light-switches

Wildest Moments | 6

You are determined to get over Min Yoongi.

Originally posted by sugagifs

pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: smut, fluff, angst
wordcount: 8.6k

part one | two | three | four | five




You stumbled into your apartment building, hoping that Jimin wouldn’t be home. You were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and cry your eyes out. You were sure Jimin would be out still with Jungkook, allowing you privacy to cry. More tears shed over Min Yoongi. You shook your head bitterly to yourself, your throat was raw from holding back the tears as Yoongi’s face flashed in your mind. How many times had you sworn would be the last?

Your apartment was dark as you let yourself in. The silence was oddly comforting, the only sound was the shuddering sigh that escaped from your lips.

“Y/N?” The light switched on, you jumped under the sudden harshness of the light. Jimin stood there, dressed in just his pyjamas, a confused look on his face. Oh my God, he’s home. You struggled to maintain a composed expression, glancing away, hoping Jimin wouldn’t notice how upset you were.

“What are you… hey. Are you alright?” Jimin’s eyes widened when he took in your tear stained cheeks, your red and sore eyes. Of course he noticed. Jimin always noticed. 

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TOPSY-TURVY MOTION CREATES LIGHT SWITCH EFFECT AT URANUS:
UNLIKE EARTH, THIS ICY PLANET’S MAGNETOSPHERE OPENS & CLOSES EVERY DAY

More than 30 years after Voyager 2 sped past Uranus, Georgia Institute of Technology researchers are using the spacecraft’s data to learn more about the icy planet. Their new study suggests that Uranus’ magnetosphere, the region defined by the planet’s magnetic field and the material trapped inside it, gets flipped on and off like a light switch every day as it rotates along with the planet. It’s “open” in one orientation, allowing solar wind to flow into the magnetosphere; it later closes, forming a shield against the solar wind and deflecting it away from the planet.

This is much different from Earth’s magnetosphere, which typically only switches between open and closed in response to changes in the solar wind. Earth’s magnetic field is nearly aligned with its spin axis, causing the entire magnetosphere to spin like a top along with the Earth’s rotation. Since the same alignment of Earth’s magnetosphere is always facing toward the Sun, the magnetic field threaded in the ever-present solar wind must change direction in order to reconfigure Earth’s field from closed to open. This frequently occurs with strong solar storms.

But Uranus lies and rotates on its side, and its magnetic field is lopsided – it’s off-centered and tilted 60 degrees from its axis. Those features cause the magnetic field to tumble asymmetrically relative to the solar wind direction as the icy giant completes its 17.24-hour full rotation.

Rather than the solar wind dictating a switch like here on Earth, the researchers say Uranus’ rapid rotational change in field strength and orientation lead to a periodic open-close-open-close scenario as it tumbles through the solar wind.

“Uranus is a geometric nightmare,” said Carol Paty, the Georgia Tech associate professor who co-authored the study. “The magnetic field tumbles very fast, like a child cartwheeling down a hill head over heels. When the magnetized solar wind meets this tumbling field in the right way, it can reconnect and Uranus’ magnetosphere goes from open to closed to open on a daily basis.”

Paty says this solar wind reconnection is predicted to occur upstream of Uranus’ magnetosphere over a range of latitudes, with magnetic flux closing in various parts of the planet’s twisted magnetotail.

Reconnection of magnetic fields is a phenomenon throughout the solar system. It occurs when the direction of the interplanetary magnetic field – which comes from the Sun and is also known as the heliospheric magnetic field – is opposite a planet’s magnetospheric alignment. Magnetic field lines are then spliced together and rearrange the local magnetic topology, allowing a surge of solar energy to enter the system.

Magnetic reconnection is one reason for Earth’s auroras. Auroras could be possible at a range of latitudes on Uranus due to its off-kilter magnetic field, but the aurora is difficult to observe because the planet is nearly 2 billion miles from Earth. The Hubble Space Telescope occasionally gets a faint view, but it can’t directly measure Uranus’ magnetosphere.

The Georgia Tech researchers used numerical models to simulate the planet’s global magnetosphere and to predict favorable reconnection locations. They plugged in data collected by Voyager 2 during its five-day flyby in 1986. It’s the only time a spacecraft has visited.

The researchers say learning more about Uranus is one key to discovering more about planets beyond our solar system.

“The majority of exoplanets that have been discovered appear to also be ice giants in size,” said Xin Cao, the Georgia Tech Ph.D. candidate in Earth and atmospheric sciences who led the study. “Perhaps what we see on Uranus and Neptune is the norm for planets: very unique magnetospheres and less-aligned magnetic fields. Understanding how these complex magnetospheres shield exoplanets from stellar radiation is of key importance for studying the habitability of these newly discovered worlds.”

Current Mood

*turns off light switch* flIP ON A SWITCH
*punches wall* AND EVERYTHINGS FINE
*kicks down door* NO MORE LIPS NO MORE TOUNGE NO MORE EARS NO MORE EYES
*rips shirt off* THE NAKED BLUE ANGEL
*opens blind* WHO PEERS THROUGH THE BLINDS DISAPPEARS IN THE GLOOM OF THE MIRROR BLUE NIGHT
*turns on phone flashlight* AND THERES NOWHERE TO HIDE FROM THESE BONES IN MY MIND

taz tag bingo:

  • whining about how meeeean everyone is re: white and green taakos
  • “why does everyone hate the glorification of a man who traumatized a main character and also murdered forty people. These Damn Oversensitive SJWs.”
  • whitewashing canon poc characters
  • “why does everyone like taakitz they’ve only been on one date, as opposed to my favorite ship, taako/brad –”
  •  magnus shipping
  • “taako isn’t a good person he [list of behaviors caused by trauma] and [list of petty crimes that haven’t hurt anyone]” 
  • “lucretia is evil”
Evanesce of Ruin | M

“We can finally be together, now.” His happy tone was soft, lowered even, inching closer to you while resting his hand on your thigh.

