but a needed to do this

“Your opinion on the Mercy changes is invalid because you play her too much to have actual game sense. You’re just upset bc you actually have to be more tactical now. I don’t trust the opinions of people who play one character so much.”

You obviously don’t know shit about playing Mercy, my dude. Being a Mercy player is CONSTANTLY about making quick decisions in the heat of battle. It’s about predicting who is in the most danger of dying and acting accordingly. It’s about keeping track of both your team’s and the enemy team’s ultimates and positioning myself accordingly. It’s about power boosting at just the right time. It’s about choosing priority healing/rez targets. It’s the job of the Mercy to be a shot-caller literally because a good Mercy player is keeping tabs on the entire fight all the time.

So no - being a tactician is not a new concept to Mercy players. It’s a requirement. We are tacticians who had half of our Resurrection options snatched from us because dps mains with tunnel vision couldn’t focus on Mercy before trying to kill the rest of the enemy.

13.06 Tombstone

1294 words, deancas, coda, fluff, cuddling, love confessions 

“I told you. He’s an angry sleeper. Like a bear.”

Dean sips his coffee slowly.

There’s a grumpy pout on his face, the proof for how disgruntled he wants everyone to believe that he is, but the little smile that sneaks in whenever he brings the cup to his mouth gives it away.

“So,” he says. “Angry bear sleeper, huh?”

Cas shifts in his seat. He laces his hands together. Diplomatic.

“You’re very aggressive when you cuddle.”


The first time isn’t that aggressive.

They’re sitting side by side, in the war room, chairs squished so close that they might as well be pushed together, and Cas is trying not to fidget as Dean presses Play on the third cowboy movie of the day.

“Can’t we stop now?” Cas pleads and Dean nudges him with his arm.

“It ain’t a marathon with only two movies, dumbass,” he says and he swings his arm around Cas’ shoulders.

Then he promptly falls asleep.

And of course, that makes Cas very huffy. Because Cas happens to be an angel of the Lord and he isn’t able to escape the endless torture that Dean inflicts upon them by tumbling into the bliss of dreams (Cas doesn’t understand the appeal of cowboys). So Cas glares at him, openly and ruthlessly, hopes that his irritation can be felt by Dean even as he snores on. The title of the current western is fitting. Tombstone. It echoes all of Cas’ exasperation and Cas wishes that maybe he were under a tombstone right now.

But then Dean’s head drops down onto his shoulder.

Dean sighs contently, lets out a warm breath that tickles Cas’ neck, nuzzles Cas’ cheek in his sleep, and Cas thinks that maybe this is pleasant.

So he endures it.

He lets his own head rest against Dean’s.


The next time is when Dean’s ill.

He’s delirious with fever, in bed while Cas hovers over him anxiously from a corner. Sam’s gone, out to grab supplies and medicine because even though the Winchesters always have it handy for hunts, of course today’s the day that it just has to run out.

“Why can’t you just mojo it better?” Dean grumbles and he’s got his back to Cas, insisting that this is the only way that he’ll be able to sleep with Cas in the room.

“I told you, Dean. Angels have no jurisdiction over the malevolent nature of viruses.” Cas pauses, grave. “They are a class of evil all on their own.”

And Cas goes on. He seats himself in a chair by Dean’s bedside and Dean reluctantly turns around to face him. Cas talks and as he does, he notes the expression of suffering that obscures Dean’s features, certain that Dean is afraid of the sickness. He describes the evolution of these creatures and as he does, he places his hand over Dean’s own in an effort to placate. Cas says many things. He marvels at their unliving nature. He preaches vehemently against the idea that God could have created such abominations, and assures Dean that surely viruses must have sprung from the pits of hell.

