and i swear in that moment he was all of us


okay so you know how Jeremy Shada was talking about how he found out Lance was Cuban????? and how he found out by reading a line Lance has that says something along the lines of “I’m just a boy from Cuba”???

i just realized that that line actually sounds like he could be seriously devaluing himself with those words. what if Jeremy accidentally gave us a look into a future emotional moment for Lance and his insecurities???

think about it. he could be talking to one or more team members in this line! what if he’s comparing himself to everyone else on the team, pointing out how they all are so talented and useful to the team and is like “you all have something that makes you useful and important, and i’m just a boy from Cuba…”

i’m losing my shit my dudes!!!!

Chanyeol As Your Boyfriend
  • Where do I start with this boy
  • Goofy and kind of dense but overly loving?
  • “Chan I have work to d-”
  • *pulls you back into bed resting his large on top of yours with his gravely morning voice*
  • “Just a few more minutes Y/N…I want to spend all my good moments with you”
  • AND RIP! There goes your resolve to refuse your lovable boyfriend
  • He’s the type to get you in trouble, LIKE UNINTENTIONALLY THOUGH HE SWEARS HE DIDNT MEAN TO!1!1!1
  • “Oh it’s my boss from work!” *avoid avoid avoid*
  • But let’s be real you can’t really get mad at him, he just wants what’s right for you
  • He could be annoying though using text terms like, lol, lmao, brb, ttyl, tt, omg, etc. in a basic vocal conversation
  • Speaking of Baek, oh boy he and Jongdae,,,,well let’s just say you got 3 for the price of one
  • *opens door to home* “Channie I’m ho-”
  • *three heads pop up to say hello*
  • He might be soft but he’s not innocent at all (remember the time he and Kyungsoo laughed cause some squishy things Kyungsoo was holding looked like a dick? Oh yea)
  • He…just can’t read atmosphere that well
  • *slides over to kiss you in front of parents*
  • But what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he can’t see the outside world because you are his world
  • Fashion shopping would be so easy with him though omg
  • “Y/N? Which hoodie, this blue one or the black? Or should I get the purple one”
  • I’d say he’s territorial, easy to get jealous and needs validation from time to time. Poor baby gets so many unnecessary hate that it will affect how he is in the relationship
  • But that also means as the person he chose to build a relationship with he’ll ask you for validation first
  • “Is this okay to post on Instagram?” ; “Is this song good?” ; “Did I do well today?”
  • And just seeing that heartwarming smile he gives you when you say yes well it just helps with your day a little more
  • He may suck at reading atmosphere but he can tell when you’re upset or down
  • Pulling you into a hug where he wraps his long arms and legs around you to just listen and try to help you through.
  • He tries to do the things you’d usually do just to help you a out a little more even if he makes a bigger mess than before
  • Your dates would be so pure and simple or extravagant and wild; it depends on his spontaneous personality 
  • But in the end of the day you two would snuggle in bed and tell stories to each other as his voice helps slowly lull you to sleep, giving one last kiss on your forehead as his eyes shine at you as if you were the only person in the world and frankly you were to him

Originally posted by taectless

-Admin S

get on your knees;

pairing: DeanxReader
summary: Dean’s had a long day and he just wants you to help him feel better
warnings: smut, swearing, femdom
word count: 3,857
notes: I’ve mostly been inspired by the several people who have mentioned that they’d think Dean would totally be a sub, but I was also inspired by @bibalor‘s FinnxReader femdom fic as well. And I totally listened to Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj while writing this. A huge thanks to @fightblissfight for beta reading!

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Draco X Reader: Bad Day

I sighed, slamming the door to my room closed behind me and letting my books fall to the floor. It had been a long day. I’d forgotten to do my Potions assignment, which resulted in a detention from Snape (he was in a particularly bad mood today), and McGonagall hadn’t been kind while giving us homework. I swear I’ll die before I’m finished it all. I hadn’t had enough time for a meal all day because I’d been studying at the library any moment I could, and to top it all off, I was on my period. I was exhausted.

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Summary: These pranks are getting pretty out of hand… Enough said.

Pairing: Warren x Reader

Warnings: It might be intense fluff, it might be light smut… Who knows? Swearing, as always.

A/N: Currently super pissed off at tumblr right now. I had like 3 stories I was going to publish today and they all got deleted, so that was fun. If you guys have any alternatives to tumblr drafts could you message me bc I’m legit so lost… 😱 Sorry that this is super late. You guys should request for sure because this writer’s block is killing me. 😭 😭 

Originally posted by snarling-through-our-smiles

“Shit!” You gasped as you felt the icy water soak through your clothes. In an instant, you felt another balloon explode against you, drenching you once more. “What the fuck?”

You wiped the water from your eyes, shivering against the wind. You had just come out of the mansion with Jubilee, heading to the pond for a nice, relaxing lunch with Jean, Scott, and Kurt. Instead, the moment you stepped outside, you were attacked. 


You looked up to find Warren and Peter, perched in a tree with a bucket of water balloons. They hi-fived before Warren swooped down and Peter skidded to a stop at your left side with a cool gust of wind. 

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One More Time (Newt x Reader)

One More Time (Newt x Reader) -Angst

Summary: You were in love with Newt from the moment you met him, but he was unavailable to you. So you settled for being best friends. Newt has a bad habit of saying I love you to you and nothing pissed you off more. 

Word Count: 2520 - I know short haha :)) -

Characters: Reader, Newt, Alby, Thomas, Winston, Gally, Chuck Teresa, Minho, Ben, Frypan, and Aiden (OC)

Warnings: light swearing, homophobia, gayness, character death, use of gun, slight gore, implied mentions of sex, and slight pyromania

Author’s Note: I know this took me forever because I’m a shitty person and a procrastinator plus I mean I started all over again. Anyways props to @writing-obrien to helping me edit and for being literally the best person ever. 

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Since Fujimaki won’t give us GOM siblings, I’ve taken it upon myself to yolo/headcanon them. Here’s the first set with the precious son!! He has four older siblings, he’s literally the baby of his family cAN YOU BELIEVE.

His parents must have moolah bc - just consider it for a moment. Their kids would grow out of their clothes every few months growing up, all their furniture/maybe even their house itself needs to be custom made, etc.

((also the 17 age was with extra game in mind but then I drew his hair like the main series uh… yolo?))

tonight at work i had a conversation with a man who was drunk and high and grieving his dead partner and he kept telling us that we were from different worlds, different dimensions even. he said this after sobbing out the words “i miss him so much” and i swear it when i say that i will never forget the look in his eyes at that moment. and that look is the reason i don’t agree with him. i am so very from this world. i love this world. even in the winter. even though all i do these days is think about dying because nothing seems good on this whole planet. i am from here. this world is harsh and terrible sometimes, maybe most of the time, but i can’t imagine caring about any world or dimension as much as i care about this one. my heart is always finding something to be heavy about and i couldn’t live somewhere with nothing to be sad about, not as long as there are worlds like this one still around.

