Super angsty, a little
sad, and definitely smutty. I worked really hard on this one, and it’s probably
my longest work yet. I hope you love it!
As you were waiting
for Yoongi to pick you up from the library, you ran into a boy. Literally ran
into him and knocked everything out of each other’s hands. You both apologized
in sync, and as you collected your things you noticed you two were reading the
same book. You were excited, and began conversation about it. It was nice to be
able to talk to someone with the same understanding as you for what was
happening in your stories. Yoongi didn’t like to read, and none of your friends
did either. You were a lone bookworm, and it felt so nice to laugh and swoon
over a common interest with someone. Especially with a book that held so much
meaning to you.
“Oh, sorry, love
birds.” Yoongi interrupted, “Don’t let me break up the party.” You giggled and
turned to face your adorable boyfriend, but you could tell he was anything but
“We were just talking
about my book, Yoongi. We’re both reading the same thing.” You said to him with
a smile, trying your best to defuse the situation before it started. Yoongi
rolled his eyes unamused, and you glared at him.
“Okay? So, you want me
to come back later or what?” He was really starting to piss you off, and as you
reached for his hand he backed away, pushing your patience with him completely
out the window.
You looked at your new
friend and apologized, “Usually he isn’t like this. I’m so sorry. Maybe I’ll
see you again sometime and we can talk about the sequel, yeah?”
The apologetic farewell
really made Yoongi’s blood boil, and he laughed in a way that made you shiver.
“Or you can dump your boyfriend so the two of you can carry on in peace, yeah?”
Him openly mocking you was enough to make you throw everything into your bag
and shove past him. You made your way to the car, wiping tears from your eyes.
You hated the way you cried when you were angry, it made you feel so weak.
The ride home was
silent. You reached to turn the radio on, but Yoongi shut it back off nearly as
soon as your finger had touched the power button. You laughed in disbelief. Why
was he acting like this? What had you done so wrong? He was never mean or
possessive like this, and it was making you feel worthless.
You slammed the door
the moment you walked in the apartment. Yoongi was following behind you. The
glaringly obvious inconvenience just further pissed him off, and he flung the
door open. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? Was that really necessary?”
All you could do was
laugh. You were so fucking angry at him. “Was the way you treated me necessary?
You completely humiliated me!” You jumped as he slammed the door harder than
you had, “MIN FUCKING YOONGI!” you screamed, as you threw your things on to the
couch and shot him a hurt look, “Do you not trust me? Do you just see me as
some pathetic maechunbu?! Why are you being like this?” Suddenly your demeanor
dropped and you felt like sobbing, but managed to hold your ground.
Yoongi just laughed at
you. “Maechunbu? Please, Y/N. You’re so stuck in your fantasy land that you
barely even leave the house. Get over yourself.” You picked up a mug from the
table and chucked it at him.
“Fuck you, Yoongi!” He
dodged the mug, but it distracted him enough from you to storm off to the
bathroom and lock yourself in. You slumped on to the floor and began sobbing.
You heard your bedroom door slam, and began crying even harder. You had no clue
why he would be acting so downright nasty. You covered your mouth to quiet your
sobs, and listened to the abrupt banging and clattering of things being thrown
around your room before everything fell silent.
Minutes passed, and
finally you had calmed yourself down. You checked the mirror, and ran the water
warm to rinse the makeup from your face. As you dried your face and hands off,
Yoongi strummed his fingers against the door. “Jagi.” He paused, probably
waiting for an answer. “Are you okay? Please come out.” You stepped towards the
door, but stayed silent. Tears were stinging in your eyes again, and you
inhaled slowly. “Jagi, please let me talk to you.” He sounded really upset, and
you unlocked the door but didn’t open it.
You slouched against
the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, “Come in,” you said hesitantly.
Yoongi opened the door slowly, and slumped down in front of you, sitting
against the tub for support. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you
were unsure how you would feel looking into his eyes anyway. He was really
upset though, and it almost made you feel guilty. You reminded yourself he
started this, and sighed, “Yoongi. What did I do that was so wrong?”
He was quick to look
at you, “It’s not you.” He looked away and took a deep breath. “It has nothing
to do with you.”