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i don’t think it’s fair for people (non-artists especially) to point out an artist and say “wow i hate their art they suck they haven’t progressed in years, the way they draw _____ is pathetic”. yes, it’s okay for you to not like an art style but don’t put someone down for their progress. development in art is something that doesn’t move upwards consistently in a smooth path, it’s different for everyone and it’s not fair to compare and judge. even the most popular artists can get stuck drawing the same thing for a long time and i think that’s okay? some people get really comfortable with the way they draw a certain thing and may choose to stick with that for a long time because it looks right to them, they’re fearful of trying a new thing and the new thing looks like trash in their eyes so it might take them a while to get comfortable with exploring. everyone is different and develops in their own way, art is frustrating and really hard and no one is harder on the artist than themselves. 

pipe dreams (part five)

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff

⏎previous chapter//

summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?

a/n: finally LOL this is the last chapter of pipe dreams :’) it’s always bittersweet ending stories. not proofreading this rn because i just want to POST

Originally posted by yoonseok


You awaken to the sound of the doorbell ringing shrilly throughout the room.

Rubbing at your eyes, you carefully pry Yoongi’s arms out of their strong grip on your waist and get out of bed. Yoongi groans quietly in response, ignoring the sound of the doorbell and grabbing at empty space until he realizes you’ve left the bed, opting instead to hug a pillow tightly to his chest. The sounds of him dozing off again greet your ears as you turn your back to him to acknowledge your visitor.

Peering through the peephole, your blood runs cold when you see who it is. It’s not housekeeping, but instead, Im Jaebum in his standard leather jacket, jabbing his finger at the doorbell erratically. Flustered, you yell out an abrupt, “Coming!”, and rush back to the bed, covering Yoongi’s mouth as you shake him awake. Jaebum cease his attack on the doorbell, leaving the room silent.

After a few moments, Yoongi’s eyes groggily open, his fingers pushing through his grey locks as he lets out a deep groan, causing you to cringe and slap at his shoulder in fear of Jaebum hearing the noise. He gives you a quizzical look, taking in your frantic appearance.

“Jaebum is here.” You whisper forcefully, pointing at the door, eyes the size of saucers.

“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath.

Gesturing towards the bathroom door, you mouth, “Hide in the bathroom.”

Yoongi gets out of bed softly, and you push him gently towards the enclosed space. He looks over his shoulder at you uncertainly, but ultimately acquiesces, gently sliding the door closed behind him. Huffing, you smooth your clothes down. Somehow you took your blouse off during sleeping, and you were left only in your skirt and a scanty tank top.

You’re sure that your hair is sticking up in places, but you just want to know what Jaebum is here for so that he could leave you alone. Shakily, you open the door. Jaebum sneers at you immediately, his fingers poised in midair over the doorbell.

“Hey, babe.” His eyes rake over your body slowly, his usual greeting for you. Shoving past you, he plops himself on the bed. “Just wake up?” He comments based on the messy bed and presumably because of your messy hair.

Nodding silently, you avoid his gaze as best possible.

“I must say, you look wildly sexy in tank tops. You should wear them more often.” He’s sneering at you again, sending a shudder through your body. “Come join me on the bed.”

You refuse, shaking your head silently in response. “How did you find me here, Jaebum?” You demand to know.

“It’s not that hard, Y/N. There are only so many hotels in Seoul with the view you posted on your social media.”

“And they just let you up?” You make a mental note to block him on all social media. “You have to have a card to get up here.”

Jaebum shrugs nonchalantly. “I just followed someone up. It wasn’t exactly difficult.”

“How did you know this was my room?”

“I just asked reception what room you were in. I said you were my girlfriend.” It seems as if your incessant questioning has raised alarm in Jaebum’s brain. “Why, do you not want me here?” He asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“No!” You blurt out, trying to assume an easygoing front. “I just have to go to work soon. Like right now, actually. I have to get ready for important meetings with potential clients.”

You know your lies are half-assed, but you mentally pray that Jaebum will let things slide for just this once. Your brow furrows slightly at his comment about the room being under your name. Why would it be under your name? Yoongi had checked you in yesterday, you recall.

Ah, you realize, he had probably used your name because he’s, you know, a huge fucking celebrity. You mentally slap yourself.