All right so I started off watching tvd so fuckin excited, Sybil (Sadly I love her) was trying to get into Damon’s head to see just who Bonnie was to him but he was like I’m just going to give you our worst moments so that you don’t find out that I’m desperately in love with her.

All I felt in that episode on Damon’s part was Bonnie love, especially when she chose Enzo over him and he was all like, the fuck? How could my sweet Bon Bon choose him over me. I swear I could feel his heartbreak.

I loved the Sybil questioning Bonnie about her and Damon thing. I’m sure she’s just as convinced as the rest of us Bamon fans that Bonnie and Damon are meant to be and will be.

I can’t wait until Enzo dies honestly, I don’t see him lasting much longer. I don’t give a fuck if Bonnie wants to save him. IT WILL NOT LAST.

I’m positive that Damon and Bonnie will make it through the storm.

Also WTF? Why kill Tyler off -_- I hated Sybil for that.

As we all know Yuzuru landed a very beautiful 4Lo tonight. It was very very beautiful. 

BUT at the same time, the skating fandom is buzzing about his popped 4sal which I myself was very very surprised. I’m very thankful he pulled off the triple at the end (thank you skating gods).

Anyway, he was looking good during the warm up and all and I was having the feeling he’ll definitely do well especially Nathan scored 103. I was hoping something like what happened in NHK 2015 repeat because he usually reacts to pressure very well. AND then his 4Lo happened and I’m almost sure at that moment he’ll skate a clean short but gosh, 4sal. 

I don’t want to overthink and put on negative vibes by saying this at the same time I’m no skating expert but after the popped the sal he was actually skating differently. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me but he looked stiff and I swear, that’s the very last adjective I’ll use to describe THE Yuzuru Hanyu but he was looking slow?

The triple axel is gorgeous, as always <3

I  don’t know if its the pressure, or if Nathan is actually getting into him. But, I really admire Yuzu’s mental strength so I’m hoping its not because of the pressure Nathan is putting on him. 

But all in all, I believe in Yuzu. I believe he can do it in the FS. I believe he can get recovery because, well he is Yuzuru Hanyu. Let’s pray for the best in Sunday and cheer for him even more.

Go Get Recover Yuzu!!!!

P.S: What do you think about Yuzu’s SP at 4CC and the other performance in general? Let me know :)


The lockers at our school lock

So you cant just like open them and mess with stuff in people’s lockers. One day, I was leaving my last class, making my way to my locker. This boy in my class, named James, was walking next to me from the class we were just in to his locker, which was right next to mine. When we reached our lockers, we both smelled something like burning. This other boy at his locker nearby heard us talking about the smell and said he smelled it, too. We all proceded to get stuff from our lockers. We all sensed it was coming from James locker, so we kept telling him that. He was all like “it isn’t from my locker! I swear, even look!” so we look in it and there is nothing. We tell him to open his backpack and he obliges. When he opens it, there is a freshly popped bag of popcorn, steam rising from it.

When I mean freshly popped, I mean the popcorn was still warm and had just came out of the microwave. He just looked up at us in confusion.


I swear I wish somebody would try me

I saw School of Ghoul on my dash today and read it again. Really if you haven’t read it yet then do it now. I will tell you why:

- it’s a parody by Ishida
- Kaneki lives a good life (okay, he’s still a ghoul, but it’s about Kaneki’s school   life so there will be lots of funny moments)
- Every student thinks they are the only ghoul in the school
- Most of the characters are the same age (Kaneki, Touka, Shuu, Uta, Hinami,   Yomo are in the same class)
- Kureo Mado and Amon are teachers
- Shuu uses swear words once again (poor kid nobody really wants to play         squash with him)
- Touka notices Kaneki is interested in Rize and wants to give him good advice   because she thinks this is what a normal human would do (We all need dating   coach Touka)
- Yomo joins the Judo club
- Kaneki and his friends go to a karaoke bar
- Tsukiyama Shuu (you will know what I mean if you read it)

You can find the translated ‘chapters’ by Talalanlalan here:
Tsukiyama’s blog

Infatuation - Bucky x Stark!Reader (4/?)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Simple Summary - Will your father, Tony Stark, ever accept your love for the man who killed his parents?

Originally posted by taylorannshazamm

Warnings - LOTS OF ANGST, swearing, subtle use of the daddy kink, A LOT OF CRYING. - That is all.

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A Court of War and Starlight: Part 23

(Read: Part I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | Nessian I | XXVI | XXVII | XXVIII | Elucien I | XXIX | XXX | XXXI | XXXII | XXXIII | XXXIV | XXXV | Elucien II | XXXVI | XXXVII | XXXVIII | Nessian II | XXXIX | XL | Feyrhys I | XLI | Elucien III | XLII | XLIII | Elucien IV | Nessian III | XLIV | XLV | XLVI | Elucien V | Azriel I | XLVII | XLVIII | XLIX | L | Elucien VI | Moriel I | LI | LII | LIII | LIV | LV | LVI | LVII | LVIII | LIX | LX | LXI | Nessian IV | LXII | LXIII | LXIV | LXV | LXVI | LXVII | LXIII | LXIX | LXX | LXXI | LXXII | LXXIII | LXXIV | LXXV | Epilogue )


We were going to eat lunch in the townhome, but I asked Rhys if we could go somewhere in the city, to enjoy it for the brief time we were here. I swear he started glowing he smiled so broadly, and he took my hand in his and drew me into a sweet kiss so lovely I lost all sense of direction for a moment. He pressed a hand to my lower back and we walked down the street into the busier section of town. Neither of us was sure when we would be in Velaris again, so we wanted to experience our city as much as we could while we had the chance.

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“It was Taehyung who broke off the relationship, yet he’s the one who’d come to you whenever the moon lit up the night sky. Mixed signals can turn even the sanest among us insane – after all, even the strongest people have limitations.”

(Warning: sex, swearing etc.)

Originally posted by bangtan-tv

I’m coming over at 9, ok?

With a blank facial expression you stared passively at the text that’d popped-up on the screen of your cell phone. As soon as your eyes had run over the words, fury and humiliation flared up in you. With clenched fists and gritted teeth, you silently cursed at the sender of the text.


From the moment Taehyung had sent the text, you knew your reply wouldn’t matter; Taehyung had decided beforehand that he’d come over at 9, so at that exact hour he’d be standing in front of your apartment door. One time, you’d refused to let him but instead of just leaving, he stayed in front of your door until you finally gave in. Another time, you’d purposely stayed out – by the time you came back, hours after the hour Taehyung had announced he’d arrive, he was still sitting in front of your door, patiently waiting for you to return. So it didn’t really matter if it didn’t fit into your program; Taehyung would be there.

Thank God he didn’t have that spare key anymore – just how often would he then casually crash into your home like it was no big deal?