“Then what is it? I
have never seen you this way before. You have never made me feel so terrible.
Why are you acting like this?” The tears slowly escaped your eyes once more.
“I was jealous.” He
looked at you and noticed the tears. Bringing his thumb to your cheeks to wipe
them he stared into your eyes, but you looked towards the floor, “Jagi-yah…
please don’t cry. I love you. I love you so much. I just get so jealous.” He
moved the hair from your face before lifting your chin so you would look at
him. “I know I’m always stuck in my work, and you’re stuck here with your
books. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to wake up and realize that this
isn’t the life you want. That I’m not the person you want.” He started speaking
so quickly and glancing you over as if he was trying to memorize every piece of
you in case you suddenly disappeared “You deserve so much more than I can ever
give you, and I feel like I’m holding you back, but I’m too selfish to let you
go. My life would be meaningless without you, but I feel like you’re wasting
yours with me. I don’t deserve you.”
You grabbed his face
with both hands and looked straight into his eyes, “Min Yoongi, listen to me!
You are the only man I want for the rest of my life. I love you, and I love our
life! You are more than enough for me!” You kissed him, but he didn’t really
kiss you back. “Baby. I’m serious. Do you hear me? You are not holding me back
from anything. If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be. You know
how stubborn I am.”
He laughed slightly,
and grabbed your hands, bringing them to his lips. He looked at you again as he
apologized, “I just saw you laughing and enjoying someone else’s company and
all I could think was that you were realizing that someone else could make you
happier, and I overreacted. I was just so afraid of losing you. I’m so sorry I
behaved that way.”
You grabbed the collar
of his shirt and pulled him into you for a kiss. He brushed his nose against
yours, and breathed you in slightly before pressing his lips to yours. His
tongue slid delicately into your mouth, dancing with yours. Your fists still
clung to his shirt, and you pulled him in harder, as if your mouths could get
any more connected than they already were.
“I fucking love you,
Y/N,” he breathed between kisses and catching breaths. “I love you so fucking
You smiled against his
lips, “Show me how much you love me, Min Yoongi.” He moaned in return and stood
up before swiftly pulling you to your feet. You wrapped your arms around his
neck and you guys stumbled into the hallway, only breaking your rough kisses to
help each other shed clothing. Yoongi’s legs met the bed first. He fell back,
pulling you on top of him, as you both laughed a little bit. He kissed down
your jaw, and nipped at your collarbone, pulling a gasp from your lungs. Your
body tingled, and you rolled your hips against his. He growled and flipped you
onto your back.
You squealed as his
hands roamed your body with precision. Your body was a maze that he could stay
trapped in for the rest of his life. He kissed his way down your chest, and
brought your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue against it
before rolling it between his teeth. You moaned and grabbed ahold of his hair.
As his mouth worked relentlessly at your breast, his hand slid down your side
until it met your thigh. He tickled you slightly, but in a way that made
goosebumps cover the skin, and a knot build tightly in your stomach.
You shrieked as he
wasted no time to push his middle finger deep inside of you, he sighed against
your chest, as he kissed his way up to your ear. “How are you so wet already,
Jagi?” His whisper drew another whimper from your body. He curled his finger into
you slowly, before pulling it out completely. It was quickly replaced,
accompanied by his index finger and your legs trembled.
“Oh fuck, baby!
Harder!” Moans were escaping your mouth rapidly as he pumped knuckle-deep
inside of you, curling and turning his fingers into you as your hips bucked
into his hand. He was so good with his fingers. It was ridiculous how quickly
he could finger-fuck you to your peak and throw you aggressively off of it. His
hands left you a trembling mess beneath his body.
He purred against your
skin as he felt you tighten harshly on his fingers and scream his name in your
orgasm, “I love when you scream my name like that,” He smirked. You let a
giggle escape through your panting, and Yoongi waited patiently for your
breathing to steady. He traced your collarbone with his fingers, and kissed his
way up your forearm delicately. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips made
his way up your shoulder, and to your neck. He took his time sucking small
berries into your skin before he kissed you.
