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my lover (m.yoongi x reader)
summary: your gentle strumming paired with your soulful singing, yoongi owes his abundant flow of customers to you. how does he repay you? coffee and pastries, sprinkled with his love.
warnings/tags: oneshot, strangerstolovers!au, yoongi is a cafe owner having slow business :/ reader is a precious soul who just loves singing. along with yoongi's amazing food :D pls excuse me, idk how you treat guitar string blisters/cuts >.<
pairing: cafeowner!yoongi x busker!female!reader
genre: fluffyyy!
a/n: happy birthday to the loml <3 this was inspired by lover & willow by taylor swift!
-
"it doesn't really hurt, Yoongs, I'll just ice it or something later,"
"just admit that you don't know how to treat them."
You sigh, looking at Yoongi heading inside his cafe's kitchen, determined to get you something for your blistered fingers, courtesy of the guitar you've been playing with for the past hour. You gently trace the scars on your hands, due to the frequent playing of your guitar, showing everyone around you that it was you and your guitar against the world. It wasn't just the two of you, it was Yoongi too. You don't think you would've reached where you are right now if it wasn't him printing your SoundCloud account on every bill so people could go home and listen to the lilting voice they heard in the cafe.
"got it!"
You lift your head to find Yoongi holding up an open first aid box, finding the bandages, ointments and tablets neatly arranged. "we find alot of burns in this place," he answers your inner curious cat, lifting your hand so he could inspect it better. "i heard you can soak them in apple cider vinegar but that's just a waste of my pantry stock," your first aid "specialist" says, "I'm going to clean them with the alcohol wipes and then put a cold compress on it, not direct ice." you feel a piercing gaze when you hear the emphasis on direct ice. You smile instead, grateful that someone cares for your nimble fingers which work so hard.
-
Poking a fork through a fresh red velvet pastry, you look at the owner of the cafe you're currently sitting in. Your first meeting was nothing short of dreamy, you muse. Caught out in the rain after your busking session, Yoongi offered to let you stay and play for the customers in his cafe, until the downpour passed. He let you stay past working hours, offering a warm cup of coffee and a matcha pastry, paired with a gummy smile and, "it's on the house. thank you for the customers!" When you had finished the delectable goods, you tell him on an impulse that you'd like to sing his cafe. Only if his payment was his food. Not to see him more, not to know the man behind the counter, a mythical being in your eyes.
And so, you started your little deal. You sing your heart out for 2 hours or so, singing of a man you held close in your heart. A force to be reckoned with but gentle with the people around him. You sing of how you're a willow tree, bending to his wind and will. A willow tree willing to be his shelter, willing to fall for the tricks he plays, willing to let him love you and you love him.
-
"what's this?" squinting to look at the bill held far away from him, Yoongi proudly smiles, "that's her SoundCloud," gesturing at your daydreaming state, cheeks filled with sweet red velvet, song writing book open in front of you with lyrics in neat handwriting scribbled onto the pages, eyes wandering in a dreamland he knows all too well. Handing a token to the customer, he says, "make sure to give it a listen!" He's always repeating those words to every customer that comes in lately and somehow, he isn't tired of it. He glances at your now concentrated state, tongue peeking out and furiously writing in your book. He chuckles at your speed and force on your poor pencil, almost at its stubby end. He fishes out a fancy pen out of the drawer. Skillfully taking the steaming coffees sitting on the counter, he serves the customers, landing infront of you. You suddenly snap out of your reverie, shutting your book.
"whoa, slow down love," he says, handing the pen to you. Eyebrows scrunched in question and looking up to ask him, Yoongi effectively catches you, saying, "so you can stop bothering me with stuff my cafe doesn't even sell." You know he's teasing because of his gummy smile peaking through, shoulders slightly shaking at your bemused expression. You take the pen and twirl it in between your fingers, it's sleek black body glinting in the soft summer rays streaming through.
