Playing with Fire - 06

Summary: After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humilliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature (fluff + smut + angst)

Length: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 [Finale]

A/N: i think this one is super boring if i were you i wouldnt bother reading it but if you do THANKS FOR SUPPORTING THIS IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME

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The Devil & Child

My first encounter with the devil, old Father Split-hoof was when I was Eight. 
It was January in Alaska, the winter was a harsh one, dark and long. I was dealing with an abscess tooth and sinus infection on the right side of my face, and within a few days, it was causing massive swelling and fever. It was pressure and pain, and as a child this was one of the most pain-riddled illnesses I ever dealt with. The entire third night after the initial swelling, I was burning up, crying and heaving in my half-awake, delirious state and I still remember clear as day seeing him.

In my state, sweat covering my sheets, he was there outside my window. I was confused and fearful, seeing this antlered figure looking in, tall and unmoving.

Eventually, he was at my bedside. His face was skeletal and bestial, his antlers huge and impressive, like a great moose, as if he could hold the sun between them. As my father was a pastor, I was afraid; the devil was here.

But I heard his voice, deep but fatherly. He reassured it was not my time, that the forces that be and he know that I’m not to pass the gate, and in time I would know him unlike that of the God of Abraham. I felt his loving cool touch, and I knew.

I knew he was speaking the truth. And the next day after the surgery saving my life, the encounter ran through my mind endlessly.

From that time I felt him, I knew this was the path I was to descend on. I was fearful though. The devil by my fathers words was a liar and destroyer, that hell awaited those that served him. I never told him of this influence in my life.

Eventually I came to know him again, after I first approached sorcery and wortcunning, when I began the arts of sacred blasphemy and spirit led initiation, welcoming me like a long separated son at the ethereal Sabbath. We was waiting for me that entire time.

He is the torch that passes the witch-fyre that ingites in our clay bodies, awakens the blood that slumbers in our veins. He is the enlightener, the being that gave us mortality and sentience. He is the witch-father, hedge-lord, and Father split-hoof.


my heart and hands
trembling with tenderness
this is what i pictured, not any less
her hands, a firm grip on my hips
can’t believe they’re mine, her lips
falling and falling
deeper into her
no regrets

behind closed bathroom doors
i get to experience all the mores, i wanted so badly
sadly, i don’t know if i’ll see her again

bubbling desire
i smell her rosy skin
and suddenly a fire ingites from within
(daydreaming or reality,
daydreaming or reality?)

i’ve waited so long
to breathe her in without guilt
now loving her is so obvious
and i know she feels the same too

pounding heart and hands
i’m just falling, falling
and falling
so deeply
without it feeling wrong

—  t.j. // that time she said ”let’s kiss somewhere private”