Originally posted by snugglysoju

Précis; Love or lust, a mystery to all; and a broken meaning to one.

Note: Inspo from my best friend’s experience! *cries* I’m a horrible person lmao | Words ➳ 8.8k

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a sprinkle of fluff. Smut.


Like an ocean’s wave rolling onto the sand as they both intermingled before the water came crashing back to it’s home, is something that heavily contradicted within your life.

Broken words, fruitless promises and a devotional mirage painted with deception behind a thin foggy layer was something you didn’t even bother to acknowledge; only believing in the words he muttered to you while he kept you in his arms, only thinking positively and never even giving a second thought on how cruel the world could actually be when it had your feelings on the palm of it’s hand.

And here you were, dropping your bag on the floor of your apartment while releasing a sigh of relief, only ever wanting to sink into the confines of your bed with your lovely boyfriend by your side. It was past midnight, and you could only yawn as you walked down the hallway of your home, soon hearing persistent soft tapping against the walls from inside your bedroom. Frowning, you began to walk faster down the hallway, wondering why your roommate had the audacity to bring someone into your room to fuck on your bed..or whatever they were doing.

Once you reached the bedroom door, you had imagined ripping the door knob off and blasting it open, only for your hand to hover over it. Your heart sank, the voices muffled behind the other side of the door surely not sounding like your roommate at all; and you could only imagine what could be on the other side. But it was impossible, right? It had to be someone else, you wanted it to be someone else but the worry began to overwhelm you and before you knew it, the anticipation crawling throughout your skin turned the doorknob before you softly pushed the door open.

Peeking inside, you could only see the alabaster glow from the moon seep through the sheer curtains, illuminating the shimmery bodies intermingling with one another. Legs spread open before him, his head stretched all the way back while laying against the headboard with shut eyes as his mouth was opened, breathy moans swimming past his lips. He held onto her waist tightly as she bounced on his lap, her breasts ricocheting within the air as one of his hands quickly reached for one before he would smother it in his hands as if it were silly putty.

She was vocal, that was a fact that was implicated into the air and your bed was moving slightly from the conspicuous licentious commotion happening upon it’s fluffy tousled blankets and tangled sheets. Breath caught in your throat, you felt tears beginning to overcloud your vision but you willed them away; quickly reaching for the light switch before you were all blinded by the luminous glare.

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{I think this is like the my first contribution to the VLD fandom/LANCE and also, I don’t know much about heterochromia, contact lenses and spectacles so gotta suck it up, if anything} {Oh, warning: bad english because it isn’t my first language so yeah and this is going to be a really, really long post}


-Since Lance was young, he has been very conscious about the condition he was born with; heterochromia but what made it worse for him was that his left eye seemed to be in an uncommon shade of turquoise/blue(??) and kind of look like it is capable of glowing in the dark (yeah, he figured he can see clearly in the dark which was an advantage but again, it can glow like a fucking light bulb, how much more scared and insecure can my son be?) 

-His condition kinda scared his younger siblings at first which made him insecure about it although later on, they were fine with it

-So he began wearing contact lens in his left eye when he started going to high school because his schoolmates teased and bullied him for that before 

-His contact lens color is the same as his right eye which is a shade of very dark blue to the point it looks like an extension of his pupil (I know I messed it up in my art I guess lmao)

-For years, he went on with it then in the middle, his eyesight started to go bad so he needed spectacles

-And he was also teased for that so he had to get new contact lenses but still keep the old ones and a pair of spectacles with him, just in case

-This went on from high school, to the Garrison, and then, Voltron period started (Hunk only knows about the glasses since Lance can’t keep wearing his contact lens all day long and for some time, he struggled to keep his heterochromia secret going on)(Lance was right, Hunk’s the best of friends he could have asked for, for keeping his glasses thing a secret)

-One day, after another day of battling the enemy and saving a planet from their attack, Lance found his left eye exposed and contact lens missing 

-He panicked at the realization of only having that one contact lens with him because he left the extras on Earth when they had to leave. he didn’t think of it much at that time until then

-It was time for dinner and Lance wasn’t at the table to join the rest of team so when Hunk looked for him, he heard Lance’s voice from inside Blue 

-Lance said he wasn’t hungry so without needing to see his face, Hunk left Lance while the blue paladin has been going around for hours looking for his contact lens, thinking it came off during the battle

-Later on, Lance starts to cope himself up in his room once his insecurities started to overwhelm him and he was torn between wearing his glasses or just stay in his room to avoid seeing the rest of the team 

-After avoiding the team for almost two weeks except when there’s a mission (he leaves his room late at night to get food and wakes up early to hang around in Blue’s hangar all day long so he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else in the castle when they are under attack or got to their Lion), Pidge came barging into his room one evening

-Fortunately, Lance could cover his face the second she came in but after some shouting from Pidge and plenty of obviously pointless excuses from Lance, Pidge decided to drag Lance without bothering to ask him to stop covering his face (surprisingly, she’s really strong despite being the smallest of them, minus the mice)

-The group plus Allura and Coran have gathered in the room when he got there with Pidge, one hand still covering the left side of his face

-Lance finally removed his hand but only to close his eyes

-He told Hunk he lost his contact lens but then for the first time in forever, Hunk scolded him saying nothing matters anymore(his glasses issue) but knew Hunk did so because he was really worried