"wanna read the latest addition? I call it lover," you say eagerly, opening the book and underlining the heading in your book, grateful for Yoongi being thoughtful enough to fill it with ink. "of course? is that even a question at this point, darling?" folding his arms and leaning forward, he listens to your freshly jotted lyrics, cat-like eyes tracing the words fervently written. Little does he know, it's all him.
-
Saying a meek "thank you" into the mic, you scurry down from the makeshift stage your boyfriend got you. Heading behind the counter, you're met face to face with a beaming Yoongi, red velvet pastry and coffee in his hands. "take me out, take me home?" he teases, placing the food on the counter. Big, gentle hands take your head tenderly, a tiny peck placed on your forehead.
"you're my lover," you say, piercing your fork through the pastry, "you're supposed to do all that," you say matter-of-factly, mouth full with the melting pastry.
"and I'd do them gladly, my love," he says, his eyes quick to catch on your content expression. His hand sneaks around your waist, long fingers playing with the loose threads of your cardigan he gifted you last Christmas. With your head tucked under his chin, you lazily gaze around the cafe, looking at the jealous looks of the teenage girls, faces of longing directed at him. Your face turns into a slightly proud one, saying, "that's my man."
my lover (m.yoongi x reader)
summary: your gentle strumming paired with your soulful singing, yoongi owes his abundant flow of customers to you. how does he repay you? coffee and pastries, sprinkled with his love.
warnings/tags: oneshot, strangerstolovers!au, yoongi is a cafe owner having slow business :/ reader is a precious soul who just loves singing. along with yoongi's amazing food :D pls excuse me, idk how you treat guitar string blisters/cuts >.<
pairing: cafeowner!yoongi x busker!female!reader
genre: fluffyyy!
a/n: happy birthday to the loml <3 this was inspired by lover & willow by taylor swift!
-
"it doesn't really hurt, Yoongs, I'll just ice it or something later,"
"just admit that you don't know how to treat them."
You sigh, looking at Yoongi heading inside his cafe's kitchen, determined to get you something for your blistered fingers, courtesy of the guitar you've been playing with for the past hour. You gently trace the scars on your hands, due to the frequent playing of your guitar, showing everyone around you that it was you and your guitar against the world. It wasn't just the two of you, it was Yoongi too. You don't think you would've reached where you are right now if it wasn't him printing your SoundCloud account on every bill so people could go home and listen to the lilting voice they heard in the cafe.
"got it!"
You lift your head to find Yoongi holding up an open first aid box, finding the bandages, ointments and tablets neatly arranged. "we find alot of burns in this place," he answers your inner curious cat, lifting your hand so he could inspect it better. "i heard you can soak them in apple cider vinegar but that's just a waste of my pantry stock," your first aid "specialist" says, "I'm going to clean them with the alcohol wipes and then put a cold compress on it, not direct ice." you feel a piercing gaze when you hear the emphasis on direct ice. You smile instead, grateful that someone cares for your nimble fingers which work so hard.
-
Poking a fork through a fresh red velvet pastry, you look at the owner of the cafe you're currently sitting in. Your first meeting was nothing short of dreamy, you muse. Caught out in the rain after your busking session, Yoongi offered to let you stay and play for the customers in his cafe, until the downpour passed. He let you stay past working hours, offering a warm cup of coffee and a matcha pastry, paired with a gummy smile and, "it's on the house. thank you for the customers!" When you had finished the delectable goods, you tell him on an impulse that you'd like to sing his cafe. Only if his payment was his food. Not to see him more, not to know the man behind the counter, a mythical being in your eyes.
And so, you started your little deal. You sing your heart out for 2 hours or so, singing of a man you held close in your heart. A force to be reckoned with but gentle with the people around him. You sing of how you're a willow tree, bending to his wind and will. A willow tree willing to be his shelter, willing to fall for the tricks he plays, willing to let him love you and you love him.
