and that is the best coloring you are going to get from me its late and i tried

The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

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A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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BTS Reactions | You Fall Asleep On Him

A/N: Requests open.

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Jin

Originally posted by jjilljj


You were extremely tired by the time Jin and you got to the dorm. You didn’t want to ruin date night though. Jin had planned a nice dinner and then coming home to snuggle and watch a movie. “Go change and I’ll put the movie selection on” he smiled before he grabbed the remote. You grabbed your purse where you somehow managed to fit a tee and shorts. You got dressed and quickly splashed your face with water, hoping to wake up a little. When you walked out, Jin was already in sweats and a tee, waiting for you to chose a movie to watch. 

Halfway through the movie though, your eyes felt heavy and you struggled to stay awake. Finally, you fell asleep, with your head resting on his chest. He didn’t seem to notice until you moved to get in a more comfortable position, with one arm wrapped around him. He couldn’t be upset, you looked so peaceful that he didn’t even want to carry you to bed. He smiled down at you, his heart fluttering. He couldn’t deny that he loved to see you to peaceful. He wanted to fall asleep with you and wake up with you at his side for the rest of his life.

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Stargazing II pt. 1

Jimin x reader

genre: angst!, fluff, smut, boyfriend!jimin

word count: 15.5k


He was your first love, your soulmate who shaped your heart, covered it with scars no one was able to erase..except for the one causing the indentations deforming the once beautiful muscle that still longed for the part that was torn out on a day in late autumn.

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Rough Around the Edges

upperstories submitted: 

Climbing up six flights of stairs was a pain.

Climbing up six flights of stairs after driving what felt like thousands of miles without stopping for anything but gas and coffee wasn’t much better.

But climbing up six flights of stairs with a bad knee, three exhausted bundles of living ink clinging to you like a lifeline, and going on nothing—no real food or water or even a bathroom break—but sheer grit? Downright impossible.

Henry Ross cleared it in half his usual time.

He didn’t care how late it was, how much he ached or how much he wanted to just curl up next to the chipped floor molding and become comatose, he was not in the mood for any of his neighbors catching him as he was. He just thanks god his doorman, a short ruddy-faced man named Patrick, had fallen asleep at his desk before he’d snuck in, like old Patty always did after 11:00 PM.

“644, 645—646,” said Henry, stopping to catch his breath.  “Here. This is it.”

He could feel Boris, Alice, and Bendy collectively sigh in relief, wilting like lilies in the hot summer sun.

Boris was fairing what seemed like the best of them; hand on Henry’s shoulder for balance, but with enough of his druthers to stand upright without help. Alice clung to Henry’s left pant leg, leaning heavily, her black eyes barely open, and not at all complaining when Henry used his free arm to help keep her steady. Bendy, for all his intents and purposes, hadn’t left Henry’s grasp since the studio, tucked against his left side with his face half buried in the old animator’s collar. Henry was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep at least 3 times on the way—he had one hell of a loud snore for a shorty. He hadn’t asked to be put down once, but Henry did not complain. It had been a long day for all of them, but Bendy had had it the roughest—which was saying something, as Henry had learnt that hard way that being turned into a living cartoon was no picnic.

“What’s the plan, Henry?” said Boris, catching Henry off guard.

“Plan is, uh,” Henry mumbled, fumbling with keeping Bendy and Alice from toppling over while he fished for his keys. They weren’t in either of his pockets… where were they?

“Get inside, go to bed. Try to sleep and…” He sighed, “I don’t know, come up with a better plan in the morning.”

“Works fer me,” Bendy muttered, not even opening his eyes.

It was then Henry noticed a small shimmer along the door’s upper frame. Bracing Alice as best he could, he reached up and ran a hand along the top of the door molding and caught something metal on the far corner. Of course. Right where he left it.

“Henr—ry?” said Boris, muffling a yawn behind the back of his hand. “That, uh, don’t seem particularly safe there, leaving yer key where someone can find it. What if someone tries breakin’ in?”

“Not to worry Boris,” said Henry, smirking to himself sardonically, “I doubt anyone would find anything of mine worth stealing…”

The lock gave a rusty clunk, and Henry shouldered it open.

The sound of a rickety radiator and the smell of old newsprint, a faint burnt wood-like scent, and cardboard greeted them along with the faint sting of old alcohol. The light of the hallway cast a thin orange glow into the otherwise pitch-black apartment. Henry couldn’t remember feeling so relieved to see color, faded and muted as it was.  He ushered everyone in and quickly shut the door behind them before trying a light switch. It flickered twice before dimly glowing weakly, barely any better than the hallway light. With a small fzzt!, it went right back out.

“Great,” Henry grumbled. It took a bit of blind stumbling, but he managed to reach a tall lamp next to the couch and switched that on instead. The bedroom was cast a pale light, giving everything a pale bluish tint. “Gonna need to replace that.”

Alice and Boris blinked in the sudden light, Bendy preferring to just keep his face buried under Henry’s chin.

“Well, uh,” Henry said, eyebrows creasing as it seemed something very apparent dawned on him. He tried his best to smile, but only managed a wince and he half-heartedly motioned to the living room. “Here we are. Home sweet home.”

The light made it easier to take stock of just how messy the man’s apartment really was. A quintessential bachelor pad, with bare walls, sealed and opened boxes alike strewn everywhere, bookshelves decorated with everything from empty whiskey and beer bottles to unfinished model ships—and pretty much everything except for books. Dirty laundry littered the floor, waste bins sat overturned in the corner. The kitchen looked almost unused, save for the stacks of pots and pans stuck to the grimy stone tops, and piles of unread junk mail and bills sat on the kitchen counter, unsorted. The couch looked about as comfortable as a sack of potatoes, the green fabric a shade greyer than when it was first bought.  One of its legs was held up by an old phone book.

A thick, sturdy easel and stool sat out of place in the corner, next to a far window, unmistakable in spite of a tarp covered it. Stacks upon stacks of blank newspaper leaned against the corner behind it, book-ended by empty sketchbooks that looked hardly handled. A stray sheet of sketch paper poked out from under the tarp, the off-white paper marred with frustrated, uninspired scribbles of charcoal.

Henry was suddenly acutely aware of Alice and Boris’s stares. He coughed.

“Sorry about the mess,” said Henry, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down, “I don’t, uh, get guests all that often.”

“S’alright Henry,” said Boris, voice no longer tired. His ears had pulled back, eyes downcast as well. “We don’t mind it.”

“S’not like we got anywhere else to be,” Bendy mumbled, peaking up. “Even if it is a pig’s sty.”

“Bendy,” said Alice, sharply.

“Any port in a storm, huh?” Henry shrugged, smirking ruefully. “Alright, alright, everybody to bed. We can worry about this mess in the morning.”

He didn’t need to tell the Toons twice. Henry herded them into the next room, which was surprisingly less musty than the den. There were still more piles of boxes strewn about, sure, but the desk next to his bed was only slightly disheveled, and bed looked well made. Almost as if Henry never really slept in it… or used his bedroom at all.

He led Boris to one end and helped him strip the covers to climb in. Afterwards, he lifted Alice up onto the mattress. Up next was Bendy.

“Alright, short stuff, time to get down,” said Henry, leaning down for Bendy to easily fall onto the mattress. Which he did not. “C’mon, I need my arm back at some point.”

“Can’t here yah, I’m asleep,” said Bendy, pretending to snore, clinging all the tighter.

It took a couple of attempts, but he finally managed to pry Bendy free from his side, his arm practically all pins and needles from the tight hold the little demon had on him. In spite of the little devil’s petulance, Henry gently set him down next to Alice and gave his arm a slow pinwheel stretch. He ignored Bendy’s pointed, pouting glare, clearly not liking being rudely stripped from his warm perch. The fact that a draft ran along Henry’s apartment didn’t improve things much either.

“It’s cold,” said Bendy.

“I know. Sorry,” said Henry. He shouldn’t feel this guilty. “It’s all we got for now.”

The apartment was small, the circumstances messy, the bed a single, and tomorrow looked big and uncertain… but it was all Henry had on such short notice. He only got color back a day ago; he could worry about living conditions later.  

Tomorrow. He could worry about it tomorrow.

He motioned to tuck them in and—stopped himself when Bendy gave him a look.

Why had he moved to do that?

He rubbed his neck and stifled a yawn with his knuckles.

“I’ll be in the den if you need me,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling very foolish.

“You’re not staying here?” Alice asked. Boris looked surprised as well, but Bendy ignored all of them and crawled under the sheets, pointedly looking away from Henry. Something about that stung, just a little.

“Not enough room for all of us on there, Angel,” said Henry. The stinging didn’t go away. He’d gotten them all out, hadn’t he? He brushed it off. “But, uh, I’ll leave the door open. You can bug me for anything.”

Alice nodded, but she looked like she wanted to say something else. Henry waited… and she just followed Bendy, tucking herself between the demon and the wolf without another word. Boris gave Henry a little wave, but didn’t say much more before his head fell back on the pillows. Within seconds, he was snoring up a storm along with Bendy, Alice silently snoozing between them.

“Thing’s’ll be better in the morning,” he said, half heartedly. He wasn’t sure if he was talking more to them or himself. “Promise.”

The Toons said nothing.

Henry trudged to the couch, every inch of him feeling almost as heavy and war-beaten as when he returned to the States from the Front. As he turned off the lamplight, he only hoped sleep would come to him as easily as it had the Toons.

In spite of a million thoughts churned in his mind, clicking like giant cogs. The studio, Bendy, Boris, Alice, Sammy, Joey, their escape, the look on Bendy’s face and the strange ache it left in his gut. Or maybe he was just tired from all the running and the fear and the coffee. Henry pushed it all down, too tired to think, and fell face first onto the lumpy, familiar couch. His arm was left dangling over the side.

