i remember on morning getting up at dawn

I remember one morning getting up at dawn. There was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling. And I… I remember thinking to myself: So this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. And of course there will always be more…never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment, right then.
Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 9.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Summary: Demons are merciless, demons are ruthless, demons can’t hold nothing dear to them. Yoongi is the leader, the king of the demon world. He is feared as he is respected, no one expected him to bring a human girl as his lover, you. You fell in love and now you are in the midst of adjusting to the demon world, its custums, and its dangers. But everything is worth it if is for him, the demon king that lives between shadows and that would turn hell apart to protect you.

Demon AU. Featuring all BTS.

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Yoongi appeared in front of your eyes startling you, but instead of the relief you expected to feel with his return you felt the fear escalating, you stared horrified at him, his hair damp, all his clothes dirty, torn at some parts, and the blood, black and red blood stained his pale skin wherever your eyes landed.

With a gasp you jumped out the bed and rushed to where he was standing, and only then he acknowledged your presence, his eyes going all over you to prove you were ok, like it wasn’t him who had blood all over his body.

-Yoongi, what happened?- you asked staring at him from up close looking frantically for wounds -Are you hurt? are you ok? Yoongi-

You lifted your hand to touch his face but he slapped it away and his eyes before expressionless were now angry.

-Y/N, get away-

You frowned as you registered his words, confused, but your worry for him was bigger, the metallic scent of the blood was concentrated, he looked like a mess, he had been fighting or killing, most probably both.

-No- you said touching his face making him stiffen, there was a warning in his eyes, but you stood firm, you didn’t want to be scared of him, you weren’t. You slid his fringe away from his forehead to confirm the blood dripping from it wasn’t his. It wasn’t, your eyes went down to his neck and chest, you opened his shirt and noticed how the fabric was torn at some parts, his white skin was smeared with fresh thick blood in some parts, already dried in others.

He grabbed your hands and pushed them away trying to dodge you but you stepped on his way. -Y/N, stop-

-No- you repeated. -You come here so late, looking like this and you expect me to walk away?-

-Yes- he answered venomously through gritted teeth.

You glared back at him, but your heart still beat fast with the fear of him being hurt. -Are you ok? are you hurt?-

-It’s not mine- he cleared and you sighed in relief. -Don’t get close to me now- he started walking to the bathroom and you followed him getting inside with him.

-Why not? Yoongi talk to me please-

-Y/N, I’m fucking soaking in blood-

-I don’t care- you retorted even if you had to concentrate to not let the strong odor get you dizzy.

Yoongi sighed tiredly and you got closer to him again, he still wore his lightweight jacket that was sticking to the fabric of his shirt, you touched the flaps of it and then your hands went to down to hold his.
He stood still and didn’t pull away his hands when you intertwined your fingers with his, neither when you stepped closer and skimmed his lips with yours in a subtle kiss. -Let me, please-

Yoongi lowered his head and you nodded, going to the tub to set it up.

While that was ready you came back to him, peeling the jacket from him, letting you see that under it he was unharmed. Yoongi just stood still, staring at your every move with attentive yet heavy eyes as your hands went around his body, carefully undressing him.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think would be the hosts' morning routines? :)

 Thank you for requesting! This is such an interesting request~ I’m so excited!! Morning routines!! It’s the little things, amirite?(Also, I’m putting the twins together for this one, just because they are going to have very similar morning routines, as they do live together)


-Wakes up just late enough to where he has to rush just a bit, which is the reason he takes showers at night

-Maybe he wouldn’t have to rush (even if he wakes up a bit late) if he wouldn’t spend so. Much. Time on his hair

-Legit, 15 minute, at least on his hair every morning

-Also, he always makes sure he smells nice

-Puts on his shoes very last minute, because he prefers to walk around barefoot until he absolutely couldn’t

-Sometimes, if he has time, he’ll call Kyoya to gossip make sure he’s up

-Definitely music playing while he goes about his morning


-Wakes up super late, but it’s okay, because his routine is short to accommodate that

-Legit, just brush hair, brush teeth, change, out the door

-Takes a shower the night before for this exact reason

-Very irritable when he accepts Tamaki’s calls, but he always does accept them

-During the ride to school, there is no speaking in the car

-Dead silent, or someone will die

-But the days Tamaki calls, it’s less of a tense silence, and there are no silent death threats, because if he can deal with Tamaki’s ramblings, he can deal with anything

-By the time he gets to school, he’s composed and ready for people

  The Twins:

-Kaoru always wakes Hikaru up

-Usually, Kaoru takes about ten minutes before he wakes Hikaru up, just to gather himself, and maybe get some coffee together for the two of them