At the sound of your phone beeping, you looked at the screen and read his reply.

Great, I’ll see you there. Also I-

Not bothering to open the text and read the rest of the message, you turned off your phone and leaned back into your seat. The subway was oddly quiet tonight and only a few people were present. Your silent glance set at the other passengers one by one; three businessmen were reading each their newspaper. You recognized one of them, the one in the grey suit. By now, you’ve found out that your working hours were the almost identical – each time you took left in the morning for school and each time you headed back home he was always there, silently reading his newspaper. By now, it’d almost become entertaining to you. Whenever he wasn’t on the subway, you’d wonder that he wasn’t there, and then return to your game on your phone.

Beside the three businessmen were two elderly women, casually talking with subdued voices. A mother sat diagonally opposite you with her daughter beside her; during the whole ride, she’d regarded you with curiously eyes and when your eyes met, you’d smile politely at her – a smile she shyly returned. 

Sighing loudly, you closed your eyes and rested your head against the hard wall. Did you want Taehyung to come over tonight? Not really – but then again, normally he’d pay for whatever takeaway you wanted to eat, so it could’ve been worse.

The speaker revealed that the next stop would be where you normally got off, so you put your phone into your bag hastily and fixed the huge scarf around your neck. When the train came to a halt, you stood up and hurried out, heading towards the exit. After a few minutes, you reached the stairs that’d lead you outside.

The air was frosty, signifying the gloomy winter that was just around the corner. The strong wind whistled the few leaves that were left around, before they’d vanish into nothingness. Only a few people were outside, probably returning from a long and stressful day. Over the last couple of months you’d really come to understand the emptiness in their sorrowful eyes, though the purpose behind theirs and yours hollowness were different; they sought change, something to break the monotonous cycle their lives had become. You, however, sought the opposite – something permanent that was unchangeable – something that wouldn’t toss your feelings around carelessly. 

And damn you if it hadn’t something to do with Kim Taehyung.

Quickly, you reached your apartment block and before you knew it, you were plopping down in the sofa. Exhaustion was present in every single cell your body possessed. Every time you came home this late in the evening, the question about quitting your part time job or university was brought up with yourself. With just one glance at your bank account, however, your wishes were crushed by reality and the negative figures on your account.

A knocked on the door woke you up from a slumber you didn’t realise you were in, and almost automatically your gaze rested on the clock on the wall. It was almost 9 o’clock, and you didn’t need to think about who was standing outside your door, knocking almost frantically.

You didn’t raise yourself from the sofa; you’re gaze was still planted on the clock on the wall, as you patiently waited for the minute hand to reach 12. As you sat down and secretly enjoyed provoking Taehyung, you began wondering about how long it’d been since you’d had a visitor who wasn’t Taehyung. Tearing your gaze from the clock, you buried your face into your palms and let out a despairingly sight. That’d have to be at least four long months.

As the knocks on your door grew louder and louder, you found yourself getting up from the sofa and making your way towards the front door. Gently, you unlocked the door and stepped back, before the door flew open and Taehyung burst into your apartment.

“Good evening, Y/N,” Taehyung sang sweetly, as he took off his coat and shoes. As usual you didn’t reply him, you just stared at him blankly with arms crossed over your chest. When he’d taken his coat off, he went over to you and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, before walking into the living room behind you.

“So what’s it going to be tonight? Pizza, Chinese, Sushi?” he rambled from the other room, which made you tear your gaze away from his shoes. Turning around, you slowly walked into the living room and watched him silently. The pep talk you’d prepared the last couple of days had left your mind completely, and the sentences you’ve practiced over and over seemed to be stuck in your throat. How on earth could you tell him to get lost, when the sight of him sitting on your sofa, being utterly focused with reading the take-away folders that were sprawled on the table, made your heart jump painfully in your chest?

“Hm? Y/N?” he looked up from the folders but you just shrugged. Honestly, you didn’t care; why did he pretend to care? The thought lit up a fire in you, and you bit your lower lip angrily, tearing your gaze off him. If he thought he could successfully fool you, he was dead wrong; you knew why he was here, why he was always here. It wasn’t to enjoy some cheap takeaway food that was for sure.

Apparently he didn’t catch the tension in your small frame, as he looked down and continued his search for a dish.

Of fucking course – he never noticed when you were upset. No, he never cared when you were upset. Why would he?

“What about… Hmm, Chinese?” he mumbled and when you didn’t say anything, he interpreted it as an approval. “You want your box with noodles and spring rolls, right?” You wanted to tear of that annoying smirk of his face and hit him in the face for that disgusting wink he sent you. Instead you just nodded and looked away, clearly signalling you weren’t in the mood for that kind of atmosphere.

Either Taehyung didn’t get your reference to quitting his sexual teasing or he simply chose to ignore it. You tended towards the last part; Taehyung wasn’t stupid, just extremely headstrong.

When he had ordered your foods, he gently reached for your sleeve and pulled you down next to him in the sofa. Casually, he rested his arm around your shoulders and pushed you even further up against his body.

“Ah, it had been a long day,” he complained as he tried to light up the atmosphere. “Was your day good?” He looked down at you with that specific smile that made your heart melt and that bastard was well aware of it. While shaking your head, you tried to wiggle out of his tight grip.

“Aww, Y/N, don’t be like that,” he said teasingly, clearly not pleased with you struggling to get out of his embrace. With a pout on his lips, he brought his index finger up to your face and touched your forehead. “Why are you frowning? Aren’t you excited for the food to arrive?”

Both anger and butterflies arose in your stomach, and you were split between punching him in the face and planting kisses all over him. This internal strife of yours seemed to arise each time Taehyung was in the same room as you. “Stop playing around Taehyung,” you gritted out and slapped his finger away.

Taehyung leaned further into the sofa, grinning up at you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N”. The gaze he sent you were playful and flirty, causing you took look away.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about Taehyung!” you yelled out, now turning your whole body away from him in a desperate attempt at hiding the angry tears that were gathering in your eyes. The last thing you wanted him to believe was that you were crying because of him. You couldn’t help it; being the extremely sensitive person you were, you were easily moved to tears.

However, Taehyung had noticed the tears that’d made your eyes glossy. Instantly, his flirty smile was whipped away from his face and replaced with a serious expression. When he tried to reach out for you, you slapped his arms away furiously, “don’t fucking touch me!”

Before he could move closer to you, you stood up and walked a couple of steps away from him. Your whole body was shaking from anger and you felt words filled with venom gather in your mouth. “How dare you, Kim Taehyung!? How much nerve do you have to come to my home a-and just act if everything is okay?

With dark eyes Taehyung regarded you silently. For once, he didn’t know what to say or how to react – he knew you were upset, hell, he understood why you upset. Somewhere deep down he knew what he was doing was wrong and unfair, yet he couldn’t find the strength to stop himself. It was like he was trapped in a maze, an all paths lead to you. No matter how hard he tried to escape it, he always ended up with you somehow.