With a drawn-out sigh,
you roughly pushed him over and straddled him. “Let me show you how fucking
beautiful you are, Min Yoongi.” He bit his lip, grasped firmly to the back of
your thighs and guided himself inside of you. You took your time sliding down
on top of him, and smirked at the way his breath caught in his throat. The two
of you didn’t break eye contact as you swiveled your hips slowly on top of him.
His grip on your thighs tightened, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You
ran your hands up your body and began to tug lightly at your nipples. Yoongi
grunted, and replaced your hands with his.
He ran his thumb
lightly over your erect nipple. “Fuck,” was all he could mumble under his
breath. You started bouncing slowly on top of him but as his hips bucked
upwards your pace quickened. Yoongi brought his hands down to your hips and
began guiding them at the pace he wanted. You threw your head back as moans
began flooding from you once more. “Jagi, I’m right there.” His sighs and heavy
breathing turned into deep, flowing moans, and you felt your body tightening
against him as you began to unravel once more.
“Cum for me, baby,” he
growled against your skin.
You had no choice but
to let the orgasm wash over you, reveling in the fact that your climaxes
happened at the same time—a rare but welcome event. You both screamed and held
tight to each other, letting the calm take you as the climax subsided.
He kissed your temple
firmly as you laid next to him, “Yoongi, you are all I need in this life. Please
don’t ever think that what we have is something I don’t want. I want you, your
late nights at the studio, and being woken up by your sweet kisses at 3 am,
ushering me to go to bed with you because I fell asleep reading on the sofa. I
want quick lunch breaks between practices, and cheesy phone sex when you’re
thousands of miles away. I want everything that we have.”
Yoongi smiled, and
pulled you in tighter, kissing you once more. “I love you so much, Y/N, but
there is something else I want, too” You faced him, slightly confused. “I think
we should get a cat.”
You beamed at the
thought and kissed him all over his face, “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve
said to me all day!” You laughed and kiss him once more, “I love you, too, Min
Summary:Thing’s take an interesting turn at Jensen’s surprise party and the appearance of your gift leaves you feeling guilty.
“Jared!” He jumped when you called his name and you could see in his face that he was debating turning around and running back out when he saw the checklist in your hands. “Finally!”
“Hello to you too.” Jared rolled his eyes mockingly earning him a playful smack on the shoulder with your clipboard. After a moment the two of you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Sorry, this party planning stuff is just hell of lot more stressful than I thought it would be.” You sighed as your eyes skimmed the piece of paper in front of you for the hundredth time that day. You’d always been a perfectionist, and when it came to organising things like this everything little detail had to be perfect and up to your exact standards.
“Is all this really necessary?” He pointed towards various sections of the restaurant where you’d hung steamers, balloons and a number of different decorations, the band was already setting up ready to come back later and he could hear the kitchen team rushing about preparing tonight’s food.
“It’s J’s birthday, he deserves a great party.” Okay maybe you’d gone slight over the top but since he’d been off with you on set a few weeks ago he’d become more cold and distant. Your conversations with him now were practically none existent and when you did speak it was brief and over in a matter of seconds. You weren’t exactly sure what was wrong, and you didn’t dare ask, all you knew was that you were missing your friend and you were hoping this would cheer him up.
“Okay okay.” Jared held his hands up in defence knowing better not to argue with you. He could just about muffle a laugh as you shouted over his shoulder at Misha for not hanging a banner straight.
“So you know the plan?” You asked turning back at him, your eyes giving him a warning look.
“Keep Jensen entertained until I bring him here at 7.“ He rolled his eyes. You’d gone through the list with him so many times he could probably resight it perfectly, hell he could even do it backwards.
“And Gen is still coming?” You added, ticking off various boxes with a pen you’d retrieved from your hair.
“Her and the boys are on the way to my hotel now, they’re ridiculously excited to see their Uncle Jenny.”
“And Danneel?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Other than the surprise party, Danneel and the adorable JJ were your main birthday present for Jensen. You could only assume that missing them had been solely the reason for Jensen’s insufferable mood swings and the idea of flying them out had been planned in your head for weeks.