Well, that saved a whole lot more trouble that would’ve occurred if Jaebum hadn’t found any rooms under your name.

“I’ll watch you get ready.” Jaebum’s words cut through your thoughts.

“I have to shower.”

“Even better.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you swear you’re holding back the urge to vomit. How were you going to get Jaebum out? Now that he wants to see you get ready, he’ll probably follow you into the bathroom and discover Yoongi camped out in the bathtub.

There’s only one way.

Clenching your fists in determination, you take a deep breath before cooing into Jaebum’s ear, hand resting on his chest as you perch yourself next to him on the bed.

“Babe, I’m going to be too distracted if you’re watching me.” You pout, pouring as much saccharine sweetness into your voice as possible. “You give me too many butterflies. I’m too nervous around you.” At least part of that statement was true.

Your heart is pounding against your chest as you wait to see if Jaebum will fall for your admittedly lame acting. His eyes light up and he stands up immediately, walking towards the door. Grabbing your hand, he gives you a satisfied smirk. Trying not to cringe, you let him rest your hand in his, wanting to ease him out.

“Okay, okay. You can get ready in peace. I’ll see you when you’re back. I’ll miss you, babe.”

And with that, he finally exits your hotel room and you rush tot he bathroom, letting out an immense breath you had been holding in. Sliding the door open, you’re greeted with a very annoyed-looking Min Yoongi.

His hair is a tousled mess from sleep and it’s honestly a super cute look, but you can’t ignore the fact that his eyes are shooting daggers at you.

“Babe, you give me butterflies.” He mimics, eyes narrowing at you.

“Yoongi. I had to say that or he’d never leave!” You tug at his sleeve. His features relax instantaneously and he’s no longer a green-eyed beast.

“How come you never try that cute shit around me?” He’s pouting now, his lower lip jutting out.

Immediately, you make a sweet expression, batting your eyelashes at him as you lean in close. “Yoongi baby, Y/N is hungry for a kiss!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and pretends to gag, but allows you to pepper kisses all over his face. “Okay. That’s enough out of you for now.”


The next day and a half with Yoongi are, simply put, pure bliss.

Breakfast in bed, sleeping, kissing, watching movies…you’ve never felt more relaxed in your life. Thoughts of Jaebum dissipate from your mind, only to be replaced by the dominating thoughts of Min Yoongi.

You return to your apartment rather begrudgingly, but overall refreshed and ready tot make on work and the hassle of Jaebum again. The next month flies by in a whirl of paperwork and secret dates with Yoongi.

He comes over to your place, or you sneak over to his, spending nights lounging around in his apartment lazily. It’s everything about Yoongi that sneaks back up on you again after all these years without him. His musky scent, his silver rings, his precious eye smile…all these factors combine to hit you like a tornado.

You’re swirling out of control, spiraling into a deep abyss of renewed emotion for Yoongi. Every minute with Yoongi is like a glimpse directly into heaven.

Jaebum has gotten much busier with his work (thank the heavens) and thus only requests to see you twice in a month. But the hearing is fast approaching, and it seems like the case is coming to a close much sooner, and hopefully you can avoid embarking on two dates with Jaebum.

On the final day in court, you’re a ball of jitters, palms sweating as you smooth your hands on your skirt repetitively. The jury is out, reaching a final consensus of the ruling of the case. Your eyes glance at Yoongi, whose eyes are already trained on you. He gives you a small smile of reassurance, and you feel a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize how much you want to win the case.

The clanking sound of the large wooden door opening startles you, and you look over to see the jury returning to their place in the stands. One juror stands up to read the verdict aloud.

“In the case of TF Entertainment v. BigHit Entertainment, the jury finds the defendant to be not guilty on all charges of copyright infringement.”

Just like that, the case is over. The BigHit team is abuzz, various people walking around to congratulate one another as you carefully gather your belongings. You feel disappointed, to say the least. You had wanted so desperately to win this case, to further your career, but it had fallen short. But you’re happy for Yoongi, so you try to push away the thought that you’ll probably take a huge hit for losing the case.