-Lance then agreed to Hunk and put on his glasses which he kept hidden in his jacket but still had his eyes closed which now still confused everyone including Hunk

-After thinking and making decisions in his head for a few minutes, Lance discreetly opened his eyes, subconsciously opening his left eye slower than the other

-As expected, the team looked at him in surprise and strangely, but was his turn to be confused when he saw Allura and Coran’s faces: their eyes were glistening with tears and beaming with excitement

-Not long after, Lance was confirmed to somehow be half-Altean when Coran made Lance undergo a test on himself and explained that Alteans have a medical condition similar to human’s (the one where your eyes can glow in the dark like animals’) but the condition made the eye glow brighter for Alteans 

-Weeks after the incident, Lance wore new contact lens, made by using Altean tech because he wasn’t used to looking at his eyes bare naked in front of the mirror and exposed to everyone (he’s still trying though)

-Also, being taught and guided to turn into his Altean form by Allura over the past few weeks, now Lance is stuck with having glowing freckles, which is another condition he could have inherited from his predecessor and is very rare (remember that starry freckles trend? yeah, close to that but literally glows in the dark) other then having the same Altean marks Allura and Coran have on his cheeks (THIS ISN’T EVEN HIS LAST FORM)


Bonus:

-Honestly, Pidge finds it interesting so she switches the lights on and off a lot just to watch him glow in the dark

-Hunk keeps spares of Lance’s contact lens for him, just in case things happen again

-Keith sometimes find himself staring at Lance (because who could have known he had a thing for freckles lmao)

-Keith’s situation could be merged with Shiro because damn, y’all and your ships. 

-(While maybe Shiro has a thing for Lance in his round glasses *dokidoki @ the sight of Cuban megane boi when he first walked into the room that night*)


I don’t mind anyone using this as reference or something as long as they tell me in some kind of ways so I am aware of them using it

I know I suck at writing so there you go

Good day :D

Addition (It’s really not necessary depending on how you wanna do it/Im just having fun): WARNING: SHANCE Lance: Wow, I didn’t realise I was training with my glasses on. It felt uncomfortable but it didn’t fall off though??? Shiro: *in his mind* Let’s bring it up a notch; Try riding me with it on.
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Vampire! Yoongi

words: 2,981

genre: pure smut and some fluff if you squint

warnings: some degrading, explicit content (but isn’t that why you’re here?)

summary: you were supposed to get married off to a prince, not be sacrificed to Lord that just so happens to be the ruler of the Demonic World.

Waking up to the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen wasn’t exactly the best thing, but then again, it wasn’t the worst. Letting out a deep sigh, you got out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen, preparing for the worst. Upon stepping into view, your eyes widened at the sight. 

“Where is she?”

Pure bloods. One of the absolute worst kinds of being: they’re vile, ruthless. complete savages. They care for no one but themselves. Being the most feared, they walk the grounds as if they own it. It was only natural to obey them, either that, or die. Dressed in black from head to toe, you could help but pathetically let out a whimper in fear. Your father had blood dripping from his head, staining the marbled floors that he had worked so hard to put together, despite not bathing in riches like the other men in the village. Your sisters had already been married off to wealthy young men, unlike you who verbally and physically showed defiance to marrying a man who you did not know anything about. You would get beaten relentlessly, saying that you’re selfish for not sacrificing yourself for the sake of your parents. But you didn’t care. They treated you like shit so that’s all they were going to get. They never loved you, only the two women that came before you. Even though you were polite and obedient, they took advantage of your kindness and forced you to do everything they were able to do themselves. Soon enough, you grew out of the habit of being a sweet little girl. Now, you were deemed as a rebellious, wild, young woman who can’t be tamed. 

“She’s not ready for the Lord! We are still preparing her.” your father gasped for air as he let out a string of curses.

Dropping to the ground, you hid behind the wall, holding your breath as you watched the scene play before you. 

“He wants her. Now.” 

A hand clasped over your mouth, dragging you out from your corner. Thrashing relentlessly, you bit the hand and was harshly pushed to the ground in return.

“Found the little bitch hiding.” the man spat, glaring at you who was near tears as you stared them in the eyes.

“What do you want with me?” you said through gritted teeth.

“Your dear father didn’t tell you?” he looked over at your pathetic excuse of a guardian. “He signed you off to the Lord in return for a large sum of money. Exciting, isn’t it?”

A flash of fear swept over your features as you backed up, only to bump into another one of the Pure bloods.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll finish you off very quickly.” he flashed his fangs before fisting your hair, slamming your head against the ground which knocked you unconscious. 


The throbbing in your head caused you to eventually wake up only to find out that you were no longer at home, but in the home of a demon. You grabbed the sheets in anger. 

How dare they sell me off?

You were fuming with anger and sadness, but more importantly, you were starving. The room was dark, the only source of brightness being the moonlight that ever so gently shone from behind the sheer curtains. Not only had you been passed out the entire day, but you had never been so unproductive in your entire life. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to be living like this. Once again, you fearlessly crawled out of bed, groping the walls in hopes of finding a light switch. The room was big enough for at least two people, yet here you were, all alone. Finally, your hands found its way and flicked the switch, causing your eyes to be blinded by the bright light that consumed the darkness. 

 You gasped in shock. The room was beautiful, astonishing, everything you never had. It was what you dreamed about and more. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing before your very own eyes, but you knew that you were nothing more than a pawn in the devil’s game. Scanning the room, your eyes fell upon the victorian dress that hung gracefully over a chair, matched with glossy black heels and a large variety of jewelry. Crests of gold mixed with burgundy lured you closer and closer. The material was silky smooth, specks of lace here and there. Looking in the mirror at your dirty, ripped clothing, you sighed in defeat as you got ready to shower and so forth.