Sleep fell over him like a thick, lead curtain. Like a flood of inky black.

***

Henry awoke from a nightmare, and for a moment he thought he was still dreaming it.

He couldn’t remember much, except there had been whites and grays and something about sheep—or was it the 3 little pigs and the big bad wolf?— and a big, empty black void collapsing on top of him.  A faint whine broke through the void, someone’s whine—was it his? When his eyes snapped open, all he saw was black, and his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

He was back. He was there. Back in the studio. Escaping had just been a wonderful, hopeful dream and he was still there he was going to die there and the Toons Were In Trouble—!

But when Henry bolted upright, he felt the familiar lump fabric of his couch, heard the familiar sound of taxi’s speeding by his building in the horrible early hours following midnight. He even welcomed the musty smell of newsprint and old beer. He wasn’t in the studio. He was safe.

And the Toons—

Henry leapt to his feet and bolted for his room in two easy strides. The door was open. And in the bed.

They were there. Safe and sound. Their silhouettes were easily recognizable, even in the faint moonlight and the faraway streetlamp light

Boris was leaning halfway out of the bed, tongue poking out and lolling to the side as he snored, his feet jutting out comically from under the covers over the end board. The blanket looks uncomfortable small on him. Alice was breathing deeply, her face twitching occasionally from deep REM, but otherwise looking peacefully saint-like. Her halo was crooked and looked dangerously close to falling on her face, disturbing her sleep. Bendy was silent, facing away from Alice and…

He softly whined.

Henry was at his side in a second. Had he woken Bendy up with his frantic flailing in the next room?

No, Bendy was still fast asleep, his face scrunched up tight, hands balling up the blanket and comforter in bunches, hogging it and pulling it away from Boris. A droplet of ink dribbled from his temple, staining the large pillow they shared.

Bendy was having a nightmare.

Without thinking, Henry reached for his pocket and pulled out a grey-stained handkerchief. Praying he didn’t startle the Toon awake, he gingerly mopped the loose ink from Bendy’s forehead. Bendy flinched away, curling tighter into himself. The little devil suddenly seemed very small.

Henry quietly shushed him and continued mopping up his clammy forehead, swiping it in long, gentle strokes. Slowly but surely, Bendy’s hands began to unclench, his brow starting to dry. His face refused to give an inch, his whines only becoming more anguished.

“….mmm…jo….ey?” Bendy breathed.

Henry’s chest seized. He lost his voice, but only for a moment.

“Nah… no, half pint,” said Henry, all the gruff and bite leaving it as he spoke softly to the little devil. “S’just me.”

A pause. Bendy shifted, shut eyes seeming to relax a fraction. “….old m’n?” he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s old grouchy me,” said Henry, wanting to laugh. “Everything’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

“…stay’ere th’s time… kay?” said Bendy. His face finally relaxed.

Henry stopped mopping.

All at once, Henry faintly remembered something very striking. Something very specific. When he was a young lad, he’d become sick with pneumonia, and despite all his aching and griping and being a pain, his mother had dropped everything— work, her book club, volunteering at the library— to sit at his bedside for almost a whole three-day weekend. It had almost made up for being sick while school was out. And while he was sick, she read him stories. Treasure Island and Huck Finn. He never remembered thanking her for it, but he did remember drawing James Hawkins fighting Captain Long John Silver. She’d tacked up his drawing on the fridge with a green magnet and never took it down. She smiled for weeks on end after getting that gift.

He thought about that memory— that old smile she had where the edges of her eyes crinkled at the edges, and her teeth shown and she wheezed out a quiet laugh.

Seeing Bendy go back to slumbering peacefully, he could only wonder… Had this been how she felt while he was growing up?

A tightness settled in Henry’s chest and a whole different ache fell over on him. It wasn’t an entirely new realization, one he’d been grappling with ever since Boris had shakily asked Henry if he really meant they’d all escape with the animator. Ever since he’d found Bendy blindly running from his own solemn doppleganger. Ever since He’d told Bendy that he was his own story’s protagonist.

He was responsible for these three now.

Now, that wasn’t to say that Henry was irresponsible. He was a hard working, a dependable man of routine, and could even come handy in a pinch. 

But this was different. This was new. This was terrifying.

He was an old, bitter man. No living family left to speak of. Well on his way over the hill. Never had a thought in his mind about marriage or kids of his own, often only keeping his focus on staying alive, both during and after the war. Hell, he never even thought he’d set foot near an animation desk again before heading off to see Gabriel’s pearly gates (if he was that lucky). And yet, here he was, with three cartoons dropped in his lap. Who probably wouldn’t be able to handle living in the real world yet. Who probably shouldn’t be sharing a tiny bed in the middle of a run down apartment on the ass-end of a filthy city.

What could an angry old man with a tiny apartment and hardly anything to his name do for them?

“mmm… h’nry?” Bendy whined. Henry snapped out of his quiet, rising panic, stifling a yelp.

“S-still here,” he managed, feeling his voice crack.

“good…” Bendy relaxed against the pillow, completely at ease. Completely trusting.

The tightness in Henry’s chest finally unfurled, and his eyes felt a slight sting. He covered his mouth to muffle a deep, shaky sigh. Bendy had complete and utter trust in him. Was that a good thing? Did Henry deserve it? In spite of all that had happened these past few days, he suddenly didn’t feel so sure.

But… this was his chance right? He was supposed to figure things out now, wasn’t he? He felt so unprepared, like he’d been thrown out in No Man’s Land all over again.

But then again… this wasn’t like the war. Or the studio. Things were on his turf. If anyone should’ve felt like fish out of water, it was the Toons. He was the one with the knowledge of how the real world worked, how colors looked and how real sunlight felt on your skin.

He had to be there for them. He was going to be there for them. 

They were all he had now. 

Feeling more tired than ever, Henry stood from his seat as quietly as he could. He quickly grabbed Alice’s halo, just before it could teeter another centimeter and drop onto her nose, and after giving it a quick polish with his handkerchief, he set it on top of the bedside lamp, perfectly centered. He set to work on the blankets, adjusting it to be spread out evenly between the three of them— he left Boris’s feet sticking out, finding the silly sleeping position suited the wolf— and tucked them all in. It wasn’t the best, rough around the edges, and the blanket was lopsided. But Bendy re-curled around, snoring softly and facing Alice. Her head lolled, and she in turn nestled comfortably atop Bendy’s horns. Boris snuffled and licked his snout before settling more deeply against the pillow. They all seemed to just… fit together. Like puzzle pieces.

Henry felt that unfurling feeling return, and he quickly wiped his face.

Despite being exhausted, he hardly felt like returning to the lump couch. He returned to Bendy’s side of the bed, and took a seat. He knew his neck and back were going to kill him tomorrow, but he could worry about that later. He had more important matters to worry about.

Like making sure the other three got the best-damned night’s sleep they ever got. He wasn’t about to let their first night in the real world be a sorry one.

Tomorrow was going to be the roughest day of his life, and yet, somehow, he couldn’t find it in him to mind it.

I AM ACTUALLY SITTING HERE WIPING TEARS FROM MY EYES, GIRL

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.  I LOVE THIS.  I LOVE THIS SO, SO MUCH; YOU HAVE A LOVELY WRITING STYLE HOLY SMOKES.

Remember I’m Here For You -- Billy Hargrove

Written By: @rune-of-a-writer

Requested: Can I request a billy x reader fanfiction where the reader is dealing with depression and feels lonely but then billy starts to care for her and he’s really cute and fluffy and tries to make her happy.

Warnings: Depression, angst, self-doubt, cuss words

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Things hadn’t been going so great for you lately, and your boyfriend Billy has been picking up on it. So he decides to try his best to make you feel better.

Listen To: Teen Idle by Mariana and the Diamonds

Gif Creds: @elevnns

Words: 2,504

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Jealousy

Summary: You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend to make your ex jealous.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin (Jin) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 3.5k

A/N: (Feat. Wonwoo from Svt) Sorry Svt fans, I made him the enemy. I love Wonwoo though :)

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veritatem inquirendam [seek the truth] (frank castle)

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(original request: AU in which Frank is younger, and he and reader are college students. There’s a heated debate in class and everyone disagrees with Frank except the reader. After that, Frank starts paying more attention to the reader and hanging out with her after class, until he realizes he’s falling in love but she has no idea he is until her best friend tells her.)

(this is terrible i LOVE college frank i love this soft soft boy. what a nerd. i hate him. no warnings on this one except mentions of food and some sexism early in the story!!!)

(tagslist: @doct0rstrange, @caryled, @kurtwxgners, @atari-writes ! if i’ve forgotten you or you wanna be added to the tagslist, just send me a message!!! <3)


The professor is wrong. She knows it, but she can’t say it. You can’t say “you’re fucking wrong” in front of a classroom of fourty kids. Instead of speaking her mind, she bites her tongue and clicks the cap of her pen up and down, up and down, trying to tune out the professor’s voice.

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Mad: Part 13

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11 Part 12

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Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

It's Not That Simple

Title: It’s Not That Simple

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: purplewolfgirl1615

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you live in a world where the first words your soulmate speaks directly to you appear on your skin when you turn 18. Now imagine your confusion when your words read: “Is not this simpler?”

RATING: PG 13 (For Later)

NOTES/WARNINGS: Just a little blood, and then there is some sexual hints in later chapters and swearing in later chapters. Just to let you all know this is the first fanfic I’ve ever shared with anyone. I hate to ask people to be nice but… please be nice.