-
"what's this?" squinting to look at the bill held far away from him, Yoongi proudly smiles, "that's her SoundCloud," gesturing at your daydreaming state, cheeks filled with sweet red velvet, song writing book open in front of you with lyrics in neat handwriting scribbled onto the pages, eyes wandering in a dreamland he knows all too well. Handing a token to the customer, he says, "make sure to give it a listen!" He's always repeating those words to every customer that comes in lately and somehow, he isn't tired of it. He glances at your now concentrated state, tongue peeking out and furiously writing in your book. He chuckles at your speed and force on your poor pencil, almost at its stubby end. He fishes out a fancy pen out of the drawer. Skillfully taking the steaming coffees sitting on the counter, he serves the customers, landing infront of you. You suddenly snap out of your reverie, shutting your book.
"whoa, slow down love," he says, handing the pen to you. Eyebrows scrunched in question and looking up to ask him, Yoongi effectively catches you, saying, "so you can stop bothering me with stuff my cafe doesn't even sell." You know he's teasing because of his gummy smile peaking through, shoulders slightly shaking at your bemused expression. You take the pen and twirl it in between your fingers, it's sleek black body glinting in the soft summer rays streaming through.
"wanna read the latest addition? I call it lover," you say eagerly, opening the book and underlining the heading in your book, grateful for Yoongi being thoughtful enough to fill it with ink. "of course? is that even a question at this point, darling?" folding his arms and leaning forward, he listens to your freshly jotted lyrics, cat-like eyes tracing the words fervently written. Little does he know, it's all him.
-
Saying a meek "thank you" into the mic, you scurry down from the makeshift stage your boyfriend got you. Heading behind the counter, you're met face to face with a beaming Yoongi, red velvet pastry and coffee in his hands. "take me out, take me home?" he teases, placing the food on the counter. Big, gentle hands take your head tenderly, a tiny peck placed on your forehead.
"you're my lover," you say, piercing your fork through the pastry, "you're supposed to do all that," you say matter-of-factly, mouth full with the melting pastry.
"and I'd do them gladly, my love," he says, his eyes quick to catch on your content expression. His hand sneaks around your waist, long fingers playing with the loose threads of your cardigan he gifted you last Christmas. With your head tucked under his chin, you lazily gaze around the cafe, looking at the jealous looks of the teenage girls, faces of longing directed at him. Your face turns into a slightly proud one, saying, "that's my man."
I think we all would take what yoongo gives ;u; deep down, I just know he's a really good person to lean on when it comes to go stuff you're passionate about, knowing he would support you all the way, even dare to against all odds. just like he did for himself! at the end of the day, I think i wanted an oc who represents all of us, passionate and genuine when it comes to smth we love!
I love your review, cee! thanks for reading and enjoying it♡☆•⊙°◇
my lover (m.yoongi x reader)
summary: your gentle strumming paired with your soulful singing, yoongi owes his abundant flow of customers to you. how does he repay you? coffee and pastries, sprinkled with his love.
warnings/tags: oneshot, strangerstolovers!au, yoongi is a cafe owner having slow business :/ reader is a precious soul who just loves singing. along with yoongi's amazing food :D pls excuse me, idk how you treat guitar string blisters/cuts >.<
pairing: cafeowner!yoongi x busker!female!reader
genre: fluffyyy!
a/n: happy birthday to the loml <3 this was inspired by lover & willow by taylor swift!
-
"it doesn't really hurt, Yoongs, I'll just ice it or something later,"
"just admit that you don't know how to treat them."
You sigh, looking at Yoongi heading inside his cafe's kitchen, determined to get you something for your blistered fingers, courtesy of the guitar you've been playing with for the past hour. You gently trace the scars on your hands, due to the frequent playing of your guitar, showing everyone around you that it was you and your guitar against the world. It wasn't just the two of you, it was Yoongi too. You don't think you would've reached where you are right now if it wasn't him printing your SoundCloud account on every bill so people could go home and listen to the lilting voice they heard in the cafe.
"got it!"