If I’m going to die at the hands of a demon, I might as well look good while at it

Henceforth after getting cleansed from all the dirt residue that lied beneath your fingernails and in the creases of your hair, you carefully dressed yourself in the dress as well as the heels. Splattering a small mist of perfume, you disregarded the jewelry, believing it was a bit too extravagant for someone as poor as you. You wanted to look beautiful, but you didn’t want to fake it all for the sake of someone who was going to kill you by the end of the night. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath as you swung the door open only to be met with a seemingly never ending hallway full of large paintings on the walls. Observing each and every one as you made your way down, you overheard someone talking and felt eager to follow through. Turning the corridor, you saw two men standing around, talking to one another. Smiling, you began to approach them, eagerly waving as you had done so. 

“Last time I checked, she was asleep.”

“Is she as pretty as everyone’s been saying she is?”

“Of course. The Lord always chooses the best, it just sucks that she’s gonna die soon.”

“It happens all the time.”

You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your feet. Of course they were talking about you, but you didn’t want to hear those words fall out of their mouth. By the time you glanced back up, they were gone. Once again, you were all alone. A hand snaked its way around your waist, lips only a centimeter away from your ear as the figure spoke.

“Come with me.”

A chill traveled down your spine as you hastily agreed, despite not knowing what was to follow. He gently grabbed your hand, leading you down an unfamiliar hallway. You walked slowly behind him, observing everything that surrounded you. Sure, you were going to die, but you wanted to at least take your time and live the moment. You stepped into a room, mouth agape as you looked around. It was at least twice the size of your so called room. You didn’t have much time to play scavenger as you were softly plopped onto the bed. Your eyes finally met with his.

Lord Yoongi. 

People would shake at his very name. He was feared by all and of course you knew that. You felt that fear, but at the same time, you were so intrigued by him. His pale skin that contrasted against his dark hair made his features stand out even more.  Your breath hitched in your throat as he caressed your cheek. The thought of being killed by his hands was enticing. His scent was ever so addicting and god forbid the smirk that fell upon his face.

“I’m sure you know what you’re here for.”

You nodded before responding in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I am to be sacrificed to you in return for money. I am going to die by your hands.”

He gave you a blank stare before erupting in laughter and as much as you loved the melody of it, you couldn’t help but visibly show your confusion.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“W-What?”

“You’re not supposed to die, silly. It defeats the whole purpose of bribing your father just for you to be here. I wanted you.”

“I-I heard people talking in the hallways about how I was just like every other girl.. I’m supposed to be killed like them.”

A flash of anger replaced his gummy smile, his eyes darkening at your comment. “They only died because they were weak. I tried marking them, but they were not the one.”

The one?

“I’ve been searching for my soulmate.” He bluntly admitted, staring into your shaky eyes. 

Of course.

Everyone was so obsessed about finding their soulmate. There was no marking or whatsoever to indicate who belonged to who. You’re supposed to just feel it. Your heart is supposed to jump out of your chest the moment you found the one. Every moment with them is supposed to be pure bliss, a feeling that can never be substituted by anything else is this god forsaken world. 

“Why do you care about soulmates?” You asked, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was my mother’s dying wish and I am to grant it.” 

“Then do what you have to.”

A sudden determination consumed your fear as you looked him dead in the eyes. 

“I can’t just bite you for goodness sake.” Yoongi chucked. “I have to deflower you first, are you okay with that? I don’t want to hur-”

“Okay.” You interrupted, wanting nothing more than to be even closer to him.

“Okay?” Yoongi looked at you as if you were some kind of alienated beast sitting before him.

“Do it.” 

“It’s going to hurt.” He warned.

“That’s okay.”

“You might die.”

“I’m fine with that.”

Yoongi laughed, clearly amused by your sudden responses, “Why do you want to die so bad? You’re at the peak of your youth, you should consider yourself lucky.”

Frowning, you fiddled with your hands as you averted your gaze, “I have nothing else to live for.” 

With that, Yoongi’s lips came crashing down on yours. His sweet taste overwhelmed your senses, leaving you wanting for more. You cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck, unsure if you were allowed to. His touch sent tingles down your body and god it loved you so much. His raspy, shaky breath turned you on. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“This,” He pointed to your dress, “is getting in the way.”

In the blink of an eye, he had ripped it off, causing you to whine, “I really liked the design!”

“If you live, I’ll give you more than just that.”

At this point, you were dripping wet. Just his voice alone makes you moan. Yoongi stopped touching you, taking the time to observe your godly figure. His hands ran over the small creases in your palms. He looked at the way your lips were shaped, how you had done your hair, the way your boobs were spilling out of your bra. Feeling as though you needed some sweet relief, he unclipped your bra without a moment of hesitation and watched as they bounced in slow motion. Gasping as your skin came in contact with the cold air, your felt yourself getting more aroused within each touch. 

“Please, Lord Yoongi. Don’t make me wait too long.” You begged, giving a small pout which made Yoongi look at you in amusement.

“Patience, my love. I want to savor every moment with you.” His words melted your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be touched by his long, slender fingers. “Call me Yoongi.”

With one hand fondling your breast, his lips connected with yours once more as his free hand found its way in your underwear. Arching your back in pleasure, Yoongi smiled at the thought of pleasing you, wanting to do more and more just for you.

“You like that, baby?” Yoongi whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, “You like the way my fingers pump in and out of your tight pussy, hm?”