    The only gift I had wanted for my birthday was for the words to appear on my wrist. The words of my soulmate. The first words he would ever say to me. I couldn’t care about anything anyone got me. It was nice, but nothing would be better than those words etched on my skin.

    Then they appeared.

    “Is not this simpler?”

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10 Years (The Beginning)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: heartbreak

A/N: This is an AU series that I have been working on for so damn long! Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually posting it. I really hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions or queries about what will happen. Thank you to @dylan-trash-tbh for keeping me sane.

Tagging: @nervousmemzie @darlingimafangirl @apollogirl13

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Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“I’m not going,” You stated clearly as your fiancé glanced at you over his cup of coffee, you shoved the postcard to the side, looking through the other envelopes that the postman delivered moments ago. Bills. Bills. And more bills. You averted your eyes from Asher’s blue ones, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

“It’s your ten-year High School reunion, y/n. You have to go.” He stated, standing up from the chair and walking to the mirror that hung on the wall opposite the kitchen breakfast counter. He adjusted his tie before sighing, turning to you, his eyes pleading for you to help. You walked up to the sandy haired man, giggling as you fixed his navy tie. “Just think about it, what I’d do to go back to my ten-year reunion and give the people a piece of my mind.” You laughed aloud, shaking your head.

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Morning After

Requested by: @dmxlover2968

Scenario: a fluffy and smutty g dragon where it’s the morning after their wedding
A/N: I’m not sure how well this turned out, I’m so up in the air about it, but I sincerely hope that you enjoy this.
Genre: G-Dragon x Reader
Words: 3201

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Favourite color: Black II pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Mafia!Yoongi, angst, violence

contents of violence, heavy words and so on

Thanks to the anon who requested a Mafia/Underground!Yoongi story, I hope you enjoy even though I changed the plot

word count: 11.4k


Does Min Yoongi stand for death or safety?

Right now it definitely was the first word to describe the rather cruel man and his actions who threatened you with your mother’s life if you wouldn’t obey his orders as he wanted you to. His plans for your further cooperation sounding strange. At first.

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Caffeinated Fornication

This if for @ask-haleinski whose birthday was July 27th, and my stupid ass didn’t post it on time! This is basically how they met again in their universe so I hope you all enjoy! :)

Warnings: mature language and sexually explicit content

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Stiles was tired.

So tired that if he’s being honest the sweet release of death won’t give him long enough to become well rested. More often than not these days tired is now his default setting.

It was the reason he was currently walking down the street to his favorite coffee shop in town. It just so happened to be open twenty four hours. God bless because it was one in the morning and he needed his coffee fix if he was going to finish his essay.

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Son of the Sea

This is dedicated to the shadiest person around. She’s always out there killing us with her fics, so this week a group of us are out to return the favor! And we’re doing it in the most loving way possible of course😘  Happy birthday to the beautiful and talented @kpopfanfictrash ! I hope your birthday was everything and more! ily <3

Taehyung: hinted demigod au.

Caution: Smut

Word Count: 5.2k+

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CONTRARY. {MAFIA & SOULMATE AU} PART 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe.

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Angst, Kind of Fluffy?, Lowkey Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mature themes, strong language, sexual themes

Word count: 5,906

Summary: There was no such things as Soulmates in Jungkook’s eyes until he met his own and came face to face with you. Could the Golden Boy of Bangtan have been wrong? 


Jeon Jungkook didn’t care too much about most things even if he excelled in them. His only care in the world a good amount of the time was about his gang, Bangtan. Other than that it was mostly when he would get laid next. The parade of random girls to come out of his home was almost a fun game for the other members to count as their faces would disappear forever.

Your skin was smoother than the last girl he had been with. It didn’t click in his head at first that he could now see the color green, but as he watched your eyes bore in his as he was eating you out it went off all at once. You didn’t dare say a word, he was making you moan too much to do so. He wasn’t sure you realized you could see brown now since the room was dark and with his inability to give a fuck, he didn’t say anything on the matter.

As soon as the sex had ended however, he realized you did know. His eyes had begun wondering your room for the color green to study it and he slowly learned things about you. There were medals covering the walls and pictures of friends and family littering them as well. He could infer your life was cookie cutter cute just by looking and as he pulled you against his chest, he heard your small voice speak. “It was Jungkook, right? That’s what the guy yelled before I pulled you out of the bar and we ran here.”

“Yep.” he was still a bit out of breath. For some reason you not addressing the obvious was making him uneasy as ever. He’d seen you talking to Yugyeom from another gang, GOT7 and he always loved to get what the other wanted. He thought of it as a game despite the other’s dismay. “That’s me. Jungkook.”

“Jungkook.” you repeated, your voice airey and cute. He could feel his heart almost flutter every time you spoke. “Kookie. Does anyone call you that?”

He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair, “Yeah, yeah. My friends do to tease me. It sounds nice from you though.” He wasn’t quite sure why he was playing along at this point. Jungkook had this whole thing about Soulmates. He didn’t truly believe in them. He watched his parents suffer and fight for years despite being them and when they got divorced, he vowed he would have nothing to do with it.

Yet here he was, watching your figure disappearing into the grey blankets that maybe you’d mistaken as brown in the store. “Hey, put your number in my phone.” Suddenly in his hands was a nice phone with a pink case. Your screensaver was you smiling with a bunch of friends at the beach. The more he learned about you, the more sick to his stomach he felt as it churned around inside of him. However, it wasn’t enough to change his ways.

He punched his number in and carefully handed your phone back to you. His gut told him it was the right thing to do, but his brain instantly kicked in. The moment you were asleep soundly, he unlocked your phone with the code he’d watched you put in earlier and deleted his number. Then he left. Jeon Jungkook had no time for soulmates with the amount of affairs he had for himself and along with the Bangtan ones.

At a young age Jungkook was taught not to believe in any of this shit. Colors are colors and love is love. Two separate entities tied together by some fuck who decided it’d be funny to mess with people. The only love he felt (As much as he hated to admit it) was for the rest of the members of Bangtan. His mother was god knows where and his father called him once a month from whatever hell hole he was in, so Bangtan was it for him.


He arrived home at the crack of dawn and was quickly in the fridge. It was mediocrely stocked at the moment and the Maknae of the house had been swiftly avoiding going food shopping for the past few months. He just held it off long enough that someone got sick of it and eventually went. Normally it was Hoseok’s girl who did it and Jungkook had come to see her as a maternal figure. Their relationship made him want to believe in love, but the only thing he felt for that girl last night was heat. He disregarded any form of a spark as something minor even if the passion was alive in the night.  

Jungkook wasn’t too good at cooking and it didn’t seem as if anyone was home that he could guilt into making him breakfast. He settled for some Lucky Charms that were going stale at this point, but he didn’t care too much. There was a moment where he almost ate the baby puffs that lined an entire cabinet, but opted out. He’d get in a lot of trouble if he tried to take his youngest in the house title back in that way.

He ended up eating more than he probably should’ve, but the guilt didn’t eat him alive. He figured that he should probably replace everything he ate, but he knew he wouldn’t. Time had almost slipped away as he didn’t even hear the footsteps of someone waking up to greet him. It was Namjoon, the leader of Bangtan. He greeted the younger with a corny smile which quickly turned into confusion at the fine cuisine that laid in front of Jungkook.

“How lazy are you?” he snickered and took the seat across from him, “You reek like alcohol and I suggest you shower before anyone else gets up.” Jungkook shrugged and continued to stuff his face, almost devouring the entire box of cereal. “When did you walk in?”

“Like an hour or two ago.” he responded after swallowing a spoonful of marshmallow, “Yo, the weirdest thing happened to me last night.” Namjoon twirled his hand for the other to continue. “I met my soulmate or somethin’. You know green’s a really boring color? I thought it’d be cooler.”

The leader of Bangtan choked on thin air. “And then why are you here?” The two made eye contact for a moment. While Namjoon was shocked, Jungkook’s face read disgust. “Oh, your dumb little fuckin’ thing. Dude, c’mon. Just cause your parents lied to you doesn’t mean it’s the end of Soulmate’s for you as you know it.”

“Lied? You think so?” Namjoon nodded. “I don’t give a fuck. I like my lifestyle. No strings attached.”

“Call your Dad and think your shit through, JK. Don’t break this girl’s heart because of your shitty shit. Don’t make her a straggler when you’re completely able to be there for her. She’s healthy and stuff, so give her a chance. I bet when you fucked it was awesome.” He laughed at the last part and left the room.

This little speech should have sent Jungkook into his thoughts, but instead he was focused on the smell that he’d just realized was around him. He made a sour face and cleaned off the bowl, putting it on the side of the sink instead of the dish washer. He heard people moving through the large home and basically sprinted to the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to take their shit about him smelling all day.

Upon entry to the bathroom, he locked the door and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. He placed his phone on the charger that he conveniently left in there and started running the water so it would be hot enough for him to get in. Jungkook was so intent on being annoying in any way that he could that he connected his music to the speakers that lined the walls. It was almost 9 am now so most of the people in the house should’ve been up by then.

His clothes basically peeled off of him but before he could step inside, a thought lingered in his mind about his talk with RM. “Call your dad.” Kept playing through his mind and he simply wondered how Namjoon could know more about his family than he himself. So, he shot his Dad a text asking if they could meet up for lunch today. He hadn’t seen him in a few months, but this definitely wouldn’t be too shady.

Bangtan had been around for about ten years now and Jungkook was 23. He kept in contact with his family to an extent, but he kept them at odds. He never really forgave his mother for leaving or his father for being distant, but somewhere in his deep heart he cared a bit. His childhood home was always toxic and he hated being there.