-Hikaru would sleep forever if he was allowed to honestly

-Unfortunately, that isn’t allowed, so he begrudgingly gets up every morning

-He takes showers in the morning in order to wake him up, and Kaoru will sit on the floor and talk to him sometimes, getting dressed while his brother showers

-Kaoru showers during the night time, with Hikaru doing the same sitting and talking sometimes

-Usually, the one who is sitting will play some music, and they’ll have dramatic sing alongs

-They usually do their hair together, so that they get the parts just right~

-On weekends, when they don’t have school uniforms, they have fun coordinating their outfits


-Wakes up mad (if the alarm woke him up)

-He takes a shower in the morning so that he’ll wake up more and calm down

-Comes out of the showers bubbly and pumped for the day

-He usually gets dressed pretty fast, but he wears it messily until it’s time to go. Once it’s time, he’ll straighten the shirt, fix the tie, etc.

-His hair is taken care of after he gets dressed, but it takes very little effort to get it falling perfectly

-Spends his extra time in the morning getting his sugar fix for the morning~


-Up at the crack of dawn to train/practice

-He showers in the morning, because who wants to spend the day drenched in sweat?

-I firmly believe he brushes his teeth in the shower. Don’t ask me why, I could just see it

-He doesn’t get dressed until the very last minute, preferring to walk around his towel and get ready in just a towel

-Minimal effort into his hair. Seriously. Like, maybe he’ll brush it for the day

-Almost forgets deodorant every day, but remembers last minute when he sees it on the dresser

-(He puts the deodorant there because he knows he’ll forget)

-Usually wears his glasses until he has to go, he thinks they’re more comfortable


  I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send me more requests like this! It’s a lot of fun to write~


[LYRICS] First Love by BTS (Suga)


내 기억의 구석
한 켠에 자리잡은 갈색 piano
어릴 적 집 안의 구석
한 켠에 자리잡은 갈색 piano

그때 기억해
내 키보다 훨씬 더 컸던
갈색 piano 그게 날 이끌 때
널 우러러보며 동경했었네
작은 손가락으로 널 어루만질 때
I feel so nice mom I feel so nice
그저 손 가던 대로 거닐던 건반
그땐 너의 의미를 몰랐었네
바라보기만 해도 좋았던 그때

그때 기억해 초등학교 무렵
내 키가 너의 키보다
더 커졌던 그때
그토록 동경했던 널 등한시하며
백옥 같던 건반 그 위
먼지가 쌓여가며
방치됐던 니 모습
그때도 몰랐었지
너의 의미 내가 어디 있든
넌 항상 그 자릴
지켰으니 그런데 그게
마지막이 될 줄 몰랐네
이대론 가지 마 you say

내가 떠나도 걱정은 하지 마
넌 스스로 잘 해낼 테니까
널 처음 만났던 그때가 생각나
어느새 훌쩍 커버렸네 니가
우리 관계는 마침표를 찍지만
절대 내게 미안해 하지 마
어떤 형태로든
날 다시 만나게 될 거야
그때 반갑게 다시 맞아줘

그때 기억해 까맣게 잊고 있었던
널 다시 마주했던 때 14살 무렵
어색도 잠시 다시 널 어루만졌지
긴 시간 떠나있어도
절대 거부감 없이
날 받아줬던 너
without you there’s nothing
새벽을 지나서 둘이서
함께 맞는 아침
영원히 너는 나의 손을 놓지 마
나도 다시 널 놓지 않을 테니까

그때 기억해 나의 십대의 마지막을
함께 불태웠던 너 그래 한 치 앞도
뵈지 않던 그때 울고 웃고
너와 함께여서 그 순간조차
이제는 추억으로
박살난 어깰 부여잡고 말했지
나 더 이상은 진짜 못하겠다고
포기하고 싶던 그때마다
곁에서 넌 말했지
새꺄 너는 진짜 할 수 있다고
그래 그래 그때 기억해
지치고 방황했었던
절망의 깊은 수렁에 빠졌던 그때
내가 널 밀어내고
널 만난 걸 원망해도
넌 꿋꿋이 내 곁을 지켰지
말 안 해도
그러니 절대 너는 내 손을 놓지 마
두 번 다시 내가 널
놓지 않을 테니까
나의 탄생 그리고 내 삶의 끝
그 모든 걸 지켜볼 너일 테니까

내 기억의 구석
한 켠에 자리잡은 갈색 piano
어릴 적 집 안의 구석
한 켠에 자리잡은 갈색 piano


The corner of my memory
A brown piano settled on one side
In the corner of my childhood house
A brown piano settled on one side