You were overwhelmed with all the pleasure he was giving you and only moaned loudly in response. He made his way down until his face was infront of your sex. Blowing softly, you jolted at the sudden action and whined.

“P-Please, Yoongi. I need you.”

“I’m right here, baby.” He teased, licking your clit as he continuously fingered you.

“I need you inside of me!” You nearly screamed as he added another finger. 

You don’t know how long he was doing this, but all you knew was that you were going to come very soon.

“Almost there, baby. Come for me.” He said, sucking on your clit as you clenched around his digits. 

Moaning loudly, you finally gave in. Chuckling at your response, Yoongi licked his fingers clean before undressing himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of his bulge, gently grasping it in your tiny hands.

“May I?”

Your words made him groan. “Be my guest.”

With that, you slowly tugged down at his boxers, allowing his member to break free. Your eyes widened at the sight, you knew he was big, but he didn’t know he was this big.

“I-I don’t really know what to do.” You admitted, slowly twisting as you stroked his length.

“F-Fuck, you know what you’re doing.” He threw his head back and shut his eyes in pleasure.

Satisfied with his response, you carefully licked the tip before taking him by surprise as you shoved his entire shaft in your mouth. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he let out a sound of pure bliss.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” 

You chuckled in return, the vibrations from your mouth only making him more aroused. 

“I can’t take it anymore!” Yoongi claimed, pushing your back on the bed, aligning himself at your entrance. “Baby, this is gonna hurt, but be a good girl and take it all in for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You looked into his eyes and shook your head, “Please, Yoongi. Make love to me.” 

Yoongi leaned down, kissing you as he shoved his shaft inside of you causing you to gently bite his lip. It was excruciatingly painful, but you endured it for Yoongi. You wanted to please him and if this was one way to do it, then so be it. You don’t know why, but all you wanted to do was make him feel good. From the moment you locked gazes, he was all you wanted.

Starting off with slow thrusts, Yoongi let out a string of curses before quickly apologizing, “I’m going to go faster, so let me know if it’s too much for you.” 

You gripped the sheets as he pumped in and out of you at the speed of lightning. The pain disappeared and now, you were left on cloud nine. His dick filled you whole, but it wasn’t enough. Pulling out, he placed one of your legs on your shoulder and shoved himself back in, causing you to scream in delight. You weren’t even aware that it was possible to go so deep.

“Scream my name, baby. I want to hear you scream.” Yoongi practically moaned into your ears.

“Fuck,Yoongi!” You began chanting his name as if it were some ritual, unable to get enough of him, despite being deep in your pussy.

“Don’t clench around me. I don’t want to cum so fast.” Yoongi whined.

“I’m going to come soon, so might as well, baby.” 

Upon hearing your nickname for him, Yoongi sped up. You were so close and you could tell he was too by the look on his face and grip around your waist. If you were to survive, you swore that you would wake up with bruises around your hips. 

“Almost there, baby. Come on!” Yoongi thrusted even harder, the sound of his dick slapping against your ass echoed in the room.

You were sure people could hear the sound of you two having sex, but you didn’t care. If you were going to die, then you wanted to go down in history. Mustering all the strength in your body, you took Yoongi by surprise as you flipped him around and momentarily straddling before you began riding him.  Reaching up to fondle your boobs, you moaned as you roughly grinded your hips against his. 

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi thrusted once more, causing you to yelp as you arched your back in pure pleasure. 

Yoongi sat up and pounded into you, the sound of your wetness splashing all over his thighs as he relentlessly made love to you. With one last powerful thrust, you simultaneously came. Panting in exhaustion, you moved the hair away from your neck, allowing Yoongi to finish the process.

“Bite me.” 

With his shaft still buried deep inside of you, he connected his forehead with yours and smiled before saying, “Even if you turn out to not be my soulmate, I want to you to know that I love you, despite not knowing you for that long.”

You laughed at his remark before reciprocating his affection, “As romantic as it is, if I had really met you like I had now, I would have prayed to the heavens that you were my soulmate.”

Yoongi leaned in and gave you one last kiss, the feeling of his lips still lingering on your lips as he pulled away. You closed your eyes shut as he softly pecked your neck, gripping on your waist as your fisted his hair. Then, he sunk his fangs into your delicate flesh, allowing the blood to drip down your naked body. 

Cancer - Baby’s Breath 

Cancer is associated with the mildew milk of the moon casting shadowy illuminations. The gloss of the moon is dusted on her body like lunar body butter, she is so safe in a dwelling where the light is only half switched on. We course deeper and deeper into the Cancer spirit, expecting to extract only darkness. But the deeper we go, the more light that seems to glow. There is a row of piano keys as you caress her memories, there is a lamp that echoes down blackened chambers, there are lunar rabbits hiding, and the sound of crying. Cancer was anciently inscribed as the scarab beetle. The scarab beetle was revered and sacredly recognised as sun, our internal sun, the heart. Cancer reflects the beams of moonlight in preparation of the light of Leo, so the activity in Cancer is illumination at its most pure. She is the esteemed mother, ultimate creative source energy. And she is also the cherished child, because Cancer does not become the mother without a child to nurture. The child within Cancer reminds her of that vulnerable innocence that cannot be destroyed. This child carries a light lantern around her heart that shimmers like the scarab’s sun. The Mother Goddess in Cancer is a formidable figure of biological and spiritual activity, the waters that birth and cradle all life. But there is different sort of light or essence in Cancer, one that the inner child refuses to let go of. It is her intimacy with this internal child, the scarab, that gives her the anointed and sacred mother’s touch. The scarab was anciently regarded as a ‘very tiny cosmos’ as it symbolised entrance into the material universe. This ‘tiny cosmos’ is still active inside Cancer. It’s why she can believe that mermaids exist and immerse herself in make believe. It’s why she can enjoy simple pleasures like colouring in and eating cookie dough. Mother and Child divided and reunited by light itself. 