Unfortunately for you – and for Taehyung’s benefit – the doorbell rang loudly two times. With a relieved sigh, he almost jumped off the couch and jogged towards the front door. While fumbling with his purse, he gave the delivery boy the bucks he owed and in exchange he got the boxes. Quickly thanking him, he closed the door and went back into the living room with a huge smile lightening up his face. God, he was so beautiful; no wonder every girl chased after him.

In a swift movement you whipped your tears away with the sleeves of your sweater, and took the box Taehyung was holding out for you to take. With a loud thud, Taehyung sat back down onto the couch, while patting the seat next to him impatiently with his hand, indicating you to sit down as well. Walking heavily towards the couch, you sat down next to Taehyung and placed your box onto the table.  

“Mhmm, looks delicious, doesn’t it jagiya?” Taehyung asked while rubbing his hands excitedly, before grapping his chopsticks and digging into his dish. Tearing your gaze from Taehyung’s box filled rice and chicken, you nodded mutely before picking up your own pair of chopsticks and began to eat silently.

Mentally, you were cursing; this was not how this evening was supposed to progress. Instead of telling him to get lost, you were sitting down next to him, eating takeaway and watching some kind of variety show on the TV. And you hadn’t missed how Taehyung’s form was slowly nearing yours as the evening proceeded. Soon his leg would brush against yours and it didn’t take much experience for you to know his intentions.

An hour after you finished eating, you were both sprawled on the couch, pretending to pay attention to the show on the screen in front of you. By this time your heartbeat was increasing and an unsettling feeling was fixed in your stomach. It was just a matter of time before Taehyung would make his first move.

Sure enough, only minutes into your favourite crime series you felt Taehyung’s warm hand slowly run along thigh. As expected, your breath hitched by the sensation of his skilled fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh. With your breath caught in your throat, you helplessly followed his movements with your eyes, as his hand got closer and closer to your abdomen. After what seemed to be ages, his skilful fingers finally reached your abdomen and began to rub your pussy that was hidden behind your jeans.

He was toying with you; the way his hot breath reached your ears nearly made you overwhelmed with sensations, which was exactly what he wanted. With you moaning from the soft kisses he planted on your neck and being completely absorbed in the wonderful feelings he so graciously granted you, his hand began unzipping your jeans undisturbed.

Every single kiss, touch and bite he planted on your body left you fully occupied, therefore you didn’t notice the way his hand sneaked down both your pants and underwear. However, when his index finger gently brushed against your sensitive clitoris, all of your focus rushed to your abdomen. As his finger began to rub your clitoris in slow, teasing motions, you didn’t even bother to hide your embarrassingly moans as you threw your head back in pure pleasure.

“T-Taehyung,” you whimpered loudly, as your hands shot to his wrist, gripping it tightly. The purpose wasn’t to stop his movements; instead, it was almost an incentive for him to continue his pleasurable touches. Even though the thought pissed you off, your anger was pushed far behind somewhere in your brain, not of importance anymore. The consequence of yet another evening ending like this didn’t even cross your mind; it was impossible to find your own rationality when his fingers were doing wonders to your vagina.

“Mhmm?” he mumbled questioningly, extremely satisfied with the way your body so eagerly responded to him. God, he’d barely touched you yet and you were already soaking wet. In a swift movement, he slid two fingers inside of you, mercilessly pounding them in and out of you. The quick pace along with the power of each thrust caused you to moan loudly and tighten your grip around his wrist.

The control he possessed was truly amazing and you weren’t sure whether you found it admirable or terrifying; but then again, he’d always been quite dominating, even after your breakup. The way he suddenly snatched you up in his arms, carrying you into the bedroom, was a clear example of his dominant nature; he was the one who set the ground rules of the game the two of you were playing. The best thing you could do was adapting to his way of playing, even though he constantly changed the rules, leaving you with not even the slightest chance of winning whatsoever.

On the way to your bedroom, you held onto Taehyung for dear life, even though you knew he’d never let you fall; at least not physically. Gently, he put you down on the bed sheets before hovering over you. In one swift movement he pulled your jeans off along with your underwear, leaving the lower part of your body completely exposed to him.

You were far from embarrassed though; Taehyung had seen every part of your body countless of times, therefore you were rather comfortable with the way his hungry eyes floated over your body, his gaze eating you up. Not quite satisfied with the lack of skin exposed, he grabbed your sweater and slowly began to pull it off, leaving butterfly kisses on your stomach as it gradually became exposed. When your sweater was off, your bra went off almost right away, leaving you completely nude.

“Oh how I’ve missed this sight,” he mumbled gently against your sensitive breast, before slowly engulfing your right nipple in his wet mouth. Almost involuntary you let out a shaken moan, craving his soft lips on your ever so delicate nipples. You could feel Taehyung smile around your nipple and his hand crept up along your stomach before resting on your left breast. With skilful fingers, he worked out your other nipple, which only seemed to send you ever further over the edge. He licked, bit, and nudged your nipples, extremely pleased when they became hard, indication your willingness.

“Taehyung,” you panted, arching your back so your bodies were pressed even further against each other. Almost lovingly, you ran your fingers through his hair, before gently bringing his head up and smashed your lips together. The kiss was messy; teeth clashing, tongues exploring every inch of the other’s mouth, lip bites. Even though the kiss was far from perfect, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The way your bodies grinded against each other sent electric fires up through your body, each and every cell. His abdomen was rubbing heatedly against yours and you become aware of how little clothing that separated your genitals. Heat spread across your cheeks, but the hunger for him outdid your embarrassment. Through every touch, every caress, you could practically feel the desire and yearning the two of you possessed when you were together this intimately. The longing for each other were obvious and you wondered how life would be without being with Taehyung like this; it was a thought you didn’t welcome.

After a heated make-out session, where Taehyung got rid of his clothes at some point, Taehyung gently nudged you over, so you lay flatly on your stomach. With a frown planted on your forehead, you looked back at Taehyung, who was busy fumbling with a condom he got from his pocket. “What about you?” you asked, looking down at his hard length.

His member stood out, stiff and proud, which made it easier for him to slip on the condom. “No need for that, I’m hard enough already,” he mumbled and leaned down to you once the condom was on. “Plus, I’m not sure I can wait much longer.”

The breath on your neck sent tickles through your body, and you couldn’t help but giggle. Warm hands rested on your hips, before lifting your backside up in the air, causing you to end up on your knees. “Arch you back,” he commanded gently, which you were more than happy to obey.

With you back arched, you felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance, your soaking pussy wetting the condom that surrounded his cock tightly. In one stiff movement, he hammered himself into you, causing your to moan out loudly from the mixture between pain and pleasure. With such minimal preparation, pain was inevitable. What really upset you, though, was the way he immediately began to move, not giving you the time to adjust to his size.