“I’ve arranged for a driver to pick her up once her flight lands at 5, he’s taking her and JJ back to their hotel to get ready and then bringing her here.” Jared reeled off his own mini checklist, hoping he hadn’t missed anything you’d asked him to do out.
“I’m impressed Padalecki.” You smirked, unable to resist the urge to high five him.
“I’m upset that you even doubted me Y/L/N.” He mockingly frown at you, faking some sort of shocked expression before the two of you burst out in another round of laughter.
“Now shoo, I have a job to do.” You playfully pushed Jared back towards the exit, reminding him that if he messed up even the smallest part of your plan you’d have his head on a stick. Of course, thanks to your undoubtedly irritating nagged, Jared had managed to successfully carry out his role and take Jensen for a quiet birthday drink not far from the restaurant before allowing himself to be dragged back to the car and leaving Jensen think they were both turning in for the night.
“This isn’t the way to our hotel?” Jensen’s eyes narrowed questioningly at his best friend beside him as the driver took a left rather than the intended right.
“I know, that’s not where we’re going.” Jared gave a small shrug as a pointed towards the end of the street.
“Why are we here?” Jensen remained clueless as his eyes darted between the giant man next to him and his favourite restaurant in town.
“Look it wasn’t my idea so don’t get mad at me.” He quickly cut Jensen off, he knew you’d kill him if you told him the full story but he couldn’t exactly think of another way to get Jensen to enter the building without a massive protest.
“What wasn’t you’re idea?” The questions continued and Jared shook his head playfully, a chuckle escaping his lips
“You’ll see.” He reached for the door handle before stopping still, his face deadly serious. “Just act surprised, or she’ll kill me.”
Jensen said nothing as he allowed Jared to lead him in side, a million ideas rushing though his head at the thought of who ‘she’ might be. He was about to ask what the hell was going on when a chorus of ‘surprise’ made him jump so high he could have sworn his head almost hit the roof.
“Uncle Jenny, uncle Jenny!” Tom squealed happy as he ran towards Jensen, his arms open wide.
“Hey buddy!” Jensen couldn’t stop the grin that appeared on his face as he scooped Tom up in his arms and spun him around.
“Happy Birthday!” Genevieve smiled politely as she followed closely behind her son, an excited Shep in her arms who quickly reached out for his daddy.
“Thank you.” Jensen beamed in between lightly tickling Tom, assuming Gen had been the ‘she’ Jared had referred too. “You planned all this?”
“Like I said, wasn’t me.” Jared shook his head again as he laugh at how clueless his friend seemed to be as he pointed toward you a few feet away from them.
“Excuse me.” Jensen mumbled as he handed Tom back to Gen and began walking towards you. You’d decided to give him space at first, sure you’d planned the whole thing but he had family and friends that wanted to see him just as much as you so you’d just have to wait in line.
Now that Jared had pointed you out, Jensen wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you in the first place. You’d chosen a red dress for the night, one that loosely clung to your curves and made its way down floor with a slit on one side. Simple yet elegant. Jensen was in complete awe of you, he knew there was other people in the room, people important to him, people he’d known all his life yet all he wanted to do was be with you. It was almost as if you had some sort of white halo around you, making him see you and only you.
“Y/N?” He cleared his throat to distract your attention from Misha who had just finished telling a joke.
“Jensen hey! Happy birthday!” You were surprised to seem him here next to you with so many other people there to greet but it made you smile wider as you pulled him into a hug.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me.” He mumbled against your hair, his hands resting on your hips probably a little too long, not that you minded.
“Don’t be silly you deserve it.” You laughed lightly as you pulled back, glad to see somethings that resembled the old Jensen.
“Still, thank you.” He smiled again as his hand lingered just that little longer on your hip before he removed it all together.
“Now stop wasting your time on me and go mingle!” You playfully shoved him towards a group of waiting people and he left chuckling, the widest grin on his face.
That was the last time you saw Jensen for almost an hour and as the time for your surprise crept just that little bit closer you began to panic that things were about to start going horrifically wrong. How could you possibly have a birthday surprise without the birthday boy?
“Have you seen Jensen?” Your eyes scanned the room for the millionth time as you nudged Jared’s arm.