Jinyoung approaches you, politely extending his hand forward. “It’s been a pleasure, Miss Y/L/N.”

Plastering a smile on your face, you shake his hand lightly and turn to excuse yourself from the courtroom, your heels clacking on the loud floors. Yoongi and you had agreed to not discuss the case after it had ended, and you leave without waiting for him.

It’s so unbearably uncomfortable when you’re on the opposite side of the emotional spectrum as someone close to you. It’s a similar feeling to trying to be happy for Yoongi entering BigHit when it meant he had to be apart from you. The night passes without any communication from Yoongi, and you accept that things are going to be tense between the two of you for a bit.

Begrudgingly, you trudge into work in the morning, where you’re almost immediately called into the office of the head of your firm.

“Y/N, I’m sure you know exactly why I’ve called you into the office today. We’ve all received news of the verdict in the case you were assigned to.”

Pursing your lips, you look down at your hands in your lap as your superior speaks to you. You brace yourself for the reprimanding you are about to receive.

“Great work, Y/N. I know that it must be rather painful to have your first loss, but that’s inevitable in our industry. The legal system plays out however it should be played out, and that’s that. I commend you for your efforts, truly I do. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off? You’ve certainly earned it.”

Looking up in surprise, you see your superior smiling kindly at you. With that, he waves you out of his office, leaving you to gather your emotions. A wave of relief washes over you as you make your way back into your office. This feeling is soon replaced by ecstasy as you surge with pride at the praise you’ve received from your boss.

Things really do work out for the best in the end.

It’s very telling who the first person you tell good news to is. That first person is someone that holds a big part of your heart, someone that you seek to make proud, someone that you want to hear words of affirmation from. But most importantly, that someone is the someone who shares in your successes, who thrives off your happiness and who walks each path in your life alongside you.

For you, that person is none other than Min Yoongi. You bite your lip as you try to hold back a grin while you listen to the ringing sound of your cell phone pressed against your ear.

“Hi.” Yoongi’s voice is deep, resonating huskily in your ear.

“Hi.” You repeat back breathlessly, butterflies surging in the pit of your stomach.

“I wasn’t sure when you’d call and I didn’t want to call first.” It’s understandable that Yoongi would be nervous to call you, as things had a high probability of being a bit tense after the court case came to a close.

“Well here I am, calling you. With some good news, I might add.” The grin has broken out onto your face now.

“What’s the good news?”

“My boss called me into the office just now and I was really scared that he was going to reprimand me for losing the case, but he surprisingly praised me and I honestly feel like I could conquer the world right now. And he told me to take today off!” You’re gushing into the speaker, your other hand mindlessly twirling with a strand of your hair.

“That’s great, Y/N. I’m really glad to hear that. I agree, you did a kickass job and you deserve the day off.”

“Thanks, Yoongi. What are you doing right now? Want to meet up?” Your heart is racing at the idea of spending your day with Yoongi.

“Actually, I’m in meetings all day. I’m really sorry. I wish we could spend the day together but I’m flooded with work right now. It’s going to have to wait until this weekend. I’m sorry. I want to see you too.” Your heart sinks as Yoongi’s words reach your ear and you can’t help but feel disappointed although you know it’s not his fault. The weekend seems so far away.

“It’s okay.” You give a lighthearted laugh, trying not to let your disappointment show. “Work hard, Yoongi. I’m just going to retire to my apartment and drink wine and watch TV until I fall asleep.”

“I’ll see you on Friday night for sure, though?”

“Definitely. Bye for now.”

“Bye, Y/N.” With a click, your call with Yoongi is over and you look sadly down at your shoes, pondering what to do. You decide to follow up on what you had told Yoongi you were going to do, and stop by the store to pick up snacks and wine for your night in.