You lift your head to find Yoongi holding up an open first aid box, finding the bandages, ointments and tablets neatly arranged. "we find alot of burns in this place," he answers your inner curious cat, lifting your hand so he could inspect it better. "i heard you can soak them in apple cider vinegar but that's just a waste of my pantry stock," your first aid "specialist" says, "I'm going to clean them with the alcohol wipes and then put a cold compress on it, not direct ice." you feel a piercing gaze when you hear the emphasis on direct ice. You smile instead, grateful that someone cares for your nimble fingers which work so hard.
-
Poking a fork through a fresh red velvet pastry, you look at the owner of the cafe you're currently sitting in. Your first meeting was nothing short of dreamy, you muse. Caught out in the rain after your busking session, Yoongi offered to let you stay and play for the customers in his cafe, until the downpour passed. He let you stay past working hours, offering a warm cup of coffee and a matcha pastry, paired with a gummy smile and, "it's on the house. thank you for the customers!" When you had finished the delectable goods, you tell him on an impulse that you'd like to sing his cafe. Only if his payment was his food. Not to see him more, not to know the man behind the counter, a mythical being in your eyes.
And so, you started your little deal. You sing your heart out for 2 hours or so, singing of a man you held close in your heart. A force to be reckoned with but gentle with the people around him. You sing of how you're a willow tree, bending to his wind and will. A willow tree willing to be his shelter, willing to fall for the tricks he plays, willing to let him love you and you love him.
-
"what's this?" squinting to look at the bill held far away from him, Yoongi proudly smiles, "that's her SoundCloud," gesturing at your daydreaming state, cheeks filled with sweet red velvet, song writing book open in front of you with lyrics in neat handwriting scribbled onto the pages, eyes wandering in a dreamland he knows all too well. Handing a token to the customer, he says, "make sure to give it a listen!" He's always repeating those words to every customer that comes in lately and somehow, he isn't tired of it. He glances at your now concentrated state, tongue peeking out and furiously writing in your book. He chuckles at your speed and force on your poor pencil, almost at its stubby end. He fishes out a fancy pen out of the drawer. Skillfully taking the steaming coffees sitting on the counter, he serves the customers, landing infront of you. You suddenly snap out of your reverie, shutting your book.
"whoa, slow down love," he says, handing the pen to you. Eyebrows scrunched in question and looking up to ask him, Yoongi effectively catches you, saying, "so you can stop bothering me with stuff my cafe doesn't even sell." You know he's teasing because of his gummy smile peaking through, shoulders slightly shaking at your bemused expression. You take the pen and twirl it in between your fingers, it's sleek black body glinting in the soft summer rays streaming through.
"wanna read the latest addition? I call it lover," you say eagerly, opening the book and underlining the heading in your book, grateful for Yoongi being thoughtful enough to fill it with ink. "of course? is that even a question at this point, darling?" folding his arms and leaning forward, he listens to your freshly jotted lyrics, cat-like eyes tracing the words fervently written. Little does he know, it's all him.
-
Saying a meek "thank you" into the mic, you scurry down from the makeshift stage your boyfriend got you. Heading behind the counter, you're met face to face with a beaming Yoongi, red velvet pastry and coffee in his hands. "take me out, take me home?" he teases, placing the food on the counter. Big, gentle hands take your head tenderly, a tiny peck placed on your forehead.
"you're my lover," you say, piercing your fork through the pastry, "you're supposed to do all that," you say matter-of-factly, mouth full with the melting pastry.
"and I'd do them gladly, my love," he says, his eyes quick to catch on your content expression. His hand sneaks around your waist, long fingers playing with the loose threads of your cardigan he gifted you last Christmas. With your head tucked under his chin, you lazily gaze around the cafe, looking at the jealous looks of the teenage girls, faces of longing directed at him. Your face turns into a slightly proud one, saying, "that's my man."
I think we all would take what yoongo gives ;u; deep down, I just know he's a really good person to lean on when it comes to go stuff you're passionate about, knowing he would support you all the way, even dare to against all odds. just like he did for himself! at the end of the day, I think i wanted an oc who represents all of us, passionate and genuine when it comes to smth we love!