I remember that moment
Way taller than my height
The brown piano that guided me
I looked up to you, I yearned for you
When I touched you with my small finger
I feel so nice mom I feel so nice
I played the piano wherever my hands took me
I didn’t know your significance back then
Back then I was content with just looking at you

I remember back during my elementary school days
When my height
Became taller than yours
I neglected you when I once yearned for you so
On top of the white jade-like keyboard
Dust is piling on
Your image that has been neglected
Even then I didn’t know
Your significance
No matter where I am
You always defended that spot
But I didn’t know that would be the last
You say don’t leave like this

Don’t worry even if I leave
You’ll do well on your own
I remember when I first met you
Before I knew it you grew up
Though we are putting an end to our relationship
Don’t ever feel sorry to me
I will get to meet you again no matter what form
Greet me happily then

I remember back then when I met you that
I had completely forgotten, when I was around 14
The awkwardness was only for a moment, I touched you again
Even though I was gone for a long time
Without repulsion
You accepted me
Without you there’s nothing
After the dawn, two of us
We welcomed the morning together
Don’t let go of my hand forever
I won’t let go of you again either

I remember back then
We burned up the last of my teen’s
Yes the days when we couldn’t see an inch in front of us
We laughed, we cried
Those days with you, those moments are now in memories
I said, grasping my crushed shoulder
I really can’t do any more
Every time I wanted to give up
By my side you said
Bastard you can really do it
Yeah, yeah I remember back then
When I was fed up and lost
Back then when I fell into a pit of despair
Even when I pushed you away
Even when I resented meeting you
You were firmly by my side
You didn’t have to say anything
So don’t ever let go of my hand
I won’t let you go ever again either
My birth and the end of my life
You will be there to watch over it all

The corner of my memory
A brown piano settled on one side
In the corner of my childhood house
A brown piano settled on one side

Trans cr; Nara @ bts-trans

Batman's Daughter: Red as the Dawn

Alfred came in to wake me up the next morning. Only problem was that I couldn’t wake up. I don’t remember most of it because at that point I had begun to lose consciousness. I could remember Alfred pulling back my cover to see if I was truly still asleep or simply ignoring him, it was always a toss up between the two when I refuse to get out of bed. Upon seeing a tinge of red he threw back my covers, seeing my leg surrounded by a small pool of blood. I remember him making a weird hissing noise before yelling at someone for something. That’s when my vision completely went out.

“Alfred, how much longer?” The familiar sound of my father pacing was the first thing I woke up to. A faint smile graced on my lips, but I kept my eyes shut knowing the minute they opened my dad would be yelling.

“Master Bruce you have been asking me that question for the past hour. I do believe that it is time for you to leave, and I will come to retrieve you when she walks up”

“You know I can’t do that Alfred. I’m not leaving her alone, not again” My gut twisted slightly. No, I should be mad at him. He broke his own promise time and time again. I’m not going to feel sorry for him.

“She’s not alone master Bruce. I’ll make sure off it” I allowed my eyes to peak open just slightly, barely being able to make out my father as he paused, looking towards me. Then walked away.

“And here I was under the expression that nothing could get past master Bruce” Alfred turned around smiling. I sat up realizing I had been caught watching. Alfred was at my side in seconds laying me back down.

“Don’t sit up. You lost a good deal of blood. Worse injury than master Bruce or master Richardson had on their first go round.” Alfred smiled, pulling back the thin blanket. For once my leg wasn’t covered in blood.

“How many?”

“Ten. It was long, thankfully not deep”

“Will it a- will it leave a…” I mumbled over my words. I didn’t want to say the word, fearing it would be true only when it came out of my mouth. Alfred sighed, finishing unwrapping it before quickly starting up again.

“Thankfully no, now you rest for a few minutes. I will be back with food and your father” Alfred pulled the blanket back up, tucking it around my legs before leaving and allowing the glass door to slide shut behind him. Looking around I realized I was in the batcave’s infirmary for the first. It was cleaner than I expected it to be. Alfred made sure of that. Letting out a deep breath I listened to the quiet hum of machines cherishing what I was sure would be the last moments of peace I would get for a while.

“E!” Dick came running down the stairs, sprinting towards my bed. My father wasn’t far behind him, but he still held onto some bit of dignity.

“When I said you’d have to just walk off your injuries I didn’t think you’d just ignore a gash in your leg!” Dick stopped just short of my bed, collapsing into the chair next to me a smile tugging at his lips. I let out a small laugh, doing my best to avoid my father’s eyes. Dick smiled brighter, messing up my hair with a laugh of his own.