As you’re inserting your key into the lock, you hear the sound of shuffling inside of your apartment. Your heart begins to thud against your chest as you silently press your ear against the door, clutching onto your groceries tightly.

There’s undoubtedly someone inside, and your mind races with possibilities.

A burglar?

Or worse, Jaebum?

Lightly putting your bags down, you grip the bottle of wine in your hand as you brace yourself to open the door.

One. Two. Three.

With a deep breath, you unlock the door and push it open, holding the wine bottle up in preparation to strike whoever was in your apartment. Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, what seems to be the source of the noise, you try to control your breathing.

When you round the corner, you yell out in shock, almost flinging the bottle to the ground.

What greets you in your kitchen is not a burglar and not Im Jaebum, but Yoongi.

He’s giving you a smirk as his eyes trail to the bottle in your hand.

“Were you going to hit me with that?” His eyes are teasing as he walks towards you, taking the bottle out of your hand.

“Yoongi!” You whine, slapping at his chest as his arms wrap around your waist comfortingly. “Don’t surprise me like that! How did you even get in my apartment? I was literally about to kill you with that wine bottle.”

Yoongi gives you a gummy smile as he pulls you tightly against his body. “Wendy gave me the spare key. I was going to surprise you after you got off of work today but you called me and told me you were coming home early and I didn’t have time to prepare what I was going to prepare for you.”

You feel yourself sinking into him as you rest your head against his chest, letting out a huff as you remember giving Wendy a spare key to your apartment in case you ever got locked out. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to prepare anything. Just having you here is enough for me.”

Yoongi groans at your words. “When did we become so cheesy? I just wanted to do something special for you because I thought things would be awkward for a bit after the case, and I thought that this could clear things up. But I see now that you trying to attack me with a wine bottle is enough to cut through any and all awkwardness.”

Pulling back, you shrivel your nose up as you rest your hands on his chest. “Hey! I could’ve seriously injured you. That’ll teach you to stop sneaking into my apartment.”

“I doubt you couldn’t injured me. I can take you any day.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Anyways, can you go into the living room, please? I have a small surprise to give to you.”

Pouting, you give Yoongi a suspicious glare as you trot into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch as you relax. Suddenly, you remember that your groceries are outside still and you stand up to go retrieve them right as Yoongi enters the room with his hands behind his back.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Yoongi narrows his eyes playfully.

“I left my groceries outside because I thought I was going to have to fight a burglar.”

“I’ll get them for you later. Just please sit down again.” Yoongi slowly walks towards you, waiting for you to sit again before pulling his hands out from behind his back.

Presented in front of you is a bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies.

“Yoongi—“ You try to speak out in thanks but he shushes you.

“Let me say something first.” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath, and you cock your eyebrow in surprise at how nervous he suddenly is. His pale fingers twirl at a ring around his finger. After taking in a deep breath, he starts to speak again. “You know why I always get you these flowers? Orange tiger lilies?”

You shake your head.

“They’re my favorite flowers. Because they remind me of you each time I see them. Bright, beautiful, and unique. Unlike any other. I read somewhere that they represent pride and confidence, but not arrogance. Just like you. You’ve always been prideful and confident, and I know you loved me way back when we were just stupid high school kids, but you put your own aspirations over love. And that’s an incredibly difficult thing to do, being selfish like that.”

The word selfish rings loudly in your ears and you feel a slight sting as you wonder if he’s trying to compliment you or backhandedly insult you. He sees your worry and his eyes widen as he continues frantically.

“No, no, I don’t mean it in a negative way! So many people forget that life is about caring for yourself, too. And that’s something you’ve always done well. You’re strong, and you know how to take care of yourself. I love that about you. So I love tiger lilies for all the same reasons that I love you.” Yoongi’s voice is soft, and you feel your face turn hot at his words. He loves you.

After a brief pause, Yoongi’s eyes search yours as he reaches out to grip your hand tightly. “I would ask them to be my girlfriend, but they’re a flower and that’s not physically possible, so I guess I’ll just have to ask you instead. Be my girlfriend?” He teases.