“Not for awhile.”
“Danneel and JJ will be here any minute this can not be happening.” You felt your chest tighten and your breathing become harsher. This could not be happening right now. You did not do all this planning for Jensen to just disappear before the most important part.
“I saw him heading out back 20 minutes ago if that helps?” Noticing your anxiety, Gen pointed towards a corridor that lead to a series of private function rooms.
“Thank you!” You rushed your words of gratitude and quickly gave her hand a light squeeze before you rushed off in the direction she’s given you. “Jensen?”
“In here.” He called out his response and you followed his voice to eventually find him slumped on a table, an almost empty whiskey bottle at his side.
“What are you doing back here?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you slowly made your way towards him, even if you were furious that he’d almost ruined everything.
“Need sometime to myself.” He shrugged his shoulders as his words came out in a slur making it obvious that he’d had a little bit too much to drink.
“C'mon we have to get you back in there, can’t have a party without the birthday boy.” You encouraged him go sling an arm other your shoulder as you placed yours around his back. Lifting someone of Jensen’s build certainly wasn’t the easiest task.
“You’re so pretty.” With a smirk on his lips Jensen managed to somehow turn in your arms as you continued to support him up. His green eyes bore down into yours, momentarily paralysing you to that spot as his hand came up to took a stay curl behind your ear.
“J…” You swallowed back the lump that had formed in your throat, the heat rising from within you from the lasting touch of his finger tips that stayed on your cheek a little longer than they should have.
“Even cuter when you blush.” He added, you skin inevitably turning an even brighter shade of red as he chuckled.
“You’re drunk.” You sighed tearing your eyes away from him as you attempted to make your way to the door.
“You know what I want for my birthday?” He voice was a low seductive whisper and his face was so close to yours your felt the warm of his whiskey infused breath on your cheek.
“What?” Your voice was a whisper too but the tone was very different from Jensen’s and you were surprised you could even manage to get the word out despite your heart thumbing against your chest.
“You.” As soon as he uttered the word it was as if the whole world stopped. The green orbs stared down at you and the room became so silent you could have heard a pin drop as the tension began to grow. It continued to grow, the air around you both becoming heavy and hot before Jensen finally snapped, his face closing the small gap and his lips crushing to yours.
It was like you’d taken one big gasp of air and couldn’t quite let it out again. Jensen’s lips where intoxicating and you were sure nothing would ever feel this great again. You’d seen all these big on screen kisses where sparks were flying and characters were suddenly transported to clouded nine, but you’d never believed in that kind of stuff. Well until now. This was it for you. You were sure you’d never be able to forget how soft Jensen’s hand felt again your cheek or how your heart flipped at the way his tongue traced your bottom lip as he pulled you in closer.
The kiss for you was simply breathe taking and he on the other hand, couldn’t quite believe what was happening.
You were soon interrupted by rapid knocking at the door you’d closed behind you just moments before and Jensen found himself stumbling back wards a few feet as you shoved him away from you. The two of you stared at each other wide eyed for a few seconds before you turned away and began instantly fixing you hair, a sight that made Jensen feel like you’d punched him straight in the gut. Because even though you only looked at him for brief moment, he saw the flash in your eyes, you regretted the whole thing.
He wanted to reach out to you, to tell you that it was okay, that he wanted this, wanted it more than anything in the world and to him it wasn’t a mistake. But it was if things were moving in slow motion, he couldn’t quite move fast enough to grasp you let alone find the words to form a reasonable sentence. And then it was too late, the door was swinging up, a figure quickly emerging into the room and a high pitched squeal of the word surprise speed everything back up again.
“Danneel?” Jensen managed to choke his wife’s name out as he stood frozen to the spot, the shock taking over, the affect of it sobering him instantly.
“Happy Birthday baby!” She smiled as she swung her arms around his neck pulling him slightly down to her height. It took a minute or so for Jensen to realise that she was really there before he eventually returned the hug, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist. Out of the corner of his eye Jensen saw you quietly slip out of the room with out so much of a goodbye and he felt his heart sink.