“That was stupid Elizabeth” My father stood in the doorway his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes bore into my face, but I couldn’t find the courage to look back at him.

“I know”

“It was also reckless”

“I know”

“And plain dangerous. But I’m willing to ignore that all, if you don’t go out again until I have finished training you” my eyes snapped up and a rare smile pulled at my father’s lips before quickly disappearing.

“So, you’re actually going train me? Can we start now?” Nearly jumping out of bed I swing my legs over before being knocked back down by Dick.

“Take a day off first. You can have a day to breath kid” Grumbling I sat back up, looking between Bruce and Dick. They looked okay for now. Hopefully that would last.

“Lunch?” Alfred came in, caring a tray full of sandwiches, chips, and sodas. Dick and I smiled digging in while Bruce walked over to the other side of my bed. This was our first family meal that we had had in almost a year.

ziaraderosa  asked:


Your wish is my command. 

Despite having luxurious blackout curtains in the royal bedroom, Noctis never seemed to remember to close them until the dawn light was beaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Somehow, no matter where he slept in the enormous bed, the rays of sunshine would always hit him squarely in the face.

The King of Insomnia supposed it was reasonable vengeance after he’d woke the sun up after a ten-year nap.

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I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
—  The Hours (2002)
Live A Little *Swazz Imagine*

@maloleys-lilmama I’m gonna go ahead an apologize for being slow af because this was send during the summer, I hope it doesn’t suck as much as I do

Imagine Requests are CLOSED || Text AU Requests are OPEN

“No, no don’t get up” you hear your boyfriend; John whine from behind you as you attempt to reach for your phone so you can shut off the annoying sounds of the alarm you had set the night before.

“Can I at least shut this stupid thing off?”

“Hurry up” he complains finally letting go of you.

You silence your alarm and then make yourself comfortable in your bed again which, you know you probably shouldn’t because, then you’ll never get up and you couldn’t afford to be late.

“You do have to let me get up in a few min-” you begin only to have him shut you up by placing his hand over your mouth.

“Y/n shhh please, people are trying to sleep”

“Oh, shut up Johnny boy” you tease knowing he hates that nickname but only lets it slide when you say it so, you use that to your advantage.

“Just cancel whatever it is that’s got you up at the fuckin crack of dawn” he tells you making you laugh “John,its 9 in the morning” “Yeah it’s still morning and we’re awake, do you not see the problem?” you roll your eyes “Seriously, You are way too into nightlife” “if I remember this right I’m pretty damn sure you were enjoying it last night”

“You’re so annoying” you finally get out of bed.

“Not what you said last night y/n” you heard him say after you left the bedroom.

An hour later you sat in your friends Hair & Make-Up chair. She had asked you to be her hair model for the day so she could post on her Instagram, she was an aspiring artist and you would never turn down the chance to help a friend.

“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this” you said to her through the mirror looking at your new hair color.

“It looks better than I thought it would” she tells you “I don’t know if I should be offended or…?” “No of course not just come on lemme take your picture”

You don’t know what made you agree to letting her dye your hair pink but hey why not live a little and surprisingly you liked it a lot, you were just hoping John felt the same.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he texted you.  

You stayed with y/f/n for a few more hours before going back home.

When you got back John was in the bathroom you assume getting ready for the long night he had ahead of him.

You open the door slowly, catching his attention “Why do you look like Wanda from the Fairly Oddparents?” he asks you “Okay, rude but I don’t know y/f/n convinces me and well yeah…” you explain.

“Its permanent?” he sounded so disappointed “Well yeah, I mean I thought it looked better than I had expected it to”

You could tell just by the look on his face that he didn’t like your new look, would he break up with you over this? That would be pretty messed up, at least you thought so.    

“I-Its not terrible..I don’t hate it…” he begins and you laugh “Yes you do”

He sighs “…Only because you were perfect the way you were before” “Oh, shut up” “It doesn’t really matter how I feel about it though, I’ma still have sex with you” he tells you like that was the first thing you were worried about.

“Thank god, I was so worried you would never touch me again” you say sarcastically “Listen Wanda-” “Fuck you” “Yes babe that’s the spirit” he says getting closer to you and then finally kissing you.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“I can be late, I mean if I had to you could always poof me there” he teases “You know what I’m tired I think I’m gonna go to bed but you go have fun” you turn to walk away “No you don’t get to do that come back” but you ignore him.

“Come on, grant my wish. I wish to be inside you within the next 10 minutes”

You knew you’d most likely give in but this was more fun besides, if he wanted to be mean you could too.

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then. | The Hours, 2002.

“I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.”