You’re breathless, truly. You try to wrap your head around the whole situation and you open your mouth but no words come out. It’s been too long in silence for Yoongi and he detaches his hand from yours in favor of pushing his fingers through his hair as he stands up, pacing back and forth in a panicky manner.

“Fuck.” He mutter under his breath. “I’m so sorry. I totally misread this whole situation. I thought you still loved me and that this would be a good idea. Fuck. I knew I should’ve waited until after I cooked you a meal like I had planned to. I should’ve set up candles earlier and scattered those dumb rose petals like I’d planned and holy shit I’m so stupid. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I—-“

His ranting is cut off by you giggling furiously, standing up to rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you peck his lips quickly.

“Yoongi, you’re really really cute when you’re nervous like this. What happened to the cool Yoongi I know and love?” You tease, nose brushing his lightly. His facial features relax noticeably.

“So you’re not freaked out by what I just said?”

“No, not at all. It’s about time you asked me. I thought you were never going to.” You peer into his eyes bashfully. “I do still love you, Yoongi. I’m not sure I ever stopped, really. And I definitely want to be your girlfriend.”

Yoongi looks proud now, as he smiles gummily down at you. Leaning in slowly, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, hands coming up to grasp the sides of your face. The cool feeling of his silver rings on your skin causes shivers to run through your body, lips parting as you let out a sound in response to the feeling. Yoongi takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your warm mouth, caressing yours gently as you drag your hands down his chest.

You feel wetness pooling in your panties as Yoongi repeatedly drags his tongue against yours, lapping languidly into every crevice of your mouth. Moaning quietly, you grab at his shirt desperately, causing him to tilt his head back, ending the kiss.

You’re about to groan out needily when he leans back in, and you feel the warmth of his breath against your ear.

“Let’s go into your room.”

Nodding furiously, you let him tug you into your room. He sits on the edge of your bed and pulls you up to straddle him. His lips attack yours again as soon as you are sat down on his lap, his hands everywhere. The cool feeling of his rings migrates as he unbuttons your shirt to reveal your lacy black bra, pushing his hands underneath immediately, lips never leaving yours.

His hands massage at your breasts and your now erect nipples as you moan wantonly into his mouth. Yoongi pulls away to whisper into your ear again.

“There’s that pretty sound.” His voice is husky, and he starts to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harshly as he travels down it.

You can feel him growing hard against you, and you dig your hips downwards in effort to ease your horniness. His stiff member presses deliciously against your core and you can feel yourself practically losing your sanity at the combination of this motion and his attacks on your neck and breasts.

You’re whining shamelessly as you repeatedly grind down on his dick, the thin material of his sweatpants providing a meager barrier. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had soaked through your panties and were in the process of dirtying his sweatpants. Your skirt has hitched up around your waist at this point, and Yoongi moves his hands to try to tug it off of you.

You briefly halt your motions so he can tug it off of you, and he swivels you around so you’re pressed with your back against the bed. Yoongi stands up, admiring your scantily clad form from above for a brief second before he crawls up over you to speak into your ear again.

“You know what matching underwear means, right?”

You shake your head in response to his question.

“It means you’re going to get fucked really hard.”

You gulp loudly as you look into Yoongi’s eyes, finding them to be intense. His fingers hook into your panties as he pulls them down infuriatingly slowly. Propping your legs up over his shoulders, he pushes your legs apart as he leans in slowly until you can feel his breath fanning over your center.

“So wet already, babygirl. Did you enjoy yourself, grinding down on me like that earlier? Using me for your own pleasure?” With each word, air hits your center and you feel yourself growing red in embarrassment at how needy you feel.

“Yoongi. Please just do it already, I feel like I’m going to go crazy.” You whine, covering your eyes with your hand as you blush furiously.