I love your review, cee! thanks for reading and enjoying it♡☆•⊙°◇
my lover (m.yoongi x reader)
summary: your gentle strumming paired with your soulful singing, yoongi owes his abundant flow of customers to you. how does he repay you? coffee and pastries, sprinkled with his love.
warnings/tags: oneshot, strangerstolovers!au, yoongi is a cafe owner having slow business :/ reader is a precious soul who just loves singing. along with yoongi's amazing food :D pls excuse me, idk how you treat guitar string blisters/cuts >.<
pairing: cafeowner!yoongi x busker!female!reader
genre: fluffyyy!
a/n: happy birthday to the loml <3 this was inspired by lover & willow by taylor swift!
-
"it doesn't really hurt, Yoongs, I'll just ice it or something later,"
"just admit that you don't know how to treat them."
You sigh, looking at Yoongi heading inside his cafe's kitchen, determined to get you something for your blistered fingers, courtesy of the guitar you've been playing with for the past hour. You gently trace the scars on your hands, due to the frequent playing of your guitar, showing everyone around you that it was you and your guitar against the world. It wasn't just the two of you, it was Yoongi too. You don't think you would've reached where you are right now if it wasn't him printing your SoundCloud account on every bill so people could go home and listen to the lilting voice they heard in the cafe.
"got it!"
You lift your head to find Yoongi holding up an open first aid box, finding the bandages, ointments and tablets neatly arranged. "we find alot of burns in this place," he answers your inner curious cat, lifting your hand so he could inspect it better. "i heard you can soak them in apple cider vinegar but that's just a waste of my pantry stock," your first aid "specialist" says, "I'm going to clean them with the alcohol wipes and then put a cold compress on it, not direct ice." you feel a piercing gaze when you hear the emphasis on direct ice. You smile instead, grateful that someone cares for your nimble fingers which work so hard.
-
Poking a fork through a fresh red velvet pastry, you look at the owner of the cafe you're currently sitting in. Your first meeting was nothing short of dreamy, you muse. Caught out in the rain after your busking session, Yoongi offered to let you stay and play for the customers in his cafe, until the downpour passed. He let you stay past working hours, offering a warm cup of coffee and a matcha pastry, paired with a gummy smile and, "it's on the house. thank you for the customers!" When you had finished the delectable goods, you tell him on an impulse that you'd like to sing his cafe. Only if his payment was his food. Not to see him more, not to know the man behind the counter, a mythical being in your eyes.
And so, you started your little deal. You sing your heart out for 2 hours or so, singing of a man you held close in your heart. A force to be reckoned with but gentle with the people around him. You sing of how you're a willow tree, bending to his wind and will. A willow tree willing to be his shelter, willing to fall for the tricks he plays, willing to let him love you and you love him.
-
"what's this?" squinting to look at the bill held far away from him, Yoongi proudly smiles, "that's her SoundCloud," gesturing at your daydreaming state, cheeks filled with sweet red velvet, song writing book open in front of you with lyrics in neat handwriting scribbled onto the pages, eyes wandering in a dreamland he knows all too well. Handing a token to the customer, he says, "make sure to give it a listen!" He's always repeating those words to every customer that comes in lately and somehow, he isn't tired of it. He glances at your now concentrated state, tongue peeking out and furiously writing in your book. He chuckles at your speed and force on your poor pencil, almost at its stubby end. He fishes out a fancy pen out of the drawer. Skillfully taking the steaming coffees sitting on the counter, he serves the customers, landing infront of you. You suddenly snap out of your reverie, shutting your book.
"whoa, slow down love," he says, handing the pen to you. Eyebrows scrunched in question and looking up to ask him, Yoongi effectively catches you, saying, "so you can stop bothering me with stuff my cafe doesn't even sell." You know he's teasing because of his gummy smile peaking through, shoulders slightly shaking at your bemused expression. You take the pen and twirl it in between your fingers, it's sleek black body glinting in the soft summer rays streaming through.