The Hours (2002) dir. Stephen Daldry

The important dates of the year as chosen by Arashi!
The Arashi Calendar!
Birthdays, debut dates, and their own original memorable dates.  Let’s enjoy all four seasons together~


Aiba Masaki’s Original Memorable Date

12/24: Aiba’s Birthday

The members often celebrate my birthday with me at work.  The staff will also prepare a cake for me inthe dressing room too….  I’m grateful forthat.  Since my birthday is Christmas Eve,when I was little it was taken over by Christmas (laughs).

Ninomiya Kazunari’s Original Memorable Date
12/24: Aiba’s Birthday

Christmas Eve = Aiba-kun’s birthday so it sticks out for me.  In the past, he used to be disappointed that his birthday and Christmas blended into one holiday, but it’s good to have all kinds of people celebrating it.  I wonder what I should give him this year (2014).

Sakurai Sho’s Original Memorable Date
1/1: New Year’s Day

Especially these past 5 years, we’ve had Kouhaku airing on 12/31 to prepare for, and that’s a big source of tension.  So the New Year’s Day after that’s finished is somehow different from other days off.  Maybe it’s the sense of accomplishment?  Like, both mind and body are officially off!  Or something like that (laughs).

Aiba Masaki’s Original Memorable Date
1/1: New Year’s Day

Every year, I go with the rest of Arashi to the first shrine visit of the year and get home before dawn, which is the best time for TV!  Even though I’m sleepy, I’ll stay up until morning watching it (laughs).  The city is quiet too, and I like that feeling that everyone in the world seems to be resting.  

Sakurai Sho’s Original Memorable Date
1/25: Sakurai’s Birthday

When I was still in school, my birthday landed during testing time so there wasn’t really much chance to celebrate.  There was one time, maybe while I was in university, where my friends celebrated my birthday with me.  I remember that the name on the cake was messed up, so I became “Jou-kun” (laughs).

Ohno Satoshi’s Original Memorable Date
2/5: The day I caught my first flounder

The day I caught my first flounder!!  I’d been wanting to catch one forever, so the day I finally caught one is certainly special~. It was something I wanted to catch so you can imagine how happy I was the moment I caught it for the first time. On top of that, I got lucky and caught a really huge one too.

Winter’s recommended BGM:  
Sakurai Select
“Futari no Kinenbi” Arashi 

While I also consider it a Christmas song, this song is memorable to me because I arranged the rap that was used for this song on my own time, outside of work.  

Matsumoto Select
“Dear Snow”  Arashi

The song I want to listen to in winter is “Dear Snow.”  I really like this song a lot. The melodic line’s minor feel is a nice touch, and whenever I listen to it I can’t help but think about what a great song it is.

winter, spring, summer, fall

TN:  So this is the next article I’ve chosen!  As you can probably guess, there are three more parts to this one, spring, summer and fall.  I will translate them soon!  
And speaking of recommended winter songs, I translated an article a few months ago where they all chose their favorite winter songs, you can find it here .  Sho chose the same one but Jun chose a different one.
P.S. I love Dear Snow.  And Ohno Satoshi and his adorable fishing ways

kingunder221b  asked:

Hi! My heart made tiny jumps when I saw that requests was open! Could you please write a fluffy obi-wan where the reader and he spends the morning together? Much love :)

A/N: Ooh this is such a good one! I love this!! (Also, big shout out to you because you’ve been such an awesome supporter throughout this blog’s existence!)

Warnings: None

Prompt: The reader and Obi-Wan spend the morning together. 

Please note that this blog will be going on hiatus after my inbox is empty!

The light began to pour into your room, which cast an unforgiving glow beneath your eyelids. Rather unwillingly, your eyes began to slowly flutter open as you adjusted to the transformation of sleep to daylight. 

Once you had fully awoken, you noticed just how comfortable your bed was, which was unlike most mornings when you couldn’t wait to get out from under the covers and begin your day. Stretching, you let your muscles relax and your toes curled slightly as you took in a deep breath. 

Turning to your side, a slight smile formed on your face as you noticed Obi-Wan sleeping peacefully next to you. A strand of his hair had fallen into his face, which only gave him a more youthful appearance. This gentle state that Obi-Wan was in was one that you were not quite familiar with. 

You laid your head back down on your pillow and turned so you could face him, watching him while his chest slightly heaved up and down. You couldn’t help but admire how adorable he was while he was sleeping. 

After a moment, Obi-Wan’s eyes began to open and you were welcomed by his groggy stare. Groaning, he stretched out and lightly smiled. “Good morning.” 

You returned his grin. “Good morning, my darling.”