“W-Wait Taehyung,” you panted heatedly, fisting the sheets tightly. “Slow down,” you pleaded, while his forceful thrusts pushed your body forward. If he did hear you, which you were absolutely sure of, he chose to ignore you; he hammered his cock inside of you with an immense force and quick pace, leaving you whimpering and sobbing.           

Even though it hurt, you didn’t want him to stop and he knew this; that was why he persisted in his efforts, pounding into your tight core like there was no tomorrow. Whimpers and eventually moans slipped past your mouth, as you let Taehyung pound you carelessly into the mattress. His firm grip on your hips was going to leave marks but you couldn’t bring yourself to care; all that mattered was how the two of you were connected in the most crude and raw way possible.  

It had happened quite a few times that Taehyung had called you a masochist during your love making session, to tease you even further about how much you loved rough sex. “My, my, my little girl is indeed naughty, isn’t she?” he’d say, which only seemed to turn you on even more. It was like the two of you were primitive animals – there was something raw about the way the two of you made love; it was as if you were animals mating.

A hand grasped your neck and pushed your face into the mattress, cutting your moans off. The grip was tight but not tight enough for you to gasp for breath; just the way you loved it. Taehyung was so good at lovemaking, since he knew everything about you; the right places to touch, the kinks that made an orgasm shoot through you uncontrollably, how to make your heart bloom with love. “T-Taehyung,” you panted, secretly loving his rough treatment.

“You like that, huh?” he growled, before slapping your arse cheek with his free hand, causing you to shriek. “I bet you like it when I’m balls deep inside of you, don’t you?” With your face pressed into the pillow and his tight grip around your neck, you weren’t able to answer but there was no need for you to reply; both of you knew you loved it. The juices that slowly slipped down your thighs were yet another indication of your eagerness.

“You fucking whore,” he growled and continued to spank your cheeks by turns, before letting go of your neck. “Are you my slut, Y/N? Tell me you’re my slut.” His dirty talk along with his deep voice sent shivers through your body and made your core throb excitedly.

“I’m your fucking whore, Tae,” you gasped, loving the way he pounded into you without you having to move a finger; you greedily took everything he offered. His movements came to a halt and you felt his member slide out of you. Before you had a chance of protesting, he pushed your body gently, so you ended up lying on the side. With quick movements, Taehyung grabbed your leg and lifted it, so it was resting along your rib cage, leaving your core easy accessible for him. With his knees placed on each side of your body, he grabbed his member and positioned it in front of your pussy. Quickly, he slid back into your tight walls and groaned quietly.

When he pushed into you again, he squeezed his grip on the tendon of your knee, as pleasure shot through his body. His hasty entering caused you to inhale sharply, taking every single thrust Taehyung gave you. The bedroom was filled with sexual moans and you hid your face in the mattress. There were too many strong feelings at once and you couldn’t keep tabs on all.

“T-Taehyung, I l-love you,” you rambled drunkenly once his thumb began rubbing your clitoris intensely. Although you knew it was a bad idea to say out loud, you couldn’t help it – with Taehyung, there were just too many emotions involved and you felt overwhelmed by sensations from all over the place. In your ecstatic floating, you almost didn’t notice how Taehyung’s movements came to a halt abruptly.

“Don’t say such things, Y/N,” Taehyung spat angrily once he’d overcome the sudden shock. “You hear me? Don’t fucking say that again.” His voice was filled with venom and the pure ecstatic you’d experienced seemed to disappear instantly. The happiness, the pleasure, the light in you; everything vanished and left you with the urge to vomit.

Taehyung’s hand had left your clitoris as he thrust even harder into your cunt, desperately seeking his orgasm. You didn’t even bother to seek your own or stop him; instead, you just lay still and let him pound impatiently into you. Tears began to break out from your eyes, but you refused to let them spill just yet, not while he was still here with you.

After only a few minutes, Taehyung’s pace increased steadily until he came with a loud cry at last. His movement slowed down, as he rode out his orgasm and let it roll through his body.

You refused to look at him; your gaze never left the white wall with the red painting that was so precious to you. The mattress sunk quickly as Taehyung got off the bed. Somewhere in the room you heard him move about, though you weren’t sure what he was doing. As quiet as possible, Taehyung threw out the used condom and began to get dressed, carefully avoiding casting a sidelong glance at you.

The moment you heard the front door open and then close, you burst into tears. The moment he left you felt so disgusted with yourself and used; as soon as he got what he sought, he left you like you were fucking trash, something he was done playing with. Maybe, after all, you were his whore.

The last thing you wanted to see this late Friday evening was Taehyung sitting patiently at your front door, clearly waiting for you to get home. With a frown sprawled across your face, you stared confusingly down at him, not quite understanding why he was here. Normally he’d send a text message beforehand but you hadn’t received one today. So why was he here?

“You didn’t text me today, so why are you here?” you bluntly asked when the two of you made eye contact and he got up from the floor. His usual smiling self was long gone, which was a clear sign of something was wrong. “I have eaten already,” you added quickly, giving him yet another reason as to why he shouldn’t be here.

Taehyung didn’t reply though, he just kept staring at you coldly, waiting for you to unlock the door. On one hand, his coldness made your blood boil; weren’t you supposed to be the one who was entitled to be angry? As far as you remembered, it was him that left you and not the other way around. On the other hand though, the fury his eyes possessed made you shiver slightly and you found yourself fumbling with the key to your apartment.  

When both of you had gotten inside of your apartment he still hadn’t said one word, which made you even more freaked out. What on earth was going on? Still feeling upset with your last encounter, you decided to just drop the topic and continue your evening like he wasn’t even there. When you’d gotten out of your coat, you walked directly into your bathroom, not bothering about leaving Taehyung behind. If anything, it’d serve him good to understand that you didn’t want anything to do with him.

While humming quietly, you did the laundry, putting the wet clothes to dry in the corner of your tiny bathroom. Afterwards, you went into your kitchen to unload the dishwasher. Since you were so focused on doing the dishes, you didn’t notice the figure that walked up to you from behind.

“I heard you had a great Wednesday evening,” Taehyung commented from behind you, which caused you to jump, slightly shuddering by the sudden approach. You turned around to have a look at him; his body was tense as he leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms. His facial expression was hard and angry, which matched the gaze he sent you. His wrath made you turn around and continuing your duties, as you tried to shake off his intense glance.

“Mhm, yes, my evening was lovely,” you said smugly loud and clear, secretly loving how angry he became; now the tables were turned. In that exact moment it was you who had him wrapped around your little finger and not the other way around. “But I do want to know just how exactly you found out? And more importantly, how it’s your business?”

You didn’t realize how close he’d become before he slammed his fists onto the kitchen counter, trapping you between his arms. The sound made you squeal loudly and turn around, ready to yell at him for being so aggressive.