Suddenly, your stomach tightens as the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue prodding at your core hits you. He’s so incredible with his tongue that you feel yourself dangerously close to the edge within a matter of minutes, his long fingers thrusting into you relentlessly. The feeling of his rings stretching you out repeatedly is heavenly, and your toes curls as you feel yourself hitting your high embarrassingly quickly.

“Oh god.” You cover your eyes as you cringe, peeking through your fingers to see a smirking Yoongi.

“I guess I’m just too good.” He shrugs.

“Shut up.” You pout as you realize he’s still fully clothed, and you sit up to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before you frantically attempt to push his sweatpants down, tugging at the string.

“Someone is a little eager.” Yoongi cocks his eyebrow at you and you groan, reaching up to entangle your fingers in his hair as you press kisses against his lips.

“Please stop teasing me and hurry the fuck up.”

Yoongi shoves his pants and boxers off, pushing you back onto the bed as he pumps himself. Crawling over you again, he wraps your legs around his waist before he thrusts himself fully into your entrance, waiting for you to adjust. When you give him an okay, he begins pounding into you, causing you to cry out. The feeling of his tip slamming against your walls repeatedly is euphoric and you feel dizzy with how good he’s making you feel. No one’s every fucked you this hard before, and you start to clench down on him uncontrollably, legs trembling.

“Yoongi, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” You breathe out, your nails digging into his back as he pants heavily on your neck.

He thrusts powerfully into you until you feel the coil in your stomach snap, and Yoongi follows closely behind as you feel his hot release coat your walls. Pulling out, he rushes into the bathroom to grab a towel to wipe at you, cleaning the two of you up before he slips on his sweatpants again and throws his shirt over your head.

His white shirt drapes nicely over your body, and you collapse onto the bed again, grasping at Yoongi’s body as you rest your head against his chest. The only sounds in the room are your breathing.

“Yoongi, don’t forget to get the groceries.” You whisper quietly against him as you feel yourself begin to drift off into slumber.

“Goddammit. Is that the first thing to say to me after that?” Yoongi groans into your hair before you feel yourself drown in the familiar feeling of sleep.


“Yoongi, do you have to go?” You pout childishly, tugging at his sleeve as the two of you walk down the street to your apartment.

“Yes, Y/N, of course I have to go. I can’t just dip out on a tour to spend time with my girlfriend, no matter how cute and pretty and sweet she is.” Yoongi teases, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“But I don’t want you to go.” You bounce up and down as you continue to whine. “A month is such a long time.”

“You’ll be visiting me in Japan before you know it!” Yoongi exclaims, pulling you to sit down on the steps to your apartment when you arrive.

“No. It’s going to feel like forever without being able to see you every day.” It’s been two months since Yoongi asked you to be his girlfriend again, and each day you’ve been alternating staying over at each others’ apartments. No matter how busy your days were, you would always get to see Yoongi at night after the two of you got off of work.

“It’s okay. Maybe time apart will make our time together afterwards feel even better than usual! I’m getting tired of you anyways.” Yoongi teases you again.

“Shut up, Yoongi. You’re so mean.” You groan, hitting at his arm lightly with your free hand. Yoongi’s hand slips into his jacket pocket, and it comes out holding a tiny jewelry box.

“What’s that?” You can’t help but wonder. Yoongi doesn’t respond, instead opting to open the box in silence, revealing a shiny silver ring with a minimal design on it, very much Yoongi’s style.

“This is for you.” Yoongi tugs at your hand, lifting the ring out of the box and pushing it gently onto your ring finger. He stretches his hand out, showing you that he has the same ring on his ring finger as well. Your heart is fluttering uncontrollably at this point, and you wrack your brain for something to say in response to his incredible sweet and unexpected gesture. However, he beats you to it.

“I got you this so that you can remember me each day when I’m gone. It’s not an engagement ring, but a promise ring. Because I promise, although I know we just got back together, one day I will propose to you, and that I’ll slip a real ring onto your finger. But for now, I’m giving you this as a small token of our love.” Yoongi’s eyes inspect yours, and you find yourself tearing up. Just as a tear spills over the edge, Yoongi speaks again. “You better wear this every day. If you aren’t wearing it the next time I see you, we are over and I’m not kidding about that.”