With a sigh, Obi-Wan rolled onto his back and laid there for a moment, trying to wake himself up completely so he could go on with his day. Soon, he let out another groan - this one indicating that he was a bit unsatisfied - and you tilted your head. “Is something wrong?” 

He shook his head. “I just don’t want to get out of bed…I want to be with you.” 

Smiling, you scooted closer to him, curling up against his side as he wrapped his shoulder around your body. His skin was warm and you let your head rest on his shoulder as he began to trace the side of your arm with his fingertips. Sighing, you reached out for his free hand and intertwined your fingers with his own, bringing them to your lips for a brief kiss. 

The two of you laid like this, in complete silence, for quite some time as you enjoyed each other’s company. It wasn’t often that you were able to share moments like this - moments that were this gentle and slow. You were rather unfamiliar with this much contact with his body. 

The light continued to shine from behind the sheer curtains, causing both of you to squint against the sun’s glare. Next to you, Obi-Wan sighed as it began to dawn on him the both of you were going to have get up soon. Recognizing his disappointment,, you rolled on your side and let your hand hover on his bare chest. 

“I think we can stay like this for a bit longer…”

“Mmm,” He nodded, letting his eyes close for a moment, “I think that would be nice.” 

You began to trace small, light circles on his chest as he rested his eyes. There was a part of you that knew that you were going to be remembering this morning for quite some time to come. 

Chapter 12


I wasted no time flipping us over so I was hovering over her frame. When I looked down she was staring up at me with need shining in her eyes. My baby was feenin’ for it bad. I dipped my head down to her neck and began planting small kisses along her flesh. Her small hands found their way to my back as I lifted my head up to look down at her. “August.” She muttered, need embedded in her tone.

“I know, baby. Imma take care of ya.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers roughly, my hand gripping tightly on the mass of hair atop her head. I slipped my tongue past those pouty lips of hers as she ran her hands up to grip my hair. She whimpered against my mouth as I let my tongue dance with hers in a battle of dominance. No matter what, her ass always had to be fighting me in some way.

A groan of disappointment left her lips when I pulled away. Chuckling, I sat her up and quickly relieved her of my shirt bringing her light blue bra to view. Before I could touch her again, she brought her hands to the hem of my shirt, trying to pull it over my head.“I wanna see you too.” I smirked and allowed her to do so before burying my face back in her neck. I licked and sucked all over the sensitive skin of her neck, all while reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Still sucking on her neck, I let one hand grip her waist and the other cup her right breast. I could feel goosebumps on her skin as I groped and sucked on her flush body. I alternated between squeezing and pinching the sensitive skin on Mariya’s chest, earning moans of delight from her. My lips moved slowly from her neck to her chest. Quickly clamping my lips over her left nipple, I sucked on her hardened nub, keeping her other one stimulated with my fingers. “Baby..” She stammered.

“Ya so impatient.” I smacked her thigh causing her to moan. “Take this shit off, ma.” I watched in anticipation as she slipped her tights off, letting those pretty thick thighs come to view. She threw her tights aside and I pulled her back into me, my fingers immediately prodding at the wet spot on her boy shorts. “All this fa me?” I grinned, rubbing my thumb against the drenched material, her back arched under my touch and I was met with that fiery gaze of hers. “Stop teasing me.” She moaned.

“Aight, baby.” I chuckled and yanked her underwear off her body. She did me the honor of spreading her legs again and my eyes immediately landed on her center. “Fuck.” I breathed. She had a pretty pussy. Her lips were already glistening and engorged from her aroused state, but there was something else that caught my eye, the two little silver beads nestled between her fat lips. Babygirl had her hood pierced. Fuck.

I frowned when she tried closing her legs. “Don’t.” I growled, gripping on her thighs. Fuck taking it slow. Swiping my tongue over my lips, I gave her slit one long lick from bottom to top. She jerked her body, pressing her center closer to my face in the process. Using my fingers, I spread her swollen lips and flicked my tongue over her piercing, teasing her as she shifted her body under me. The more I licked, the wetter she got. I could hear her gasping softly as my licks got more rapid, soon she was full out moaning, my name rolling off her tongue. 

Gripping her thighs, I pushed my face deeper into her center as I lapped away at her sweetness. Her hands gripped my curls the moment I slipped my tongue inside, her moans had turned into whimpers and I could feel her walls beginning to clench around my tongue. My baby was close.

“Shit!” She whined, pulling my face closer. I swirled my tongue around her clit before clamping my lips around her bud, sucking on it hard. After a moment, her legs had begun to shake as her orgasm hit and her juices started pouring out. I slurped up all of her juices and moved to hover over her body. She gave me a shy smile and pressed her lips against mine, savoring the taste of her own juices on my lips. Before she had a chance to pull me in again, I pulled away and went over to my dresser. 