-C.

[artist: mark ryden Art]

❝ I didn’t want to lose you...  ❞

Plot: Jungkook thinks you are cheating on him but in reality it’s something else entirely.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words Count: 2,5k+

Genre: Slightly angst / Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

‘Okay and then move your leg this way, Y/N.’ A voice instructed.

‘Like this, Hoseok?’ You asked, doing as he said.

‘Perfect.’ A smiled adorned his face.

You and Hoseok took up residence at one of the dancing rooms inside BIG HIT. You had been perfecting some choreography with him since he was a dancing machine. Both of you practiced long and hard, but only when he had free time so that meant it was mostly in the evening or weird times during the day. The melodic beat filled the room as you both got into position, starting to dance. The dance was an intimate one, and one you knew your boyfriend knew very well. There was much holding and touching involved. Your body moved to the beat as you got lost in the music, finishing off you both panted just as your phone rang.

‘Hello?’ You answered, short of breath.

‘Jagi?’ A voice asked, ‘Are you okay? You sound short of breath.’

‘I’m fine Kookie,’ You smiled at your boyfriends concern, ‘What’s up?’

‘Are you busy tonight?’ He asked.

Seok threw you a towel, to which you used to wipe the sweat from your neck, ‘I am with Hoseok oppa.’

‘Again?’ You heard him whining and couldn’t help but chuckle at his childishness.

‘Yeah ummmmm, he is helping me with something.’ You lied, biting your bottom lips, ‘Listen I have to go, bye!’

With that, you ended the call and held the phone against your chest and let out a sigh. You hated lying to him, but you wanted this to be a surprise. You wanted to show him that you really cared about him and what he did. You were a pretty great dancer, but nothing compared to BTS. Pulling the phone away from your skin, you looked at the lock screen shining at you. It was a picture of you and your loving boyfriend of a year.

‘Why are you not telling him the truth?’ Hoseok asked, pulling you out of your train of thought.

‘Cause I want this to be a surprise.’ You reminded before pouting ‘Please don’t tell him? PRETTY PLEASE!?’

‘Aish, how can I say no to that face!’ The dancer grabbed you in a playful headlock and ruffled your hair as the both of you laughed.

Your friendship with Hoseok was something of a best friend and brother all wrapped up in one. He was always there to listen to you rant and willing to lend a helping hand. After another hour, you both finished up and you grabbed your things and headed home. Pressing the code to open the door, you walked in and removed your shoes before placing your bag down. Walking to the kitchen, you saw some food laying on the counter and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘You pabo.’ You chuckled, grabbing the stuff and preheating it.

Sitting down, you all but scoffed the food down. You hadn’t eaten all day and this food made your body feel a whole lot better. Placing the dishes in the sink, you walked to the bedroom and saw Jungkook passed out. You figured he wanted to spend the night here and not the dorms. Walking to the bed, you stroked his head before going to the bathroom. You left a trail of clothing leading to the shower before putting the water on and stepping in. The warm water soothed your muscles as you ran your hand through your hair, just as a cold wind hit your back.

‘You are so beautiful…’ A husky voice whispered in your ear.

You smiled to yourself, ‘Did I wake you?’

‘Yeah but I am happy you are finally home.’ His fingers travelled around your skin, ‘Why were you so late?’

‘I was busy.’

‘With?’

‘Things’

You trailed off as you got lost in his presence. You loved the way he made your body feel. Just his simple touch made your skin feel like fire. His hands rested on your hips as he massaged circles on your hip bones. You pressed yourself against him but your tired body refused to become active. Pushing yourself away from him slightly, you turned to hold his face in your hands.

‘Not tonight,’ You pressed your forehead against his.

‘Why not?’ He asked.

‘I am tired. Can we please just finishing showering and go to bed?’ You asked, looking at the disappointment in his eyes.

He nodded his head and allowed you to peck his lips. Both of you got out the shower, dried off and changed into some clothing before crashing on the bed. He held you close that night, as if he was going to have you ripped from his hold. Soon the night turned to day and you left for gym at 5am and left him alone in bed. This routine followed for weeks to a point where he was just spending his nights at the dorm.

‘Yah!’ Yoongi scolded, ‘Will you get off the couch and go outside like a normal human?’

‘I left the dorm this morning.’ The younger corrected, not even looking at the rapper.

‘Going to work isn’t ‘leaving’ the dorm, Jungkook.’ Yoongi scolded, ‘And show some respect when talking to your elders.’

‘Sorry hyung.’ He continued looking at the TV.

The elder just sighed in irritation and walked to the kitchen. He found Jimin and Namjoon talking about something that seemed more interesting then his dead maknae on the couch. Walking to the fridge, he opened it to grab a bottle of water before walking up to his other members. Jungkook remained in the lounge with a vacant look in his eyes.

‘What’s up with the maknae?’ Yoongi asked, opening the bottle and taking a long drag of water.

‘Beats me,’ Namjoon stuck his head out and spotted the younger on the couch, ‘He has been like that for weeks. He goes to work and then comes back and does nothing all day.’

‘What about Y/N?’ Jimin asked, ‘Surly he goes to see her?’

‘Not that I know off.’ The leader sighed, ‘I wonder what’s up with him.’

‘Here’s an idea, ASK HIM!’ Jimin smacked the side of the elder’s head, ‘What type of leader are you!?’