“It doesn’t matter how I found out,” he spat while gritting teeth, which made you realise just how close the two of you were; only a thin layer of air separated your bodies and you could feel his quick yet warm breath on your cheek. “All that matters,” he continued, “is that you stop seeing him.”

The comment made you snap your attention back to his words and you felt anger yet again build up inside of you. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” you spat, by this point equally as angry as he was. “You broke up with me, not the other way around. And now you have the balls to tell me that I can’t date? Do you expect me to just letting you use me as you please for the rest of my life?”

“I’m not fucking using you,” he bit back, not pleased with you screaming at him.

“Then what do you call the last time we were together – or even this!? You don’t want a relationship with me, yet you act like we’re fucking married!” you screamed and began pushing him away. He didn’t budge one bit, however, which only made you even more upset.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” you yelled insanely, as you kept on hitting his chest as hard as you could. When he reached out to grab your hands, you slapped his arms away and kept on screaming and crying like a mad man. “NO! Don’t touch me!”

“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” he tried, now forcing his hands towards your wrists, much to your frustration, where he kept them in a tight grip. You didn’t realise you were crying until it became impossible for you to both shout and keep your tears in check. Quickly you broke down in ungovernable sobs before you bawled you heart out, hiding your face into that broad chest Taehyung’s hand gently guided you to.

“Shh, please don’t cry, Y/N,” he whispered soothingly, as he rested his head on top of yours. “I’m sorry, Y/N… please stop crying.”

You didn’t, however; it seemed like hours with endless cries before you finally seemed to calm down. During your breakdown Taehyung felt helpless, seeing he could only hold you tenderly and whisper soothing words in hopes of you to stop crying. It pained him, it pained him so much to see you like this; this was exactly why he’d called off the relationship. Knowing he was the source of your pain tore his heart apart.

Your cheeks were stiff with dry tears and your eyes were swollen almost painfully. You were pretty sure your nose was running too, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care; not when you were pressed so affectionately into Taehyung’s embrace, where he soothingly rocked you back and forth.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you asked after a long moment, your throat sore and voice cracking. “I-I can’t take anymore Taehyung. If you d-don’t want me then please let me… just let me move on with my life. T-This isn’t fair,” you whispered, feeling tears fill up your eyes once again.

Before you could let them spill, Taehyung gently grabbed your head between his palms, making you look deeply into his eyes. The eyes were radiation with sadness and determination, and it made you sob even more intensely.

“I know, Y/N, I know. Please don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispered and used his thumbs to gently wipe your tears away. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I-I don’t know what else to say. It’s just… I’m an idol and I have responsibilities – I can’t have a girlfriend. My fans expect me to be single and I can’t let them down. Plus if I ended up in a dating scandal, it wouldn’t only affect the two of us but also my members, and I can’t burden them like that.”

God, if his words didn’t hurt. While biting your lips hard, you tried to disentangle yourself from his grip, though he didn’t let you.

“But I just can’t stay away from you. Fuck, I know I’ve been so unfair. But just the thought of you being with another man, another man touching you – I just can’t help it. It makes me want to beat the shit out of everyone around me,” he confessed hoarsely, his eyes seeking your fleeting ones.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered pleadingly.

“I-I can’t live like this, Taehyung. You need to choose. And if you choose them, just please let me be, so I can move on eventually,” you whispered hoarsely, not realising that you were shaken like a leaf.

Taehyung looked into your eyes, once you let your glances meet. They were desperate, as if was seeking something in your eyes and you weren’t sure if he found it. Quietly, he stepped forward and pulled you into a tight – too tight – embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered distressingly and you hid your face in his arms, crying your heart out.

Today has been… Good.
I wasn’t stuck in my own head, I was present in the moments as they came.
Had dinner with pops and added plenty to the nostalgia factor by seeing Beauty and the Beast. Definitely made me sappy, it was always one of the top favorite Disney movies my dad and I shared. He even got emotional because it made him miss my childhood.
I swear he’s too good for this world, he’s my best friend and is what keeps my hope and strength alive.
I almost always nearly forget how much I adore New Hampshire. I used to come up here so frequently, whenever I had time off.
Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed by all of the change life is constantly throwing my way, but I’m so thankful for simple days like this.
I think I’m gonna be okay.

Blue Eyed Babies Pt.2

Originally posted by biumutvarsa

A/N: Okay so I tried to keep The Joker as in character as possible when it comes to having a baby lol! Please let me know what you guys think and if you want more. And btw “Jay” is the baby, And then “J” is The Joker

“That’s mine?” J questioned the look of realization on his face morphing into one of rage.

“Yes.” You said quietly while gaging his reaction his blue eyes were furrowed as he glared at the child you had created together.

“Mr. J, I know you wouldn’t want a baby. So I didn’t tell you. I don’t expect anything from you, I can take care of her on my own. Please, just let us go. And I swear you’ll never hear from us again.”

He seemed to ponder what you had said for a moment, all while still staring intently at Jay.

“No.” He finally replied as his face turned unreadable.
“Frost! We are going to be taking more than the cash with us. Grab the girl and her…my… Baby and let’s get the fuck outa here.” He voice was void of any emotion.

Frost made his way to you when J grabbed his bicep stopping him in his tracks.
“Go easy on the cargo… It’s fragile.” He growled into Frosts ear, he then proceeded to storm out of the building and into the passenger seat of the white van.

Frost continued his way over to you and placed his large hand on the small of your back guiding you towards the exit. You weren’t going anywhere at the fear of being killed and having Jay be killed as well, or orphaned. And Frost knew that. You were placed in the middle seat of the van, giving you a clear view of J scowling out the window. You quickly put on your seat belt and adjusted little Jay in your arms. She cooed up at you, her bright blue eyes staring into your Y/EC ones. You silently promised her it was going to be alright, and that you weren’t going to let anything happen to her. You leaned your head down and kissed her soft forehead. When you looked back up J was staring at you. He had readjusted his position to make it easier to watch you. You felt nervous under his gaze, but you smiled at him gently and turned your attention to his men all piling into the van.

Frost got into the driver’s seat as the batman sat to your right and the panda squished into your left. The rest of the henchmen took their seats in the back. You could feel J still staring at you. So you averted your gaze back to little Jay. She was beginning to doze off again. Her eyes fluttering shut and her little mouth opened. Since she was your first baby you couldn’t be sure, but if you had to bet, she was the calmest baby ever. She was always so good, you silently mused at what you had done to deserve her. The batman took his mask off as well as everyone else in the van. They were all the same, big strong military type men. Even chaos needs its regime you thought making yourself laugh quietly.