I watched him as he rummaged through his drawer for a condom. I bit down on my lip, silently hoping he found it soon. I was beyond horny and that tongue lashing he gave me had me more sensitive than ever.

A moan escaped my lips just thinking about it. I let my fingers trail down my flat stomach to my moist folds of my pussy. I let my fingers trace over my still throbbing clit. It was helping, but I still needed August inside of me. I kept my eyes on his back as I rubbed my fingers against my bud, whimpering slightly at the feeling. All of a sudden, he turned around with a condom in his hand and surprised look on his face.

I kept my hand on my pussy as I watched him stare at me. I could see his dick print, the sweats showing his aroused state clearly. “Yaya, stop.” He grumbled, pulling down his sweats. I closed my eyes and continued my actions. “Yaya, don’t fuckin’ ignore me.” He growled. Still ignoring him, I left out a soft moan as I slid a finger inside my wet cavern, stroking myself slowly.

Before I had a chance to add a second finger, my hand was snatched from my center and I opened my eyes only to be staring into Aug’s intense gaze. “Always defyin’ me.” He grumbled, eyes still locked on mine.

He grabbed his length and guided it to my entrance. My body shuddered a bit when I felt his head hit my lips. A loud gasp escaped my lips when all of him finally slid inside me. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He hissed. August started stroking me gently, letting my walls adjust to his size. I moaned softly, loving the way he felt inside of me.

I had my arms wrapped around his neck as he began picking up speed, my moans increasing in volume as well. He felt so good sliding in and out my wet pussy and much as I wanted to cry out louder, I bit down on my lip to keep my voice at bay. Unfortunately, August wasn’t having that. 

“Naw, don’t even.” He grunted as his strokes got more intense. His hand came down hard on my thigh causing me to cry out. “I wanna hear all that shit.” He ordered, pressing his face against my neck. I shuddered slightly at his tone, but still kept my lip tucked between my teeth. I wasn’t letting him win. “Aight. Have it ya way.”

Ignoring his threat, I moved my hips in in time with hist thrusts, finally catching his rhythm. His large hands moved from waist to my right thigh as he lifted it up, bending it back to my chest. His strokes came to an abrupt halt and I immediately looked at him, my face twisted in a scowl. “August, don’t you fuck- Ahhh!” I cried out, nails digging into his back. He had slammed his full length back inside of me. I had no choice, but to cry out as he bended my leg back, his dick pounding in and out my defenseless pussy. 

“I told ya ass, but you ain’t wanna listen.” He grunted, still gliding his length in and out. I could feel my walls beginning to clench around him, my climax started to build in the pit of my stomach. “B-baby!” I whimpered and he chuckled. “Ya gonna cum fa me, ma?” He asked huskily. “Huh?!” He repeated louder, I could his shaft swelling up inside me, giving me incentive to burst. 

“August… fuck!” I yelled out as my walls clenched tightly around him, my body thrashed underneath him and let out another long cry as my orgasm hit again, juices pouring out my pussy and onto the bed. August was still pounding into me as I rode my orgasm out and I left out another loud whimper when I felt him bust in the condom. When I finally quieted down, he pecked my lips and pulled out of me, getting off the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

I guess all of today’s events took it’s toll on me because my eyelids got heavy. I remember feeling August climb back in the bed and kiss my lips, but everything after that was a blur.

The next morning

My eyes fluttered open from the sunlight peeking through the windows. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes get used to light. I moved to sit up, but was immediately pulled back down. Confused, I looked down to be met with August’s sleeping face. I paused, staring at his beautiful features a moment before the reality of my situation dawned on me.

I had slept in his arms. I had slept in his bed. I had slept with him. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out. What wasn’t wasn’t supposed happened, happened and I had no one to blame, but myself. God, I was so fucking stupid. Adriana’s smiling face instantly popped in my mind and it took everything in me not to cry. I closed my eyes and counted to ten to calm myself down. Once I was calm, I snuck a peek at August and thanked God he was still asleep. I just needed to get out of here and cry in peace.

I lightly placed my hands on his chest and tried to get up, but couldn’t slide out of the vice grip he had around me. I sighed and tried again, but frowned when he started to stir. Fuck. He woke up frowning and if I wasn’t so damn upset right now, I’d be gushing over how cute his sleepy face was. “Mornin’, ma.” He grumbled.

“August, I need to leave.” I ignored his greeeting, trying to pull away. Struggling against him was useless as he still kept me in a tight grip. “A-August, let go.” I frowned.

“Naw. I knew ya was gonna do this shit.” He frowned, tightening his grip. “I ain’t letttin’ ya leave this time." 