His father drank a lot and from the tabs Jungkook had been keeping, he was sober now. It’d been a couple of weeks for him and he felt a bit of pride about his father’s state. As much as he had tried to be a good Dad when he was younger, he found home in his friends. He was the youngest of the group and had become friends with them during elementary school.

Jungkook was a popular kid, but everyone has their bullies. One day a bunch of older boys had seen his father piss drunk in the middle of the day and recognized him as Kook’s dad. They were picking on him when his Dad didn’t get him from school and he instead had to walk home alone. Jimin was taking the same route home from school and even though he was shy, he helped the even shyer boy out.

Then after the two got their asses kicked, they became friends. Jimin had been Taehyung’s best friend and Yoongi was Taehyung’s mentor in some school thing from years ago. Hoseok and Namjoon were Yoongi’s two best friends and Jin was best friends with Joon. The seven of them being close just fell into place and the intense family bond they had shone through in any situation. They followed each other aimlessly and thus, Bangtan was created as well.

During his loud shower, Jungkook’s phone buzzed a multitude of times. He ended his shower early because the slight buzzing he could hear through his music was annoying him to no extent. He always managed to get ticked off by the simplest things and as of late his tolerance for such things was depleting

He patted himself off and wrapped the white towel around his waist. He had some fear of getting any kind of water on his electronics even though he was extremely dumb about them. He constantly had drinks around his super computer in his room and speakers lying around the pool and his phone was always in places it probably shouldn’t be.

His father had texted him a multitude of times, extremely excited about Jungkook reaching out. Kook just rolled his eyes at the emojis and exclamation marks, but a little part of him was happy that his father was getting better and actually cared.  The little part of him that wasn’t concerned about the meeting he had tonight for new weapons with Big Bang.

They’d agreed to meet up at a restaurant near his father for lunch in about an hour and a half which meant Jungkook had to leave soon. The new place he was living was a lot further from the Bangtan Base and he knew he didn’t want to be late. He needed to know why his leader knew more than him. Allegedly.

Jungkook was a simple guy when he wasn’t trying to pick up girls. The basic white shirt and black jeans combo was what he normally went for. Today he paired it with a double pierced hat and sunglasses to mask his tired eyes. He’d slept a bit with you the night earlier, but it wasn’t enough for him.



The bed was emptier than it had been a few hours ago and upon waking up you sighed at the sight. You figured he was too good to be true. Jungkook. Your soulmate had been lying next to you hours ago and now he was gone without a goodbye. He seemed distraught upon the awakening, but you couldn’t exactly depict why. It picked at your brain as you got ready for work, but you decided not to let it bother you.

After coming to that conclusion, you continued to let it piss you off. What the fuck could you have possibly done wrong to make him erase himself? Literally fucking nothing. The night was pretty magical in your eyes and the sex was amazing, if anything. The sparks that protruded around the room as you moaned his name into the night had you excited about the future, but now it was nothing.

It simply played through your mind as you showered to get ready for work and you just got consecutively angrier. Meeting your soulmate was always something you had looked forward to in your life. Everyone around you was happy and in a relationship basically and you were constantly teased for your lack there of. Most people had found their soulmate before their twenties and here you were at 23, alone.

So, you did the next best option. You slept around a lot but vowed to stop once you found him. Now, you weren’t too sure about that. Once you got out of the shower you even discovered that he had removed his number from his phone and you couldn’t help but to feel like pang of pain hit again.

Before you left for work, you checked your mailbox with the usual bills downstairs. Except, there was a note inside of the box. It was a handwritten note on a napkin that had the logo of the bar you’d stayed at the night before on it. “I’m here for you next time.” it was written with semi nice handwriting and sighed, “Yugyeom” with a heart and a phone number next to it.

The thought that he had followed you and Jungkook back to your place didn’t even cross your mind as you texted him “Haha, the note was cute.” It was still fairly early so you didn’t exactly expect a reply, but as you got into your car to drive to the office building you worked in, your phone vibrated. “Says you.” It read and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Last night, you’d spoken to the two boys together for a while before heading to the bathroom. When you’ returned, Yugyeom was gone and Jungkook was just the right amount of hot to take you home. You weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t made eye contact before that intimate moment, but you wished you had so you weren’t completely asleep when he left. The thought that he may not have even slept with you crossed your mind as well, so you were happy it didn’t happen back at the bar. The sex was probably some of the best you’d ever had.


Jungkook found himself sitting at the restaurant alone about twenty minutes after his father and himself had decided to meet. He decided to take the time alone to talk to all of the female staff that seemed to be making eyes at him. He knew he was attractive and so did the rest of the world.

He sat twirling a fork in one hand and his other was draped over a chair as he just made eye contact with everyone to pass by his table. Almost each woman stopped and asked if he needed anything, but they made sure to check if he was waiting for a date or not. He laughed off the notion and simply winked, telling them he was fine each time.

His father walked in right on queue at the half hour mark when Jungkook was debating walking out. He apologized profusely for the wait and blamed it on the traffic. He offered to pay for the meal to make up for it, but his son shrugged off the notion and said he could take care of it. After all, when you’re in one of the best gangs around loads of money tends to be one of the perks.

“So, what is it you want to speak about?” They had held small talk, but when the food had arrived his father cut right to the chase. He may have made some poor choices in the past, but he wasn’t slow in this sense. He knew his son. Well, he used to.

Jungkook was somewhat taken back by the direct approach and simply couldn’t decide which question to ask first. On one hand he could be blunt and ask why he could have possibly lied and on the other he could beat around the bush and ask why he was speaking to Namjoon. There was no question to which he would choose.

“Did you lie to me? Is mother not your soulmate?”

His father’s face sunk at the accusation and he immediately put his fork down to make eye contact with his son. “No, she isn’t.” Jungkook’s face fell. As much as he was forced to hate the idea of soulmates, he hated liars even more. “We were going to tell you the truth but then that bitch-” he caught himself as his son’s face  changed at the mention of his mother. “She left and I just wanted you to hate her. I wanted you to fucking hate her, but I didn’t mean to make you hate love. I was so trapped in my own shit I didn’t consider you. I apologize.”

“Then why the fuck are you talking to Namjoon about this and not me?” he snapped and slammed his hands on the table, breaking the vase of flowers that sat between them. His force caused all of the things on the table to jump and move.

“Kookie calm down-” his father tried to console his son as his face heated up, but they both knew he was past the breaking point.

“Don’t fucking call me that!” he was screaming now and the low keyness he held before was completely out the window. He threw the money for their meals onto the table and stormed out, his father at his heels. “You don’t get the right to after ruining a portion of my life! I forgave you for my childhood and lack of! This is something that I so sinfully threw out the fucking window and now I hurt the girl that I’m suppose to-” his voice broke as he neared his car and his emotions flooded through his entire being. “The girl I’m supposed to love! You didn’t get your happy ending and you just ruined mine.”

He unlocked his car and slammed the door, but his father stood right outside. “She died, Jeon Jungkook! My soulmate died and so did your mothers! Stragglers sometimes find a haven in each other, but this didn’t work and you can’t blame us for not working!”

The enraged man slightly rolled down the window as he back out of his spot and briefly held eye contact with the other. “Don’t speak to anyone in my life or I’ll ruin yours. I’ll destroy it more than you already have.”

Then he was gone.


He drove for hours before stopping. It was forced since he his car gas light was on. He recognized the area around him that he went to in his haze and it was near you. The apartment you two had been in together hours ago and the apartment he left you in. Instead of going to a gas station he pulled into a spot in front of the building and his long limbs walked him to the locked door to wait for your green eyes.

There was a chance you could be inside and there was a chance you would just run right by him, but even the small bit that he could apologize mattered. He didn’t want to end up like his father; A liar who couldn’t atone for his sins until he was approached. He didn’t want to be like his mother; A woman who just left the son she’d given raised for the past years.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to become his own person and that meant fixing his attitude. He’d blown off the weapons trade and turned off his phone to do so. If Bangtan wanted to find him, they’d be in his face within moments. They knew he was lost in his thoughts and had to find his way out alone.

It wasn’t until your green eyes were focused on another’s red hair as you approached the door. He store up with half lidded eyes as he watched you walk towards your apartment with none other than Kim Yugyeom. There was nothing happening between the two of you other than laughter, but Jungkook thought he knew better. No. He knew that fuck from GOT7 better than you ever would.

This was all apart of his game. All the other wanted was what Jungkook himself had, but you weren’t willing to give it to him. You didn’t know anything of their rivalry and just wanted a friend to spend your day with. Your plan was to watch some movies, while Bangtan’s finest knew about the other intentions in the red heads mind.

“Are you fucking joking?” Jungkook took long strides over and shocked you, causing you to jump behind your newly found friend.

“You vanished.” your eyes began to well with tears from the sheer emotion that your soulmate was displaying. You weren’t scared or anything, but you could just feel how hurt he was. How something was wrong.

“Well, I’m here to apologize.” his voice was sincere as he attempted to dodge around the taller to make the ever fated eye contact with you.

“And how do we know that for sure?” Yugyeom was testy and easily ready to take matters into his own hands to get what he wanted. GOT7 and Bangtan were currently on good terms, but Jungkook was ready to blow it all to make it up to her. Whoever she was, she was his soulmate and he wanted to learn more.

Jungkook met your saturated eyes and you could almost pass out from the intensity being lit in the area. Between you and him and between the two men you were with. “She knows.” Jungkook’s voice was strong, but you could feel the vulnerability within it and nodded. Yugyeom scoffed and his friendly facade faded back into his fuckboy one.

“Yeah, whatever.” he waved the pair of soulmates off and strode away with no other words. The lack of confrontation was unheard of, but there was probably some ulterior motive. Most likely Jaebum ordered him not to start unnecessary shit. Again.