‘Fine fine, I am going. Aish this kid!’ He rubbed the spot that was assaulted, walking to Jungkook, ‘Why so down Kookie?’

The younger stood up and walked away from his leader just as he heard Yoongi shouting from the kitchen, ‘Has anyone seen Seok!?’

‘He said he is with Y/N!’ Jin shouted from his room, causing Jungkook to tighten his hand into a fist.

There was something that Jungkook was, and it wasn’t a jealous man. He trusted Y/N with everything yet he started to doubt the trust. Every time he phoned, she was busy or with his fellow member. Walking into his empty bedroom, he slammed the door and pulled out his phone. Hitting dial, he waited for the other side to pick up.

‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’

‘Oh hey, Kookie,’ You panted hard, ‘With Hoseok.’

‘Why are you panting?’ He asked.

‘Oh ummm-’ The call cut.

At that moment, every possible scenario that ran though his head was that of his lover with another man. The idea of another touch your skin, kissing your lips or even pleasuring you in anyway caused him to build with rage. Grabbing his hoodie and mask he ran out the dorm. He drove to your apartment and waited there for you. Pacing up and down, the hours ticked by before he heard the door open and close.

‘Where have you been?’ He growled through the darkness.

‘Oh my god!’ You screamed, ‘What are you doing here in the dark!?’

‘Answer my question.’ He walked towards you as the lights switched on.

‘I told you I was with Hoseok.’ You removed your hoodie, ‘I did tell you this.’

‘Why did the call cut?’

‘My phone died.’

‘Are you cheating on me?’ He question blunt, causing you to chuckle, ‘Is this funny?’

‘Well your question is, yes,’ You smirked, ‘I am not cheating on you, Kookie.’

‘Then what!?’ He finally snapped, ‘You spend more time with Hoseok then with me. You never want to be intimate with me and I am fucking tired of having a RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR VOICEMAIL!’

‘I have just been busy,’ You shrug, ‘I am tired and not in the mood to fight with you. I have told you I am not cheating on you so take it as you wish. Now you either come to shower with me and then sleep or you go back to the dorms. Which do you pick?’

With that, he pushed pass you and slammed the door shut. You knew you should run after him and clarify this whole mix up, but you were tired and this wasn’t the first time he accused you of cheating. You were close to Hoseok, everyone knew that, but Jungkook had other plans floating about his handsome head. Sighing, you went to put your phone on charge before showering and sleeping. Tonight you were exhausted and the comfort of your bed had you drifting to sleep in a split second.

‘Where is he?’ The younger came bursting through the door, ‘WHERE?!’

‘Yah! Stop shouting you brat,’ Namjoon scolded, ‘Where the hell where you to begin with?’

‘At Y/N’s,’ He fumed, ‘You told me to leave the dorm, so I did, now where is Hoseok?’

‘I believe it’s hyung to you, mister,’ Said male walked into the lounge, fresh out the shower in some new clothing, ‘What’s up Kook?’

In a split second, Hoseok found himself stumbling back from an impact on his jawline from his maknae. It was a hard punch, but nothing to leave a large bruise or any damage. The elder’s quickly grabbed the younger before he could go in and add more issues to the situation. Jin held onto the younger who tired to break free from his elder’s grasp. He kicked and screamed, trying to get free from the hold.

‘What the fuck, Kook!?’ Hoseok yelled.

‘Are you fucking my girlfriend?’ He demanded, ‘Tell me now before I have to beat the shit out of you!’

‘What? No!’ He defended, getting to his feet.

‘Then why are you spending so much time with her and at the most random hours!?’

‘I ummmm we are just hanging out.’

‘DOING WHAT?!’

Hoseok knew he should tell the younger everything, but he promised you that he would keep this all a secret. A secret he was willing to keep even after being punched in the face. After much screaming, the members restrained Jungkook and all but locked him in his room to calm down. Namjoon checked Hoseok for any damage before they all went to bed with Yoongi letting the younger out later due to him needing to pee. The rapper all but warned him to not lay a finger on Hoseok as he slept.

‘Why don’t you tell him,’ Hoseok asked, ‘Like he did accuse you of cheating.’

‘Which he has done before.’ You placed your bag on the floor, ‘He will understand once this is all done.’

‘I guess.’ The elder sighed, pulling his cap lower and restraining himself from telling the tale of last night, ‘Ready to start?’

‘Yeah,’ You beamed, ‘The other’s gone home?’

‘I think so.’ He smiled, music blaring through the studio.

Meanwhile, a distressed maknae walked through the halls. He knew he should go home, but he was still pissed off. All day his hyung’s scolded him about wanting to kill Hoseok. Before everyone left, he noticed that his elder had booked out a dance studio for the night. Everyone else had gone home from his group so he figured it was a perfect time to get his proper answer. Walking down the halls, he bumped into Leehyun.

‘Not gone home yet, Kook?’ The elder asked.

‘No,’ He faked a smile, ‘I am looking for Hoseok, have you seen him hyung?’

‘Hoseok?’ He repeated, ‘I saw him in the dance studio a few seconds ago, he is with your girlfriend.’

‘Y/N?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, they were busy…’ The fellow lablemate trailed off as he saw that younger storm down the hallway, ‘I will never understand kids these day.’

Going back to his business, Jungkook stormed down the narrow walk way. He followed the noise of the music and was about to burst in, when he noticed the door slightly opened. The music had stopped and his eyes grew large in size as he saw you in the arms of Hoseok, with your legs wrapped around his waist. Both of you were panting and were about to speak when the door swung open with a loud noise.

‘So you are fucking her and you using the dance studio to cover up the noise!’ Jungkook accused, ‘Do you need me to punch you again, Hoseok?’