Laughing through your tears, you hug him tightly. “Yoongi, way to ruin a perfectly good moment.”

When you pull apart, you glance into his warm eyes once more. “Thank you, Yoongi. I love it so much. I’m going to miss you so much while you’re on tour, and I don’t know how I’m going to last these next few weeks without you, but you better call me every fucking day. And you better not talk to any other girls while you’re away. Not even the stylist noonas.” You glare playfully at him.

“Okay, I promise. Do the stylists noonas have a promise ring from me? No. You’re the only girl for me, Y/N.” Yoongi leans in and presses a kiss against your lips, and you can feel yourself smiling during it, the corners of your mouth turning upwards.

Sighing after exchanging a few more kisses, you rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder as he pulls you close against him. The two of you look towards the horizon, where the sun is starting to set.

The sky is flooded with a beautiful shade of orange, and you can’t help but think of tiger lilies.


a/n: am so so incredibly sorry if this is absolute shit and if it’s hella disappointing bc i made you wait so long for this dumb cheesy shit but hey, on the brightside, i uploaded finally? i feel so guilty for dragging this on for so long. i am so so so sorry i suck at posting : ( but my my my it’s finally over! i really enjoyed writing pipe dreams and i am really happy with the response y’all have had to it and i hope you really enjoyed reading it HAHA i am so sorry once again for being shit at uploading. you can expect more chinesesuga posts in the near future! i’m going to dedicate time every week to writing. i’m gonna write some kang daniel shit real soon bc i suddenly am in love w him, and also more bts and got7 stuff hehe~

hey hi hello the past week and a half has been crazy busy and i woke up this morning after not sleeping well bc of stress and i was just like “oh no, this is what the edge of burnout feels like”

so today i am doing the bare minimum, skipping my seminar and spending the day in bed where possible


Quick MML Hogwarts AU sketch dump before Thanksgiving, because I have so many feelings for these kids and some are happy and some are sad and I just want all the fics from @imaginashon

hello guys i’d like to present to you stage four of kolivan + keitor. is this the final stage? WHO KNOWS. i seriously doubt it, but honestly i think it’s a good one. featuring poet kolivan 👀 

[past stages: 1, 2, 3]

stage four is kolivan enabling and encouraging lotor in showing his affections towards keith and maximising keith’s happiness through said gestures:

  • “I will not spare the details as to how this situation occurred but I read Keith this poem and he seemed to greatly enjoy the text. perhaps you ought to do a reading of your own, or compose your own. I would gladly assist should you need help with the form” 
  • “the planet we are due to to leave is said to have one of the most amazing sunsets in this corner of the galaxy. but coincidentally, one of the best viewing spots is roughly seven dobashes away. we leave in twenty dobashes. keith is over there. you should ask him to accompany you. since we have started talking you now have only eighteen dobashes i suggest you hurry.”  
  • “this is a very beautiful blade I am sure keith would appreciate very much. it is unfortunate i cannot purchase it myself but if you were to present it to him i have no doubts this would reconsolidate your affections.” 

Okay so I’ve been thinking a lot about what a Miraculous Ladybug/Kim Possible AU would look like.

Marinette as Kim, Adrien as Ron, Plagg as Rufus, Alya and/or Nino as wade,

And then I realized…



Hawkmoth As Shego

this is the perfect morning
buttered bread and honey out in the garden
citronella flowers on my hands
the dog at my feet and my feet bare in cold grass
this is the perfect morning
watch how the light dances through your honey covered fingertips and onto lemon yellow walls
try and capture it because this is what it’s like to thrive
november here is warm
this is the perfect morning full of unfolding grandmother’s wisdom over two cups of coffee and sitting in quiet
listen to the birds- they know more about the world than you do
remember to stretch out and breathe
this life is waiting for you wherever you choose it

- a reminder to myself