“Why are you so upset?” you asked, quite unsure of why you were doing so. Yes, Yugyeom had made you feel better about the situation in a way. He’d told you that Jungkook was just some lonely boy from the rich side of town who always got what he wanted. It wasn’t necessarily true but it made you feel better about being ditched. Your question was followed by a brief mumble to yourself saying, “Why do I even care…?”

Jungkook ignored your latter comment and took the kind opportunity to walk over to you and wrap his arm around your waist. Some little thing inside you couldn’t find the anger you’d previously held to push him away and instead let the two of you into your building. “We can talk when we get upstairs.” he stated and held the door open for the two of you to walk through.

The walk upstairs was silent, but you could just feel the raw emotion emitted from his entire being. His touch was directly emulating the feeling towards your kind soul and you couldn’t help but want to make him feel better. Being someone’s soulmate was a big deal in your eyes and if he was willing to get passed what he’d done, you’d consider it as well.

A dark thought of if he did this right away, what was he capable down the road loomed in the back of your thoughts. The only thing scaring it away was the sheer desire to be loved by someone who was fully capable to do so. Who was destined to love you.

His eyes watched your every motion as you unlocked the door and quickly shed your shoes and coat to become more comfortable. He repeated your actions, already feeling at home. You made your way over to the couch and both took a seat. You attempted to create a space in the middle, but he wasn’t having it. He’d wasted all this time already that he couldn’t waste anymore.

There was a long sigh before he began to speak and anxiety rode high within it. “My parents-” he sighed again and began to tap his fingers along his own thigh. “I’m sorry for leaving you without a word.”

“And deleting your number.” you butt in, attempting to ease the tension with a light tone. “How’d you get into my phone anyways?”

“And deleting my number. The last part- is another time. I’ll tell you later.” you opened your mouth to speak again  but as he sighed you decided to hold your tongue. “I grew up my entire life thinking that this whole soulmate thing was a waste of my time. It was nothing personal to you and as I talk, I want you to slowly understand that you did nothing wrong last night. You were perfect.”

A light pink blush tinted your cheeks and you stood up, facing away from him. You glanced at him for a moment as you walked over to the kitchen behind the couch. “If it’s going to be a long story, we may as well have food and drinks. I’m starving and I can hear your stomach through your tears.”

“I haven’t cried.” he was quick to fend himself some from casual playing around. He just shot a smooth smile towards you and cleared his throat to continue. “My parents had gone on and on about how they were soulmates, but today I found out they lied to me. That’s the only way I can put this, truthfully. I don’t have much of a conscious left on me anymore and that’s mainly due to my line of work but you were just fresh on my mind in a way. It wasn’t like your naked body under mine was stuck in my thoughts or the way my name sounded from your pretty pink li-”

He shut off his thoughts about last night upon noticing embarrassed look your face gave and cleared his throat again as you stepped over with a bowl of doritos and soda. “Anyways, I didn’t want you to be upset. The image of you waking up alone this morning played through my head and god damn I wish I would have known sooner so maybe I could have been there.”

You tucked your knees into your chest and leaned against the opposite arm of the couch from him as he inched closer to rest his hand on your knee. “So you just want me to forget about it?” you held back the automatic intention of wanting to roll your eyes and instead just made eye contact with his glimmering ones. “Jungkook-”

“I love the way you say my name.” he interrupted and leaned above your legs towards your face to ensure that he could study the color within your orbs. “I loved the feeling that ran through my body just now. An overwhelming feeling of- love. I think it’s love. I don’t get too much of it outside of my ga- my friends. It’s a little foreign in this sense, but I felt it. I know you did too.”

Words weren’t really able to be formed in this moment and instead you held the eye contact that sparked your entire reason to speak to him. The feelings ran rampant in between the two of you and it was almost predictable that within the same moment you’d both lean in for a smooth kiss. You dropped the guard you had up (and your legs) and embraced the man who was hovering above you, lips connected with your own.

The kiss from a view was nothing special, but for the two of you there was a connection. He was trying to be genuine and make up for what he had done and it was apparent to you that anything to do with intimacy was his way of showing it. His lips were chapped and a bit rough, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest sense. You let your body relax as he completely moved over you, legs on both sides.

The kiss stayed sweet until he pulled away and began to place smaller ones down your body. The memories of last night flashed within both of your minds as he trailed his lips down your face and neck, stopping around the slight amount of cleavage that was exposed. Before anything else happened, he stopped and moved off of you.

Jungkook thought there would be more of a shock factor from the sudden break, but as little as you two knew, you were slightly in sync. He took his seat back on the couch and moved your body onto his to keep the skin on skin alive in his own mind.

“Why do you-” you sighed and he laughed, thinking of the many he’d just partaken in. “What is your job that you’re so cold?” you took the brief silence to move off of his lap and next to him again, much to his dismay.

“My job?” he let out a small chuckle and his eyes darted to his shoes that were kicking the carpeted floor. “What’s your job?”

“I work in an office in a tiny cubicle in the city. It’s nothing special, but it’s never what I thought I would amount to.” he turned his face towards yours and cocked his head to the left side as a question as to why. “I was an athlete when I was younger, you see. I was a freestyle swimmer, but I hurt my shoulder and was told I was no longer able to continue. At that point I was 19 and my life felt over. All my friends had careers and were with somebody- so I gave up on a career and took this job, hoping my Prince Charming would whisk me away.”

Your body language had changed as you spoke, now more droopy and closed in. As much as the past was the past, it still affected your present. It clouded your thoughts on the dark days and was a constant reminder that you were in a rut currently. As happy as your were with your beach days and nights out, you were alone. Hopefully that was over.

“Well, I’m no Prince Charming.” he slung his long arm around your tight shoulders and raked you closer to his body. “But I can try as hard as I can to give you some kind of happy ending. There’s a lot of things that I- I have going on in my life and within a day of knowing you I’ve blown it off. My job is an all of the time job, but because of that you can quit. You don’t have to work as long as I’m alive.”

You’d found yourself rested on his chest and your fingers were dancing across the fabric covering it. His breathing slowed as you looked up at him again after his words with a shocked face. “What do you mean? Jungkook, what do you do?”

He could feel his normal attitude shifting with just the tone of her voice and he knew as much as he was previously against it, he could see himself throwing so much away from her. She was the opposite of everything the Golden Boy had built himself up to be. She was pure and kind, but broken. He could sense she would drop anything for someone he cared about and he wanted to aspire to be like that. Instead, he was dangerous and everything she wished she could be.

“I’m in Bangtan.” with those three words, the scars she’d noticed last night made sense. The fresh ones and the ones that were faded all made sense. As you spoke of such dangerous matters, you position didn’t shift and instead you found yourself further inclined to be close with this man.

“Yugyeom too?”

“He’s in a different gang- Are you okay with hearing this? I’ve had friends whose girls have freaked the fuck out at the mention of the mafia and you’re just asking questions?” a chuckle slipped through his mouth and he kissed the top of your head. “God I wish I wasn’t so fucked up last night, I’ve lost some precious time with you.”

“Am I going to be safe?”

You felt his grip on you tighten and he just nodded. You knew from the slight breeze moving your hair without even looking. “I’ll make sure of it- but I want you to come home with me tonight. Everyone’s going to be mad at me, but I want to show them the gorgeous girl I ditched them for.”

“So I’m your scapegoat?” you couldn’t help but to laugh in the moment and he joined in as well.

“Ah, it’s partly that, but I don’t know what Yugyeom is going to do with the information you may have slipped tonight. He knows you’re my soulmate?” you nodded. “And where you work?” A predictable nod. “Then you’re definitely coming over tonight. As much as I like to pride myself on being the best in Bangtan- I’m definitely not the brains.”

“You’re the muscle pig.” you whispered, but he laughed at the words that breezed by his ears. You stood up and left him on the couch to go and pack a bag. There was something strange about the way you were acting. It was so unlike you to jump along into a foreign land you’d only heard about for a brief moment.

Before this, your whole life was built on paying it safe. You were good at swimming? Keep going. That got fucked up? Take the safe route and work in an office until someone comes along to make you their little housewife waiting at home. While that certainly wasn’t this situation, you found yourself playing into it as if you’d prepared your entire life for this moment here.

There were no calculations you found yourself acting upon and no regulations you had to follow. You most certainly hadn’t tried it, but this could be true love. The act of following so blindly. All you could feel was the danger lurking ahead, but you weren’t afraid. You weren’t alone this time.

“Y/N.” he spoke your name as the door to your bedroom was almost shut with you on the other side. “I’ll be right here when you get back. I promise.”


Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Now you get you know all about Jungkook too! Kind of. I hope you enjoyed this and I wanna say a big thank you for reading and following this series if you have been. I’ve been having some trouble writing it, but I’m enjoying it none the less. Please let me know what you think whether it be messaging me or replying to this! I’d love to know your thoughts and answer any questions.

Have an amazing day & expect more soon. 

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Yoongi’s installment!

Jimin’s installment!

[08] Run


Masterlist

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

Warnings: fluff, smut, thigh riding, slight choking

When you and Yoongi got home it seemed that the boys had gone out, leaving a note on the coffee table that read:

We went out for drinks with Jaebum and the boys, and if you two are going to have sex please do it in Yoongi’s room not in places we usually are. Thanks. - Jin

“Wow, settle.” Yoongi chuckled, rolling his eyes and tossing the paper back onto the coffee table. He tried his best to seem unphased by the small paper but the way you whimpered his name earlier crept back into his mind and he fought the tint of pink that began to creep onto his face. He watched as you tossed your flannel onto the couch, admiring the way your hair framed your face, he admired your newly exposed skin, it wasn’t that he was being wierd and admiring your arms and shoulders…it was just you in every aspect was beautiful. Every single exposed and unexposed part of you was beautiful. “Yoongz, do you trust me?” A hint of mystery floated through your words, and the small smile plastering across your face was not helping his curiosity as to why you asked such a question. “I mean, yeah? I guess?” He wasn’t exactly positive as to how to answer such a random question, but you left no time for him to question himself. You grabbed his hand and led him up two flights of stairs and into you and Hoseok’s shared bathroom.