‘Fucking? Punching?’ You got out of the elders hold, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Oh I see you haven’t told her.’ The younger fumed, about to lunge at his hyung but was stopped by you standing in front of the dancer, ‘Now you defending him!?’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!’ You shouted.

‘This!’ Your boyfriend pointed at you and Hoseok, ‘I know you are sleeping with him!’

‘Why the hell would you think that!?’ You demanded, before looking at Hoseok, ‘What happened last night?’

‘How about you remove that hat hyung, instead of hiding behind it.’ The younger smirked.

‘Jungkook punched me last night,’ The hat was removed and revealed a slight purplish mark on the dancer’s jawline, ‘He has this bizarre idea that I am fucking you so will you PLEASE TELL HIM WHAT IS HAPPENING!’

‘Oh god,’ You touched his jawline, causing him to flinch, ‘You are an idiot, Jungkook! I am not sleeping with him!’

‘THEN WHAT!’ He screamed.

‘Please tell him before I start having a phobia of him wanting to suffocate me in my sleep.’ Hoseok pointed out.

‘He has a point.’ The younger chipped in causing you to roll your eyes.

‘He was teaching me a choreography you idiot! I have been spending my free time learning the moves because I wanted to surprise you with it. I wanted it to do something we could do together and have you be proud of me!’ You explained as he stood there motionless.

The younger seemed to be paralysed as he heard you confess everything that now made sense in his head. The position he saw the two of you in now made sense and so does the late night sessions. He himself knew how busy the group was and that late evening seemed to only be their escape and rest time. He mentally slapped himself fifty thousand times before grasping you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

‘I am always proud of you baby, not matter what you do.’ He whispered.

‘Yet you punched your hyung and accused me of cheating.’ You scoffed sarcastically, face smushed into his chest.

‘I am sorry, you know I am impulsive.’ He confessed, ‘I just didn’t want to lose you…’

‘And you wont, but you just have to trust me, okay?’ You asked, looking up at him.

‘I will trust you from now on, I promise and I am sorry.’ He kissed your forehead.

‘And no punching your hyung’s!’ You scolded.

‘And no punching my hyung’s….’ He repeated like a child.

‘Good boy!’

The Only Exception (Part 10)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,937 (End!)

Warnings: language, fluff, it’s an innocent lil epilogue

A/N: Sorry I get so cheesy in this space. Thank you to the people who encouraged me along the way, most of you total strangers who didn’t need to stop and take time out to do so, but did it anyway because you’re good people. Thanks to the other writers who sympathized with and cheered for me, I adore you. This is dedicated to you empathetic, beautiful people.

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June 10, 2017 Full Moon in Sagittarius

The Sun is in Gemini which makes this month’s Sagittarius moon cycle a Full Moon. This is because Sagittarius is the duality of Gemini.

This is a mentally oriented axis so it illuminates the
mind and touches a wealth of ideas and mental rituals that must be
cleansed and rinsed away by healing moon water. With the Moon in Sagittarius the feeling of wanderlust sets in as we long to escape to exotic
locations, and we can walk the tightrope of oppositions and do this in the splendorous Gemini mind, filled with rollercoasters and cerebral delight. 

The mind is alive tonight. Wisdom from the coalescing of the lower (Gemini) and higher (Sagittarius) mind as they become one, like the wholeness of the full moon. Everything about this opposition longs for unity and relationship. We hear that it’s all too easy to lose your bearings under the hypnosis Full Moons, this may be especially accelerated by the manner in which this axis touches the mind. 

The inner light is switched on here, especially in the mind, as soul and body take flight into the lilac cleanse of the moon. Emotions
are satiated by learning and laughter. Because the wise come to realise everything in life has a comedic light, and God is laughing
because look at our own life, it is all such a joke. Hermes and Zeus are reunited. They are shapeshifting and flying through stormy and sunny skies together, across horizons, and through to the gentle bliss of Venus in Taurus. We could dissociate, the lines between the unconscious, conscious and subconscious are blurred as we drift in and out of reverie and thought dancing with the divine.
The lure to drink and dance in hallucination calls, and under the Full Moon the dissolution between worlds seems a most splendid
lunar celebration. Sagittarius will shoot for the heavens, and land on the sun, and divine faith and thought can shatter the laws of physics all together.

Remember to cleanse your crystals <3

C. 

Wrapped Around; pt.6

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 11.8k words 

Originally posted by shinevmin

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

A/N: hur hur finally!!! I always feel horrible for making y’all wait for a month for each chapter haha. also, im running out of appropriate vmin gifs lmaooo

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5

Previously…

Jimin silently stuffs a spoonful into his mouth and although he had no appetite, the mere thought of this being something you made is enough to push him to forcefully swallow it. He thinks perhaps if he ate enough of it, it could help fill the vague emptiness he felt in his chest but he knew that only one thing could do that and that was you.


“So, he went to the ball with this Mina girl?” Solji asks, her voice slightly fuzzy over the phone speaker.

You let out a low hum of agreement, sinking down onto your bed, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“Because she asked?”

“Yes,” You sigh, setting your phone next to your head after selecting the loudspeaker option on your screen.

“And you had a week to ask him to the ball but you didn’t?”

“Well, I mean… yeah… but whatever, that’s not my point,” You groan. “My point is that he slept with Mina.”

“And is that a surprise to you? You really can’t blame him can you?” She asks. “He probably waited for you to ask him out to the ball and when you didn’t, he assumed you weren’t interested and went for someone else who was.”

“But I am interested,” You grumble, running your hand over your face in frustration.

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