"August, don’t make this shit difficult!” I said, unintentionally raising my voice. “Just let me leave!”

“I already told ya hard of hearin’ ass, I’m not lettin’ ya leave.” He repeated, staring me down. I scowled and stared back at him, my mood going from sad to angry.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Cause ya gonna do the same shit ya did before.” He shook his head. “And I ain’t having that.”

“That was a mistake and this was a mistake.” I said quietly.

“Naw.” He simply said.

I was getting more and more irritated by his words.

“It was! Before was just a kiss and last night was just sex!”

He clenched his jaw. “That’s bullshit and ya know it, Mariya.”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“But who ya here with?” He asked and I stayed quiet. “Exactly.”

I was getting tired of this back and forth shit. “Just let me leave.” I sighed. “Please?”

Instead of letting me up like he should have, he flipped us over so he was hovering over me. Being in this position instantly reminded me of last night and against my wishes, my face flushed. “Don’t talk, Mariya. Just listen.” He ordered. Reluctantly, I nodded.

“We both know how we feel bout each otha’. Last night was more than just sex and ya lil stubborn ass know it.” He chuckled a bit before continuing. “And I know ya got a girlfriend or whateva, but ta be honest I really don’t give a fuck about ol’ girl. As far as I’m concerned, ya mine. And I mean that shit.” He finished, staring down at me.

I could only stare at August as my cheeks heated up. I didn’t know what to say at first. I didn’t expect him to admit all that to me. All the anger I had toward him left me and was replaced with something else. Something I couldn’t describe at the moment. I just knew he was telling me the truth and I was thankful for that since I couldn’t admit it yet. I just needed time.

“Fine, fine. Can we talk about this later? I’m hungry.”

“Of course ya are. Fat ass.”

“I’m not fat.” I pouted.

“Ya pussy is." 

"Shut up!" 

I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
—  The Hours (2002)

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Rythlen's messy hair in that pic with Gilmore is still amazing and beautiful oh my gosh

An unfinished letter from a survivor of the Castle Cousland Massacre, found among some rubble in the Hinterlands:

Whenever someone finds out that I used to work for the Couslands, a flood of questions always follows. I’m used to it now, and am proud to say that I had served the Hero of Ferelden and her family. I suppose it helps that the Couslands were of a better sort than other nobles—like the ones you had served. The fact that I am capable of writing this shows that. 

So I don’t mind sharing another story.

I remember getting up an hour before dawn on one cold winter’s morning to prepare for the day. Snow flurries fell from the sky, dusting the ground. I made my way to the training area to watch them for a few minutes—it was the only wide space in the castle.

As I approached, I heard the clang of a single sword, and the thud of it landing on packed straw. I turned the corner saw the Hero slashing at a training dummy. Her hair was in disarray, locks of hair that escaped their bindings draped over her shoulder or waving gently in the wind. It looked like she had gone straight to the training grounds the moment she woke up, not bothering to tie her hair properly. As she moved, it flowed behind her, glinting in the early morning light. That was when I realized that I had been watching for longer than I thought: The sun must have been peeking over the horizon, light gently filtering from beyond the ramparts. I had forgotten about baking the bread.

I guess she heard me as I scrambled to leave because she stopped and turned to me with a smile. She said good morning and went back to hacking at the straw dummy.

I have more stories, and hope to share the—


I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours, 2002

10 Motivational Quotes to Start Your Day Right

Here are 10 quotes you should read for a good, productive and a day full of inspiration:

1. I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself, so, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more.

2. Believe it or not, you’re in control of your own life. You’re the reason that you’re sad, you’re the reason that you’re happy. So don’t wait for happiness, go out and find it.

3. Laugh when you can. Apologize when you should. And let go of what you can’t change. Love deeply and forgive quickly. Take chances and give your everything. Life is too short to be anything but happy. You have to take the good with the bad. Love what you got. Always remember what you had. Forgive, but don’t forget. Learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, But always remember that life goes on.

4. Today I’m gonna try a little harder, gonna make every minute last longer, gonna learn to forgive and forget, ‘cause we don’t have long, gonna make the most of it, today I’m gonna love my enemies, reach out to somebody who needs me, make a change, make the world a better place ‘cause tomorrow could be one day too late.

5. And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.  — Nicholas Sparks

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I don’t remember how many
nights we swallowed the sky
just to spit it back up by morning,
but I do remember the way the stars burned
when they made their way back up our throats.
And maybe that’s why we could never
say ‘I love you’ at dawn
the way we could say it at midnight.
—  Y.Z, Lovers who kiss the moon