“Grab the rolling chair from my desk and sit. No questions asked.” While the confused mint haired boy listened to your comands, tossing his denim jacket to the side in the process, you pulled out a clear tub from underneath your sink. He plopped into the chair and watched as you mixed some bleach powder and developer into a bowl knowing exactly what process was about to take place. “Sorry Yoongz, but the mint is fading so much, and I think you’d look nice with blonde hair.” He just chuckled and pulled out his phone while you began applying the bleach to his hair, Yoongi wasn’t one to care much about big changes or bold decisions or at least he didnt act like it, so as you applied bleach to his faded out hair he sat scrolling through his phone. “I literally hate this process.” He groaned as you put a shower cap over his bleach covered hair, you rubbed his shoulders softly in an apology for the very itchy and uncomfortable process of color stripping, and hopfully a light bleaching would do the trick. The hair transformation lasted a good hour and half, full of laughs and loud screeches from Yoongi, ‘Y/n!! YOU’RE GETTING WATER EVERYWHE- AH THATS MY SHIRT YOU DICK.’ He ended up getting his revenge by shaking his head like a dog, and now he sat with dampened blonde hair and soaked shirt.

“I’m too lazy to dry it again so we’re just gunna let it air dry,” You huffed, ruffeling his wet hair.

“Lets go stay up late and write grandpa.”

He followed you to his room, he watched your messy ponytail swing side to side through his matted down damp hair. Another night alone in his room, two passionate souls speaking of passionate things in a room that held a kiss earlier that day, only this time as you climbed up onto his bed you patted the empty space next to you as an invitation for the nights long hours. He sat with his back against the headboard as he watched you change your position to where you were sitting criss cross apple sauce against the wall next to his headboard. “Okay so I’ve been pondering on this one idea, so please bare with me,” He studied how your nimble fingers flipped through your worn down journal until you found the marked up desired page.

“Dream, I will be there for your creation. Until the end of your life. Dream, wherever you might be. It will be lenient. Dream, you will fully bloom. After all the hardships. Dream, your beginnings will seem humble, So prosperous will your future be.”

Yoongi nodded his head ever so softly as you spoke out your notebook lyrics, he analyzed them in his head as you spoke, conjuring your lyrics into a beat so astounding yet not surprising. He sent your lyrics through a test of rhythm, should they be sung by your pretty little voice or rapped by a God, and when you closed your journal and watched the wheels turn in his head, awaiting his reply you couldnt help but smile at his passion. You watched as Yoongi sat up slightly and began rapping what you assumed to be the next part in what would be a beautiful masterpiece. “Right, I’m living because I can’t die
But I don’t have anything I want to do
I’m in so much pain and lonliness but people around me
Keep telling me to regain my consciousness
I try to vent my anger but I only got myself
So what’s the point of venting my anger
I’m scared to open my eyes everyday and start breathing
.”

“You never fail to impress me, Min Yoongi.” Your voice was small, to distracted by your thoughts to focus on words and to embarrassed by your thoughts to make eye contact at the now blonde boy sitting inches away from you, and you didnt have to see him to know he was doing his infamous smug ass shug. You quickly jotted down his fast spoken words and smiled in content when the last word was documented in the old tattered book.

“You’re pretty confident for a insecure guy.” He smiled softly and replied simply. “And you’re pretty fearless for a scared girl.” You returned the soft smile and reached for his pale hand and held it tightly. “I’m scared of failing, or trying and not succeeding… but I’m fearless in taking risks and going for the gold, you shouldn’t fear the task but its normal to fear the outcome.” Yoongi traced his thumb softly across yours and explained himself as you had done for yourself. “I dont know, I’m not exactly confident about parts of myself and growing up and not knowing myself made me insecure… but i’m confident in my writing, in my skill, in my leadership skills.” His voice didnt waver, didnt crack. There was no sign of meloncahloy or hurt, it was simply factual statments spoken from an unphased man, his mindless actions causing your heart to flutter. “What arn’t you confident of?” The silences between questions and answers were no where near awkward, it was just small pauses in time, watching his hair air dry as the conversation got older and older. His blonde hair now slightly wavy, and his bare face so pretty while his side profile was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, sharp jawline and perfect features upon an inviting neck connected to a desirable and beautiful masterpiece that was Min Yoongi. You knew it was only the first date, but love has no set times, no set occassions and the way he looked tonight, you wanted it to make it your mission to make him confident in all the places he wasnt.

“I used to be a bit chubby,” a small chuckle escaped his lips like thinking back to that time made him remember adorable memories. “I dieted, and I mean I wont lie being next to the maknae sometimes makes me feel less than, so I guess i’m not confident in my stomach or thighs but I’m not super insecure about it, just not confident.” You took in his breathy chuckle and pouty lips as he spoke, you’d seen him naked before but it wasnt a time you actually paid attention. His thighs weren’t muscular like Jungkook or Jimin’s but they were perfect, and you knew he didnt have abs but his stomach was flat and cute, so perfect but as he spoke of these insecurities and as you looked at his etheral features, something inside you clicked.

You straddled him without a second thought, taking his face in both your hands and pressing your light pink lips agaisnt his pretty pouty ones, his hands instantly grabbing your hips firmly. He took over shortly after your lips met, immediately asking permission to explore and by god you couldn’t deny. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and before he could plan his next move you took his bottom lip between your teeth, opening your eyes to him looking directly into yours, slowly you lowered yourself to be forehead to forehead with your Daegu Prince. His lidded eyes staring into yours, while his hot breath hit your lips and you hoped he felt yours too, you rolled your hips agaisnt his, bringing his cock to life under you. “Fuck.” He groaned pressing you down further agaisnt him, you had a plan and all you needed him to do was slip your pants down your legs, and by the way his lips latched onto your neck while you slightly grinded agaisnt him told you it wouldn’t be long until he needed to have you shed clothing.

Yoongi sucked at nibbled at your exposed flesh as he felt you roll your hips so gracefully, even during sinful deeds your actions were heavenly. Small, barley audible moans left your pretty, swollen lips as Yoongi met his hips up to yours, until finally he swiftly brought you down agaisnt the bed, hands fumbling for the hem of your jeans and expertly sliding off the now pointless garment.

You felt a soft breeze against your now exposed legs, quickly pulling Yoongi’s face to yours you kissed his intoxicating lips again because you just couldn’t seem to get enough. “Yoongi sit up.” Your low and sweet voice sent chills down his spine, he obeyed your command and watched while you slipped your baby blue panties down your glorious legs. You weren’t trying to tease, and he knew that; mesmerized by your astounding beauty he gulped in the presence of his goddess. There was no words that needed to be spoken, love and need filling the air in a mixture of innocence and sin swirling around the four walls yall sat in, you never once took your eyes off his pretty, pale face and flushed cheeks and lightly damp blonde hair. He looks so handsome. You ‘casually’ straddled one of his thighs and left soft butterfly kisses from the corner of his mouth, across his jawline and right underneath his ear, you kissed over his pierced ear and smiled as his hands ran down your still covered torso.

“Maybe I can make you confident about your thighs.” Your soft whisper sending something between a moan and growl to leave Yoongi’s glistening, swollen lips while his grip on your hips tightened. Your soft kisses soon turned sloppy and feverish against your canvas that was his neck, painting beautiful purple marks of love upon the inviting skin. You worked yourself up and down his jean covered thigh, the rough material creating a delicious amount of friction agaisnt your clit. He watched your body move like a clip stuck on repeat, listening to the dirty yet oh so pretty sounds leaving your mouth like it was the best song he’d ever heard. You ran your fingers through his hair as you continued to ride his perfect thigh, sending soft curses into the air without any want to hold back because you wanted Yoongi to know that his thighs were more then satisfying.

“Faster baby.” Baby. How you’ve been waiting to here that name fall from his lips since the night in the train car, and as he breathed the compand he flexed his thigh making sending you into a state of bliss. “F-fuck, Yoongi your thigh feels so good.” You whimpered, already staining his jeans with your pleasure, his hands guiding your body because even during this he had some sort of control and you were one hundred percent okay with that. You saw his erect cock straining against his jeans and as much you wanted to pleasure him, you needed him to know how perfect he was in the places he wasn’t confident in.

His flushed cheeks and hooded eyes sent a wave of electricity through your body, he was a true prince and dear god you prayed to be his princess. He noticed your stutter in movements, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear his flexed again getting a loud moan to erupt from deep within. “You look so beautiful, I could write a song about this moment alone.” His praise sent a familiar tightening feeling in your stomach, you were so close and you needed him to know. “Y-yoongi, i’m close -fuck- your thighs are perfect, yes dont stop baby please.” The mix of pleading and praise sent a devious smirk to appear on his face while his eyes thanked you for the sweet and caring gesture. He continued to flex his thigh and press you down harder against him, pressing his lips against your collarbone, whispering soft prasies against your glistening skin causing your walls to clench around nothing and for you to come undone. You rode out your high, whispering barley audible 'I love you’s’ and 'you’re so perfect.’ You couldnt hold back your thoughts, his name, the praise, the 'I love you’s’ rolled off your tongue like it was your duty to speak nothing but just that. “Good girl, you sound so pretty moaning for me.” Feeling the heat reach your cheeks you kissed him softly to hide it, while his words were sweet his voice dripped of want and need sending you into a never ending spiral of desire.