So I’ve been introducing my party of newbie players to different bits of gameplay over the past few weeks and this week I decided to introduce them to status effects by having them fight some Spectators (mini beholders) one of which I let have a petrifying ray for shits and giggles. Our party consists of a barbarian (guest character), a human paladin, a dragonborn sorcerer, a half-elven rogue, and a cat folk monk named Shaggy who has made a life as a “herbalist” and is often seen “sampling” them. They’d just killed one of the Spectators and the other went for a revenge shot. It happens as follows.
Spectator 1: *Dies* Death gurgle….
Spectator 2: You! Lets see how you like this you mangy cat! *fires his petrifying beam at our monk*
DM (Me): Alright make a Dexterity Saving throw
*the monk fails pretty miserably*
DM: You all watch in horror as Shaggy is petrified from the feet up.
Sorcerer OOC: Oh god this is too ironic.
Monk OOC: As I turn into a statue I laugh and say “Always knew I’d die stoned.” *gets petrified with a mad grin on his face.
The rest of the group is dying laughing and continue to fight on, the monk making his second saving throw next turn to resist prolonged petrification.
there is caution in every barefoot step she takes, her eyes stay sharp and focused on mine. her hand is trembling, reaching out for me. the tunnel is dark and we are surrounded by so much & nothing all at once. and for her, i’m the one holding the shamma. the difference: i’m dancing, spinning around, always tantalizingly out of her reach. she’s pleading for me to hold her heart with gentle hands, and i’ve got it balanced on the tip of my nose, giggling at the simple party tricks. love is careless for me. but her voice cracks when she whispers please be careful, please don’t hurt me, and i pause now. when i turn around to look at her again, she looks stony. her eyes are still begging, but her spine is straight and her mouth is a line. hidden from me again. after all, for her, the easiest way to protect your heart is to pretend you don’t have one. so i tiptoe back to her, hold the candle between us. i’m right here, i say, curious, but she looks right through me. like she doesn’t trust her eyes; like she trusts her heart even less. but listen to me, just listen, i stole you from the fate lines on my hands, i carved you into my bloodlines, i was bold and i took took took. so now let me give give give, i have so much love to show you. trust me, let me show you that you can. any time your eyes starts to lose focus, i’ll kiss your attention back onto me. i have nothing but time for you, love for you. my arabian jasmine heart only blooms for you.
"Father, you're finally letting her play at a birthday party? *giggles* Can I play with her, like the other children? You let them play with her!"
William gently tugs his daughter along by her hand as he walked her farther away from the stage to talk.
“Yes, I’m letting other children play with her but you see it’s not your birthday party is it? Besides this is her first show! And in the event something goes wrong up there I don’t want you to get hurt, alright? Now come along, you can get a perfectly good look at her from our seats.”
Imagine you, being in a long distance relationship with Loki, as he often travels between worlds with his brother Thor as required. On Halloween Loki decides to surprise you and visits you at your work place in Stark Tower. Instead of you working, he finds you dressed as a Queen (with your own personal flair of course) next to Stark, who is coincidentally dressed as a king. Without noticing anything else Loki strides over to the two you and demands to know what is going on. You giggle at his obvious jealousy and point out all the other party goers and then proceed to explain that Stark had hosted a costume party for the holiday. Loki takes this information humbly and apologizes (if grudgingly) to Stark and then proceeded to look over your outfit.
“So you have dressed as a queen for this holiday? Well, almost.” He then smirks devilishly as he flicks his wrist towards you and transforms your dress from the rather simple (but cute) design to a complex and stunning layered gown with lace that seems to disappear into your skin leaving behind only the shiny swirls. The long back flows along the ground but the front is just above your knees. The sweetheart neckline fits snugly and lace swirls up to the decorative collar on your neck. And of course, the dress is a deep forest green highlighted with golds and black.
Imagine that Loki then transforms himself to match you so the two of you are king and queen for Halloween.
So we’re standing in a house with two ways to go. The rest of the group not caring where we went except the rogue the halfling and I, a ranger. We’re arguing which door to go through when my ranger said something that made the whole party giggle.
Rogue: I say we go through the left door
Ranger: what he said, I trust the rogue!
The girl sitting next to me: well that’s not something you hear often