. She reached out and grabbed at his sleeve weakly, like a small animal looking for comfort. Yoongi noticed almost immediately, enclosing his hand over hers without so much of a second thought. He couldn’t help but lean down, putting his face closer to hers, at first, it was to look at her more closely. But after inching forward, he couldn’t stop himself from moving even closer, all the way until his face was inches from hers.

His breath tickled her when he asked, “what’s wrong.”

The way his voice sounded made her mind go blank. It was so soft and tender.

And his eyes…

A soft knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening signaled a nurse’s arrival. It interrupted the moment too fast for Yoongi to notice how her gaze changed when he came close. But for her, everything played in slow motion.

She wanted him to stay.

They released her from the hospital that night, but strictly forbid work for the next couple of days, at least until next Monday, both for her sake, and his.

It wasn’t a surprise when Yoongi took her to his car to drive her, but she was slightly surprised when they took a pit stop at his building.

“I need to pick up a few things.” Yoongi’s explanation was short and concise. He left the engine on and came back with in less than five minutes, plastic bag in either hand, panting a bit from the run he made.

She watched him place the things in the back seat, and immediately smelt mouth-watering scent of food, possibly her favourite, but she wasn’t sure.

Yoongi was explaining to her before she even questioned. “I bought a few dishes from the place down the street for dinner, I figured it was the best thing since I can’t cook, and I assume that you’re hungry. There’s some random stuff in there too.”

She was pretty hungry now that he mentioned it, and she reached out to write ‘thanks’ on his arm.

It tickled like a kitten’s paw.

On the way back, Yoongi mentioned the aftermath of the incident. The young girl was a frequent offense, she’s broken and stole from several celebrity homes under people’s request to steal personal items over the years. It just happened that Yoongi was the target this time.

She stayed silent while Yoongi’s voice recited the story, she would be lying if she said that she was fine, and she didn’t want to lie to him.

To her relief, Yoongi didn’t ask her. He completed the story and simply left the topic, as if he knew she didn’t want to talk about it yet.

When he started pulling out all the stuff he ordered, she gave a noticeable response- she dropped one of the chopsticks she was holding on to the table. Yoongi paused, tilting his head to look at the awe on her face.

It really didn’t look like much when he put it in the back seat, but there on the table was three different types of soups, two dishes, rice, an abundance of side dishes, and it was only one bag.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I ordered a couple of things you liked.” Yoongi looked a bit guilty, but she wasn’t sure if that was because he ordered too much, or because he didn’t know what she wanted.

Then he proceeded to open the other plastic bag, and it was filled with vitamin pills, painkillers, other medicines, snacks, fruits plates…

She couldn’t stay quiet anymore, grabbing the notebook from the table, she wrote: ‘Isn’t this a bit too much?’

He took a glance at the paper, “It’s fine, I have to go to work tomorrow so I might not able to bring you lunch, it’s just in case you get hungry tomorrow and don’t want to go out.”

He was right, it was Friday tomorrow, and unlike her, he didn’t have a viable reason to ditch work. Then she caught the important part of the sentence, does he mean he’s going to come over for breakfast and dinner?

Yoongi placed the stuff where he felt was appropriate, and walked over to sit at her small dinner table. Seeing that she didn’t open anything yet, he began to do it for her, listing out what he bought as he opened the plastic containers.

Her eyes grew watery.

She looked down at the nearest soup and took it, using the actions to quickly blink away her tears.

She couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if he was always here.

They finished the meal too quickly, Yoongi packed up the remaining food and put it in her fridge, and took the garbage as he walked to the door.

A part of him wanted to stay, but it was late, almost 10pm. He could tell from her sluggish footsteps, that she would fall asleep as soon as he left.

He reached out to pat her on the head, “Goodnight.”

With her half asleep state, she didn’t really think about her actions. She reached out for his arm as he turned away, holding it in her hand, she wrote: ‘Are you coming tomorrow?’

Yoongi nodded, a smile dancing on his lips.

Her expression brightened too quickly hearing his response, but she couldn’t control it.

‘Go home safe.’

Yoongi’s hand glazed her cheek, “I will.”

When she closed the door, Yoongi couldn’t keep his expression at ease anymore.

What Jimin had told him didn’t change his feelings towards her, it made them clearer. But… Knowing what he knew, he wasn’t sure how to act towards her anymore. It shouldn’t be this difficult, but it was. Over dinner, he wanted to mention the conversation he had with Jimin multiple times, but every time she met his eyes, he lost the courage. It was too early wasn’t it?

He always knew what to say and what shouldn’t be said, but it was never simple when it came to her. Not because of her, but because of who she is to him. He wanted to tell her he knew; he wanted to be honest with her, and he would have, if she didn’t grab at him in the hospital. Even at the door just now, he knew things were changing.

What if it ended up pushing her away?

He doesn’t know her past, or how she got through it, or even what it meant to her. He couldn’t possibly know the her before the accident, or how much it truly changed her.

Yoongi sighed, moving his heavy steps down the staircase.

Maybe it would be wise to wait a bit longer.

When Sunday rolled around, her injuries on her head was pretty much healed, but the scar and bruising on the side of her face was still more than visible. In face, it looked worse than before. It was a natural process since it was healing, but it was more than aesthetically unpleasing. She had been considering her options to hid the injuries before Yoongi came over, and when he came over with an oversized cap of his, it solved the problem.

He adjusted the cap and pulled her hair more to the front, just covering the side of her cheek. He nodded, pleased with himself that his idea worked so well, he stepped away so she could see for herself in the bathroom.

“What do you think?” Yoongi asked, leaning against the wall.

She nodded, but then frowned. ‘I don’t think hats are allowed in the office.’

Yoongi tilted his head, “Show your manager the injury first, if he doesn’t agree, we can think of something else.”

She nodded, taking off the hat in a way that didn’t hurt ear.

Yoongi watched her in silence.

It wasn’t unusual, but something felt off.

She set the hat on the counter, giving Yoongi a questioning look. He was anxious about something.

Before she could reach for his hand, he turned and walked out the bathroom. “Do you need to stock up anything? I can take you.”

She followed him out, confused but decided against asking. ‘Sure.’

They came back an hour later, Yoongi seemed more than absentminded the entire trip, but she didn’t point it out. He stood next to her, handing her things while she organized them into her cabinets.

“Y/N.” He said, handing her the last item from the bag.

She looked at him.

“Me and Jimin… we had a conversation.”

“I know.”