Changing positions and straddling him completely you kissed his nose then his irresistible lips. “I could write a song about you too ya know, the way your lips look after kissing me… the way your pink tinted cheeks look against a pale pallet of complete beauty.”

“Pale pallet of complete beauty?” He chuckled rolling his eyes at the horribly cheesy line that he in fact that was cute.

“The words of a writer Min Yoongi, get over it.”

Oh but he would never get over it, he never wanted to. He would be totally content with hearing your cheesy lines and sweet gestures everyday, Yoongi took in your glistening skin, exposed thighs and so much more, he took in how you smelt of apples and sweat but in the best way. He tried not to look too much scared that it’d break his careless attitude, break his silent caring state so instead he pressed his lips below gour ear and began to create a memory in your skin, one that one day wash away from your neck but not your soul. “You looked so pretty riding my thigh,” his sinister whisper rang throughout your body his left hand running up your exposed thigh and onto your ass, your hot skin feeling like fire underneath his hand. “I just know you’d look beautiful moaning underneath me.” The statment elicited a moan to break free, the low raspy sound of his voice sent goosebumps across your dampened skin. He squeezed your ass softly before he ran his hand back down your thigh, his soothing touch sending waves of electricity through your body.

“I want to savor this moment Y/n,” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek and down your jaw. “I want to feel every part of you.” His fingertips traced down shoulder, your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the process until he traced the inner of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered so quietly that not even he was sure he said it.

“You have every part of me for as long as you want.”

“I think I might want you forever.” His breath was ghosting over your mouth as he stuttered out the confession, and as of what exactly he meant by forever was a mystery to the two of you, I guess love just makes you irrational and impulsive because here you were, half naked and kissing on the first date. But that was thing… it didnt feel like the first date, wrapped up in every word you spoke to each other, every movement and every moment going by so smoothly because loving him didnt scare you, but by god loving you scared him. Scared to love freely and openly, but not scared of you.

“I think I might want you too.” Replies so simple for confessions so extreme, but as he smiled and squeezed your thigh, you knew he was happy with your answer.

It wasn’t a forever that put pressure on you, it was simply a confession that you knew confused Yoongi, the forever sounded promising and with the rate this first date was going you hoped maybe a forever is just what you needed with him. You looked at his eyes and there it was… the whole. Fucking. Galaxy. You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in a a swift motion,leaving you in only your black strapless bra; he groaned in frusterstion at looked at you with dark eyes and slightly opened mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.” His voice low and raspy, immediately he began placing hot open mouth kisses over the swell of your breasts in a hungry like fashion. Your mind was clouded by the feeling of his lips and the swirl of his tounge making marks all over your newly exposed skin, soft sighs of pleasure leaving your lips as you watched him kiss and suck.

“Fuck this.” He growled, unclasping your bra skillfully. He wasted no time in touching you, taking one breast in his hand and pinching your hard nipple while taking your other in his mouth where he ran his tongue so soft, so teasingly, sucking every so often earning a loud moan to leave your lips. He grabbed your hips and laid you forward, his still clothed body hovering over your exposed one, his face soon buried in between your boobs, leaving small purple bites in the valley of your breasts then licking over it.

“Y-yoongi.”

Your soft whimper switched something inside Yoongi, as he looked at you with hungry eyes and a devious smirk, all signs of soft Yoongi gone and boy did that look excite you. “Yes baby, moan for me. Whimper for me, let me hear you.” He pressed his lips to yours feverishly as one hand remained gripping your hip while the other made its way down your stomach. His tongue doing wonders in your mouth as he swiped a finger up your folds, coating it in your arousal. “You’re so wet for me.” He cooed, breaking free from the kiss to lick off the remnants of your pleasure off his finger then slamming his lips back to yours causing you to taste the sweet remains of yourself on his lips and tongue. You hastily pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes. Running your fingertips along his chest and down his stomach, running a single finger down his happy trail. “And your so hard for me.” Your hand palming his painfully hard dick over his jeans, he thrusted himself into your hand a loud moan escape his swollen lips from the new attention his cock was getting. He looked down at you with hooded eyes and furrowed brows as you continued to rub him never breaking eye contact (which seemed to drive him mad) At an agonizingly slow pace you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his perfect milky thighs letting him do the rest. He was left in his light gray boxers, you saw the stain of precum and you smiled knowing the effect you had on him.
You softly placed your hand on his chest to sit him down once more, as you pulled down his boxers and ran your hands down his thighs to his balls. You massaged his balls  with your hand, as you listened to his soft sighs and gulps, his hands gripping the sheets, you halted your movements for a moment waiting for him to look down at you, his eyes met yours and as you stared deep into his eyes you ran your finger over his angry, pink tip, spreading his precum and boy did that trigger something inside that blonde haired beauty. Within seconds he had your hands pinned down over your head and his face buried in your neck, you felt his hot breath hit your bruises and it felt so good and so heavenly. “Kiss my lips pabo.” He looked at you with his adorable gummy smile before pressing his lips to yours, his lips being your new favorite flavor, you felt his hard member pressed against your inner thigh sending a soft moan of want to leave your lips which he quickly swallowed whole.
One hand held your two wrists together as the other made its way down your side and down your thigh, sending euphoria to fill your lungs. Oxygen suddenly seeming useless if you didnt have him filling your body with the euphoria his touch provided.

His hand grazed over your heat as he grabbed his cock, running it down your folds in teasing manner causing you squirm in anticpation underneth him. “Yoongi!” You didnt care if you sounded needy because you were, you needed him, you wanted him now. His chuckle filled your ears as he lined himself up with your entrance wanting nothing more then to feel you around him, before you could even blink he slid himself into you sending both of you to moan in much awaited pleasure.
He let go of your wrists to put one hand on your waist and the other to hold himself up, his face inches from yours soaking up all your beauty and the way your skin glistened with a small coat of sweat that could only be seen in certain light. He snapped his hips into yours causing him to swallow the following moan as he kissed you as passionately as he fucked you. He pulled himself out only to slam back into you, rolling his hips hard but slow, creating such a passionate pace and in that moment you were his rap song. You were the piece of art he worked on, passionately and wonderfully. Running your hands down his back to feel every curve, dip, every inch becoming a permanent memory in your mind, you grabbed his perfect ass and squeezed sending a very noticable red tint to hit his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, pounding into you slowly not breaking eye contact just as you had done before. Breathe ghosting over each others lips, allowing every moan to escape like it was a prize for the other.
The hand that was previously on your hip traced its way up  your stomach and breasts and up to your neck sending shivers down your spine. Whimpering his name for what felt like the hundredth time that night he slammed into you harder, as if with ever snap of his hips he was telling you he loved you, his passion came in ways so much more then 'I love you’s’ and you loved it. He pressed his thumb and index finger down in just the right place to send your brain into a daze, closing your eyes in pure ecstasy you smiled while his hand remained on your throat until he finally let go and kissed your nose for being such a good girl. “Moan my name baby.” His voice lacked dominance, it was more of a plead then a demand but you didnt need to be told twice to show him how expertly skilled he was in pleasing you. You chanted his name in a whiny manner that sent a deep groan to leave his lips. He lifted your leg over his shoulder to get a new angle, hitting your g spot with every passionate, slow, and deep thrust, the familiar feeling boiling in the pit of your stomach, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you began kissing his collarbones and adams apple, moaning into his damp skin.  The slapping of skin filling the room along with mewls and growls made everything hotter, his matted down freshly bleached hair and your slightly smudged makeup from dinner eaflier that night. “Y-Y/n, look at me. I want to see you when you cum. Let me see your face when you come undone.” Kissing his adams apple one last time, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily against your lips, you closed your eyes tightly as you clenched around him sending a loud moan to leave his lips that you withiut hesitation kissed away. “I’m close Yoongi.” He quickly found his way to your clit as he began to rub your sensitve bud to help you find your release, you were falling,  seeing stars and feeling nothing but ecstasy.
He watched your eyes flutter shut as you clentched around him once again and let go completely, moaning his name like it was normal for you to do so, and seeing you come undone sent him over the edge, releasing his hot, white pleasure deep within you, moaning your name loud and proud because this time it was actually you; the two of you rode out your highs. Heavy breaths and lips barley touching, drinking in each others states, not kissing or fucking, just breathing and sweaty. The room was silent, except for your heavy breathing and the words the two of yall exchanged with the intense eye contact spoke volumes over the silence.

Yoongi kissed you softly before slipping out of you and walking to his bathroom to grab a damp towel, he cleaned you off; the towel causing you to slightly hiss due to how sensitive you were. Before going to put the towel away he handed you your underwear and his shirt, not looking your way but caring quietly like he usually did, but no matter you smiled to yourself as you slipped on his shirt happily. Coated in his scent you giggled and crawled under the covers waiting for your Dageu prince to come back and sleep next to you. He came back wearing black and blue boxers, his hair a mess and his cheeks pink as pink can be, he looked angelic…well sort of.

He slipped under the covers and nonchalantly scooped you up into him, looking up at the ceiling as your head rested on his bare chest and your hand rested on his stomach. “Are we going to talk about what all happened today?” As cliche and as 'girl’ like it seemed it must be asked, because you admitted mutual feelings of love, and made love of the first date, there was no denying that what happened prior was way more then a typical fuck. It was magical and meant something.

“I think what just happened spoke louder then anything Y/n.” His soft chuckle made his chest vibrate underneath you, and perhaps his answer wasn’t exactly what you were looking for but he was right.