J couldn’t help but let his thoughts run a muck as he sat staring at you and his baby. You both looked so out place in the van that was crowded by a bunch of renegades, so innocent. The way you looked at the little bundle in your arms caused his heart to stir the tiniest amount. And when you laughed quietly to yourself, he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face. It quickly fell when he saw the fake batman staring at him. That was his problem right there. If he was to be the most feared man in Gotham he couldn’t have a weakness. Weakness made you…well weak. And he couldn’t tolerate that. Something had to be done about that, he just wasn’t sure what. Killing them off would be simple enough, it’d show his men and enemies that he was still as ruthless as ever. But when he thought of carrying the act out, uncertainty crept into his mind. That was one act that couldn’t be undone, he knew that from experience. Perhaps he was going soft. The thought angered him and he felt his blood boil. He quickly grabbed a gun from his shoulder holster and shot the man next to Y/N.

BANG! You screamed as the shot rang out and blood splatter all over your face and body. The man slumped against the door his brains decorating the window and you. You quickly looked down and felt relieved when only Jay’s blanket was covered in the gore, her face was clean other than a little blood on her forehead. You quickly pulled you sleve down to wipe the blood off Jay. But your hands were shaking so bad you just smudged it all over. The tears were streaming down your face as you entire body began shaking. Jay was still calm as ever, the gunshot had only seemed to wake her up. Maybe she possessed more of her father then just his eyes. The thought caused you to laugh while still crying. You were hysterical, and when you tried to wipe the blood off again you only made it worse, making you cry harder. That’s when a pale hand swept across Jay’s tiny head clearing away the red. You lifted your watery eyes to look at J. He was now stroking Jay’s head with a non bloody finger.
“She’s so soft.” He mused out, “must get it from her mother.” He looked at you and winked as he retracted his hand from the baby.

You laughed again feeling a sense of calm wash over you. You got your shaking under control and removed the blood stained blanket from Jay. She was wearing a little bear cub onesie that you thought was adorable. J seemed to think so as well, because when you pulled the hood over her head with the ears attached to it. He broke out laughing his maniacal laugh, telling everyone to look how funny. Jay began letting little noises out, you imagined it was the best laugh she could manage at only two months. You started laughing at her and soon enough everyone in the van had broken out in hysterical laughter. You even saw frost chuckling to himself while trying his best to keep a straight face. Then just like that, quick as whip J fired his gun into the roof of the van immediately silencing everyone. He then folded his arms and slunk down into his seat.

About 15 minutes later you pulled up to the mansion where Jay was conceived. Frost ordered the henchmen to clear away the body, as he helped you out of the van. The joker had disappeared long ago. Frost lead you into a spare bedroom and got you a fresh change of clothes leaving you to wash the remains of the fake batman’s body away. You made a makeshift playpen for Jay on the massive bed with all the pillows that were on it. After you placed your baby down and wiped her forehead with hot soapy water. You stripped the dirty clothes from yourself and hoped into the steaming shower.

The hot water cascading down your body calmed your nerves while you tried to decide what to do. Surely The Joker not killing you on sight was a good sign, if only you could figure out his intentions. You had just finished scrubbing your body clean when you heard Jay crying from the bedroom. You turned off the water and wrapped a fluffy white towel around your body, while making your way towards Jay.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you came in the bedroom to see, The Joker standing at the end of the bed staring at Jay, while Jay laid on her back staring up at her father. The sight might have been a sweet one, if it wasn’t for the bright purple gun J held tightly in his hand.

Tagged: @sexyprincesskiki, @hanaibae,

07.25.2016 - the GazettE at Zepp Nagoya.

I’m going to throw out the things that stand out most at the moment - I’ll let @crucifyregret handle a full live report. 

Let’s start with Rage, because Reita was practically on top of Ruki while he was playing beside him. I love how animated they all get, but Reita’s faces - he’s so cute. I say that when most of the time he’s just screaming at us, haha. Funnier still, Ruki deserted Reita to head over to Uruha’s side, and I swear Reita momentarily looked up like “where you going 😭" 

Venomous Spider’s Web - again, they were side-by-side, and it was really fucking cute. Ruki always surprises me, and I don’t know why - like, I’ve loved this band for something like 9 or 10 years now, but his skill as a frontman still gets me. Maybe it’s because they’re one of my favorite bands, and I’ve been listening to them for that long, and tonight was my third time seeing them ever? That could really be it. Fuck, I’ve seen Mejibray more and I’ve only been a fan of them for around seven months - jesus. 

They played Chizuru, and I was ready to cry. It was such a heartfelt performance by all of them. 

Ominous, Headache Man, Undying, Inside Beast, Cockroach, Tomorrow Never Dies, and Kantou are all the other standout songs to me, but in general it was a phenomenal playlist. 

I can’t remember specifics for when all of these things happened, so I’m just going to list what I can: 

- Ruki jumped off his box and kind of fell into Reita a bit? Reita had his back turned and was playing in front of Kai, and it was funny because Ruki laughed about it and then immediately went back to rocking out. 

- When they came back out for the first encore, Kai confused the crowd - I don’t know how he did, but they were all like "EHHHHH??” And then he clarified what he was saying, laughing as he did so. 

- When Ruki came out for the first encore, Reita pointed at him with both hands, and he pivoted his body as Ruki walked to his box. Reita just pointed the entire time Ruki walked, and it was adorable. 

- During Tomorrow Never Dies, Ruki and Uruha played side-by-side, and they kept looking at one another. They both ending up pointing and smiling at one another, and then Uruha was off. 

- Oh! For Undying, they all leave the stage in this cloud of smoke, but Kai is still playing, and it’s eerie but in a hauntingly beautiful sort of way? The aesthetic of it all is something I really enjoyed, and I’m looking forward to them playing it again! 

- Cockroach is a favorite of mine, so I was just mainly ecstatic to hear it and get to bounce around. Even though we had shitty numbers, and we ended up being late, so we were some of the last people in, we get pushed in through side doors. We were on Aoi’s side, and I have warmed up to him so much over the years. Like I think I’ve said before, I found him to be problematic for some time, but I think he was just under a lot of pressure - also, these people are human and have flaws, so there’s that too. I’ve just come to accept him for him, and he really is engaging. I’m happy that he seems happier! 

- For the first encore, after Kai talked, Ruki talked. During this talk, Kai accidentally hit something on his drumset and bowed his head and pulled his drumsticks close to his body. Ruki looked back and side-eyed him, twice. I think he said something about him, too, but i couldn’t catch it. 

- Ruki looked at two separate parts of the crowd and like leaned in cutely and said, “Konnichiwa.” I may have died a little back at Zepp Nagoya because they were so cute and so much fun. He kept mocking and mimicking the crowd, and the crowd was doing it back to him. He would be like “Aa…” like he wanted to say something, so then we all repeated it. Then people would be screaming for him, and so he would mimic the “Oi!” He heard from us, and it was really cute. He called out different areas of the crowd, he kept telling us to go crazy that night and how he wanted more. He also asked, “So which people are hot right now?” And we all raised our hands, and then he commiserated. 

At the end of the first encore they threw a lot of stuff out, and I honestly thought that it might be over or something. I knew they’d been doing a second encore, but that didn’t mean they -had- to do it. Either way, we stayed behind and shouted for them to come out. 