"wanna read the latest addition? I call it lover," you say eagerly, opening the book and underlining the heading in your book, grateful for Yoongi being thoughtful enough to fill it with ink. "of course? is that even a question at this point, darling?" folding his arms and leaning forward, he listens to your freshly jotted lyrics, cat-like eyes tracing the words fervently written. Little does he know, it's all him.
-
Saying a meek "thank you" into the mic, you scurry down from the makeshift stage your boyfriend got you. Heading behind the counter, you're met face to face with a beaming Yoongi, red velvet pastry and coffee in his hands. "take me out, take me home?" he teases, placing the food on the counter. Big, gentle hands take your head tenderly, a tiny peck placed on your forehead.
"you're my lover," you say, piercing your fork through the pastry, "you're supposed to do all that," you say matter-of-factly, mouth full with the melting pastry.
"and I'd do them gladly, my love," he says, his eyes quick to catch on your content expression. His hand sneaks around your waist, long fingers playing with the loose threads of your cardigan he gifted you last Christmas. With your head tucked under his chin, you lazily gaze around the cafe, looking at the jealous looks of the teenage girls, faces of longing directed at him. Your face turns into a slightly proud one, saying, "that's my man."
OMG I LOVE THIS IM LITERALLY GOING THROUGH IT RIGHT NOW I HATE BEING A GIRL BUT I LOVE OBANAI 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
It’s ok sweetheart
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Warning(s)/info: Period comfort, menstruation, cramps, x reader, modern au
tagging: @nothingtoseehere1-2-3
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You’re laying on your bed, curling into yourself as pain courses through your abdomen.
Tears prick your eyes as another sharp cramp courses through your body.
You hear a soft knock on your door. “Come in…” Your voice is so weak the person outside almost didn’t catch it.
Your loving boyfriend, Obanai, walks in with a bag in his hand.
“Hey sweetheart, are you feeling better?” He asks you softly and you weakly shake your head.
“I’m sorry love, I got a few things to help you… I got some chocolate, a heating pad, and some other snacks for you..” He lists everything off as he pulls them out to show you.
“Thank you sweetheart… Can we cuddle with the heating pad…?” He immediately nods and plugs in the heating pad then he puts it over your abdomen before crawling into your bed next to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind.
“Just relax sweetheart, I know it hurts… You can do it though.. You’re one of the strongest people I know..”
~the end~
I hope this helps you feel better pookie🥰💕
My heart is torn... I feel like nothing can soothe all the pain I carry in my soul. It hurts. All the sleepless nights come with so many questions and many memories, memories that cause me regrets. Although I can't change anything, I still have hope that time will heal all the past hurts.
14th of May 22

texts from my lover in new york <3
please don’t forget about me <\3
he is the gentle and calm waters in the warmest of seas
he is the sunlight that beams through the waves
and glistens atop the surface
he is the rays of light cast across the sky
in a warm july sunrise
he is the clouds on a lazy sunday afternoon
he is my sun, moon, and stars
he is
he is
he is
he is mine
and lord knows how completely
i am his
By The Fingertips
It is to my dad that I finally say it out loud, the confession hatched like an ugly egg from deep in my throat:
I wish we would just get caught, and let the chips fall where they may.
I wish that one way or another this could finally be over.
Monday 2009
I need a break from the things that hurt, and it may be only for a little while or it may be longer; but you and I will always find our way back to one another no matter what happens.
I am the one who is always happy to see you, who never has to fake it, who always knows you can do more and wants to know how you will, but-
I am not the one you want those things from, and that is where our magnets flip their poles and the resistance begins.
I'm going to have dinner with someone soon, who is looking directly at me, instead of at a ghost standing over my shoulder; I'll fuck you out from under my skin if I have to.
You and I will always find our way back to one another, but I need a break from the hurt, at least for a little while.
Thursday 2204
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
You told me we would still be friends.
“I would’ve gone with you to the end”
~Aragorn~
~Elessar~
~strider~