“So we just see where this goes?” Not jumping into a relationship that both of yall knew you wanted, but too scared to do so. Going day by day as two people who enjoyed the other company and loved one another, not the pressure of boyfriend and girlfriend but just…Yoongi and Y/n.

His response was the last thing you heard before falling asleep soundlessly on his chest.

“Just like writing a song.”

The sound of light banter and sizzling bacon woke you up from your much needed sleep, Yoongi still sleeping sweetly beside you, his blonde hair sticking up in random places making him look like the cutest mess ever. Grabbing your phone and pulling on some of Yoongi’s sweats you made your way downstairs without waking sir sleepy head.

It wasn’t untill you were greeted by five sets of wiggling eyebrows, and smug smirks that your realized your mistake. “Looks like Yoongi Hyung marked you up nicely.” Jimin giggled, running up to you and poking your side like a little middle school boy, but of course the humiliating time could not be over without the evil Maknae coming in and taking a jab at the events. He walked up to you and squinted his eyes slightly, hands behind his back and bending over your short body barely. “Mhm, how many is that? One…two…three..and four. Hyung did do a good job.” You punched the defenseless “little” bunny boy in the stomach causing Taehyung to howl in laughter but of course what kind of golden maknae would he be if the punch actually phased him?

“Anyways, wheres Hoseok?” Noticing that of the five pairs of eyes your favorite brown ones were no where to be found. Namjoon turned away with a smirk still plastered on his face while, Jin simply continued cooking, Jimin and Taehyung were giggling like children while Jungkook rose an eyebrow and gestured behind you. “Does that answer your question?”

Jimin and Taehyung’s giggling became background noise as you turned around to see Hoseok with deshelveled hair and light pink cheeks, but it wasn’t Hoseok that had your eyes wide with shock. It was the petite brunette standing next to him, beautiful figure camouflaged behind Hoseok’s familiar silky white button up and leggings that you were assuming were hers. She was beautiful and as to why she was in yalls house wasn’t much of mystery but as to why you are finding out about it now was.

“Y/n, this is Rosé.”

We Can Never Go Back To Before

(I am sad and write of sad things.  Everyone will be all right in the end, I’m sure, but, Harris, you can’t run from your past forever.)

“Let’s eat peanut butter cups for dinner.”

Harris shifted the bag of groceries in his arms. “Was that your plan all along?”

Darcy nodded. “Yes.”

“Then why did we go grocery shopping?”

“I was luring you into a false sense of security, nutritionally speaking.” She did a little spin, enjoying the way her skirt flared around her knees. The bags in her hands bumped against her legs as she stopped, facing him. “It was my devious plan.”

He grinned at her, his cheeks pink from the spring breeze. “With chicken breasts and frozen vegetables?”

“You didn’t suspect a thing,” Darcy pointed out. She threw her hands in the air. Harris ducked under her bags without missing a step. “My plan was a success!”

“We’re not eating peanut butter cups for dinner,” Harris said. But he was smiling when he said it.

“Maybe you’re not, but you’re not the boss of me, soooooooo…” She tipped her head in his direction. “Make me a better offer.”

“I don’t know,” he mused. “I mean, we could try eating real food and not spending the rest of the night curled up in the fetal position, praying for death as the sugar rush wears off.”

He had a pronounced cowlick right now. It was adorable. Darcy shifted both of her bags to one hand and reached out with the other. “You make it sound like a bad plan.”

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Falling: Chapter 1 // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: I’m not a medical student so I apologize if anything I wrote is incorrect, also the wings at the bottom was what I kind of pictured but feel free to think of what ever.


I was bored. The kind of bored you get where you don’t know what to do. I turn the TV up louder, my gaze flicking to the wall clock that was ticking softly. 9:36.

“The meteor shower has proven to be one of the best that scientists have ever seen.” The news reporter states. I had changed the channel to some weather report and I was too lazy to change it.

“In particular, one meteor is believed to have crashed on earth, not too far from the town of Portland. There has been no reported damage and viewers are encouraged to not be alarmed.”

Portland was the closet town from where I lived. I didn’t mind living on 8 acre block, left to me by my my Grandpa which I had inherited when he passed.  I much preferred the quiet country landscape to the busy bustling towns.

I sigh, pulling the blanket tighter around my body. It was a chilly night and my heater was broken. I had to remember to call the electrical guy tomorrow. I’ m pulled out of my thoughts by 2 sharp knocks on my front door.

I frown, I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight. Hesitantly rising from the warmth of my couch, my sock clad feet pad down the hallway until I’m in front of the door. There’s another knock.

Ignoring the voice in my head screaming that it was a bad idea I pull the front door open a fraction. My eyes widen at what stands in front of me- or more importantly who.

Only wearing a tattered pair of shorts, a tall muscular man meets my gaze. I gasp, the skin around his eye an awful purple color and his lip is busted. His chest was worse. He’s bruised and battered, most of him a dark shade of black and blue. 

“I’m sorry to bother you at such a late hour.” He’s speaking, his voice a low raspy sound that sends a tingle down my spine. I raise my gaze to his face again, taking note of the slope of his nose and his prominent jaw line.

“Are you alright?” I ask, worry seeping through my words.

“I was in a.. you could say accident.” he falters before continuing. “There weren’t many other houses around, your’s was the first I saw.”

“It’s pretty deserted around here.” I pull the door open wider and the cold air rushes in. “Do you want to come in? It’s warmer.” I gesture for him to come inside and he hesitantly steps in. 

Shutting the door, I lead him into the kitchen where I grab out some cups and turn the kettle on to brew some hot tea.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened but based on your injuries I’m guessing you’re going to need some first aid.” I tell him, faceing him again.

“Please.” He nods gratefully. I show him to the bathroom, grabbing the container out of the cupboard.

“You just stand there and I’ll fix you up.” Getting one of the cloths, I dab on some antiseptic. Holding the fabric over one of the deep cuts on his shoulder, the man groans, his legs visibly shaking and it looks like he’s going to fall.

“I think I need to call a hospital.” I frown, eyeing the other cuts on his back.

“No.” He growls, swaying where he stood. “Continue, please.”

I move the blood stained cloth to another cut and he lurches forward. Without thinking I reach out and grab his arm to steady him. His skin was so cold, almost  like his whole body was made of ice.

At my touch he lets out a sigh, his back stretching so that the muscles ripple. I couldn’t get my eyes off of him. He stretches his neck, the smooth skin on his back making my stomach jolt.

I wash out the rest of the scrapes, focusing on the task at hand and not about how I could so easily run my fingertips down the length of his faintly scarred back.

“I think I’m nearly done, do you want to take a quick shower while I grab you some clean clothes?” I ask him gently, placing the supplies back into the green first aid kit and onto the top shelf of the cupboard.

“If it’s not too much to ask.” The man grunts, stretching his back.

“It’s fine, do you want me to call a mechanic as well, for your car?” He meets my eyes in the mirror, his back still facing me.

“Car?” He seems confused.

“Yeah, your car?” I say, chucking the used cloths in the bin.

“Uh… No its fine thank you, I’ll get the car tomorrow.”

I nod, walking out the room. Going into the spare room I find some red gingham tracksuit pants and a large white shirt. My younger brother often comes down to stay with me during his holiday breaks from high school, Hopefully these clothes will fit the male in my bathroom… who’s currently showering. I shiver.

Shaking the thoughts from my head I hear the water turn off, indicating that he was finished showering. I hadn’t given him a towel yet.

“Shoot.” I mumble to myself, grabbing the large purple towel from my linen closet and rushing to the door to find it already open. His back is to me again, the small bathmat the was once hanging off the side of the bathtub was slung around his waist. 

His back that a few minutes ago was covered in bruises and cuts had completely healed over. My jaw drops. Then it gets even stranger.

His shoulder blades started to contract; almost like something was trying to crawl out of his back. I  swallow the lump in my throat, looking away from the nauseating image. He moans lowly, hunching over the sink and I look back at him.

His spine cracks and he arches his back as something begins to push its way out of his skin right between his shoulder blades. It was one of the most disgusting things I had ever seen in my life- and being a nurse I had seen a lot.

His breathing quickens as he tries to regulate the air he was inhaling. Was that a bone coming out of his back? The blood was making it hard for me to depict what it was that was sticking out of his shoulder blades.

Then it suddenly became clear. They were feather’s. The white wasn’t bone but in fact red tinged white feathers. 

He groans one last time, still unknowing of my presence, his body shaking, and the once bloody lumps on his back emerge into two white wings.

They were massive, they arched over his head and curved down, the ends of the wings brushing the floor. The large white feathers were slightly stained in crimson colors.

He looks at him self in the mirror, his back flexing as the wings flutter. I stare at him in bewilderment. How was this even possible.

He reaches a hand back to run it down the side of his wings. He lets out a sound of contentment. Then they start to move in soft sweeping motions, pushing him off the floor a few good inches until his head is nearly touching the roof. 

I can’t stop the words tumbling from mouth. “Why are you flying in my bathroom?”

He falls back onto the floor in shock, the bathmat dropping and I blush, looking away and handing him the towel I was holding.

When I look back at him, he’s covered his lower half. The wings towering over his frame catch my attention. He’s moved closer to me. Close enough that I could see each individual feather as the sloped up into the arch and down to the floor.

My hand reaches out to touch them and the man freezes. Something was pulling me towards him, towards the glistening white that shined in the light. The pads of my right hand brushes his wing gently and the reaction was immediate. 

His wings quiver and I gasp, my fingers trailing down the curve. Then I fall as my vision blurs, my hand trembling from where I had touched him. The last thing I see is he winged man peering over me as I collapsed, a hint of humor in his eyes.

Originally posted by bloody--cherry