They did.

@crucifyregret and I were psyched for Kantou! They were psyched to be playing it. 

Also! When they came out, Aoi was following behind Uruha, making exaggerated stomps behind him. He followed him all the way past Ruki’s box, and then Uruha was kind of like “why is everyone laughing?” And Aoi had gone back to acting like nothing happened at all. Cuties. 

At the end (the true end) a few more things were thrown out. Then Reita hopped on Kai’s back for a piggyback ride - it was so great. My attention was firmly planted on that scenario, so I caught sight of Ruki grabbing Reita’s ass as they walked off. It was cute, it was playful, and I had an awesome night. 

We went to Saizeriya afterwards because cheap pasta sounded about right. Then when we were heading back toward the hotel, we had to pass by the venue again. A little bit after the venue some bandmen had been handing out fliers, but they were packing up to go. However, the singer immediately reached into his crate for another flier so he could hand it to me. Of course I took it, and I thanked him. Then I realized that I had seen them before! It was DEVIZE from the Beauty and Beast indies live we went to - that’s where I saw MeteoroiD play for the first time! 

It was a good night. I’ll edit with anything I might remember later on~ I should probably try to sleep, especially if we decide to go to this other indies live tomorrow (´-﹏-`;)

Originally posted by dawnsoblivion

a paragraph, a moment; min yoongi (1/7)

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a place, a memory; min yoongi

It was in the coffee shop when he had first asked for your name. The low murmurs in the back as a certain spark glowed in your eyes, a small blush that crept to your cheek as he memorized the syllables of your name. He remembers smiling back, so hard that his cheeks hurt; shaking your hand just as tight, swearing he’d never let go and Yoongi hasn’t stop smiling since. You and the day today have something in common—beautiful.

It was in a local restaurant when he had made you laugh so hard, you couldn’t breathe properly. He had used nothing but his usual sense of humor, not believing that you’d actually laugh but here you are, wheezing because I get it! The chicken joined because he wanted to use his ‘drumsticks’! He laughs too, unable to look away when you’re laughing and making it look beautiful at the same time. You look pretty when you smile.

It was on the sidewalk when he had caught you before you could scrape your knees. You’re so careless, he chastises, his lips merely inches from yours. He recalls of you gulping, clutching onto his shoulders, staring into his eyes despite the need to look away. Y-Yeah, I guess I am…

It was by the wall when he pulled you into a kiss, one so deep, so passionate and the stars above were there to witness it all. He kisses you and you taste the richness of the night, feeling the warmth dissolve the crisp immediately when his arms band around your waist. His fervent yet suddenly slowed down kisses made your head spin but he’s there to catch you again in time before you’d get lost. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.

It was in the comfort of his home when he saw you at your most raw. Bare faced, lethargic and in casual clothes that consisted of his boxers hanging loosely on your waist with an oversized shirt that belonged to none other than him. Yet, beautiful as you stood in the kitchen, making him breakfast, singing along with some tune he’s been working on and it’s effortless. The smile on your face, the crinkling of your eyes that eased his morning delightfully and let’s not forget those little things you’d say—coffee, tea or me?

It was at the place he was most confident in that he witnessed you dolling up and taking his breath away. The stage was set up nicely, the fans are cheering, roaring for them to appear sooner and Yoongi’s staring at you longer than you had hoped. Heels, a nice dress, some makeup and your hair curled nicely with the aid of his stylists who decided they could spare some time in experimenting. Stop using her as a test subject, he was about to say but instead he says, fuck, you look gorgeous tonight.

It was at the comfort of your home that Yoongi had stripped down his walls for you, inviting you in to an eternity. You thought you had been seeing the dream you’ve had into reality and it turns out to be true. He’s on his knee, a ring in his hands and that same smile he’s offering you ever since you met. Marry me? His voice cracks, he’s nervous but he’s expecting so much, so, so much and he wants to build a family with you. Yes, you answer, the tears falling from your eyes as he slides the ring and Yoongi has never felt so much happiness in a day before.

It was at the hospital that has Yoongi rushing. His erratic heart finally calmed down at the sight and it’s you holding—oh my god… he’s beautiful… He didn’t know which was more beautiful; the baby boy in your arms or the glow of a mother holding her child, our child, his mind corrects. Can I hold him? He’s fidgeting by the bed and he gets to hold the precious life in his arms and he smiles widely when—he has your eyes, Yoongi-yah.

It was in the new home that Yoongi’s worked hard in purchasing—somewhere off the city, not too but closer to nature with more privacy than he could ever ask for. It’s small but just enough when Yoongi returns home to see his baby boy of four years of life clinging onto his mother like a koala. Daddy’s home! He hears someone say and he’s amused because it could be you or the baby. Turns out it’s both, when he gets tackled with love, landing on the sofa with a grunt and looking up to two smiling faces but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was in the bedroom during the night when his baby boy is put to sleep and he finds that you can’t fall asleep. He holds onto your hand, he cradles your cheek and he asks what’s wrong? You tell him it’s nothing, he insists there has to be something and you come crying down, tearing his heart apart and ripping it into pieces before he could catch all the words. And when Yoongi does, he tells you it’s going to be fine, I p-promise… (even when he doesn’t know).

It was in the living room where the three of you had gathered to be together as a family. Yoongi holds you close and you hold your child closer. Yoongi doesn’t want to pretend, because he knows it’ll hurt. But when the little one doesn’t know anything, clueless as he’s laughing giddily at the cartoon character, happiness at it’s best and your hand holding onto his with your fingers laced between, he figures one more day couldn’t hurt. We’re happy now, that’s all that matters, that’s all that matters… that’s all that matters.

It was in the confined place of the machine that stopped beeping. He had lost too many tears to cry now, he’s on his knees for a different purpose now and he can’t breathe right. He can hear his child crying somewhere in the back but he’s feeling a million of emotions wreck his heart as he stares at your pale face, your eyes closed, your lips in a light shade of blue and you’re not waking up when Yoongi cries for you. Please wake up! Don’t leave me! Don’t leave us! I love you please wake up!

It was out in the open when Yoongi had to stand in front of the few who he knew you would want to be there and he hopes he does you justice. He’s holding the hand of the boy you left him with and he clutches onto the hand tight, more than his child would need him to but he can’t lose him, he just can’t. I loved her, I loved her, I loved her, Yoongi cries, and the boy is there to wipe his father’s tears away, not quite understanding the words properly, but feeling the same churning feeling at the lost of his mother.

It was in the graveyard when he’s old and grey, his son off to create a family of his own and Yoongi knows he’s going to reunite with you soon. He shouldn’t be here, but he wants to. It’s like he can almost see you each time his eyes close and he places a hand on the cold stone. He smiles, the cold breeze brushing against his skin and he knows it’s almost time. It’s almost time to come home. I’m coming, wait for me.