make my feet run

The Wetter the Better

this is a short blurb based off of this ask and also this ask :) 


Waking up next to my boyfriend of more than a year was something that never got tiring. Hearing him stretch and yawn out of his sleep, watching him twist and turn his half naked body in noisy grumbles as he fought off the need to actually get up out of the bed….it was one of the best parts of my day. But waking up next to my boyfriend, who was more than eager for his first day visit to the Masters, and seeing him doing a silly shirtless snapchat that he would send out to all his fans, now that was something that would never get old.

Rolling over in the bed to face him, I watched him pull a funny face into the snapchat camera, my hand cupping over my lips as I struggled to contain my giggles. He was the biggest goofball, mostly saving it for me, but every once in awhile he’d share his silliness with the world and that made me love him even more. But also I couldn’t help but want to poke fun at him for it. When he finally finished his early morning gift to his fans, he tossed his phone down to the end of the bed. “Mornin’, love,” he mumbled out to me, eventually slinging his arm around the dip in my waist over the covers and nudging my sleepy frame towards his.

I breathed out a smile. “Giving your fans a little treat, huh?”

“Shit, I’m excited, baby,” he mentioned as he shrugged his shoulder and turned the one corner of his mouth down, “and I do what I gotta do to keep ‘em on their toes, you know that.”

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These last few days have been difficult and I’ve wanted so much to contact you… I haven’t of course because I know that I can’t, but that old familiar feeling is there and I’ve had to fight so hard not to give in to it.
I suppose it’s only natural in times like these… when the ground feels like it’s crumbling under my feet it makes sense that all I want to do is run back to the last solid stable thing I can remember. There’s so much going on and so much going wrong … and as always you’re the only one I want to turn to.
But I remind myself that it’s not an option anymore, no matter how difficult life gets. You are no longer a part of my life, so no matter how frightened I am or much it feels like the whole world is crumbling away beneath my feet – I cannot run to you.
You are no longer my safe place, my confidant or my salvation…
I must learn to stand on my own two feet again
—  Ranata Suzuki | I stand alone
Safe Place - Luke Hemmings/(Y/N) Series - Part One

Okay, so a few of you said you’d be interested in reading my series that I wrote a few months back. So here it is :) I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think <3


Luke’s POV

I walk down the familiar hallway to my flat, my feet bouncing with excitement as I make my way through the run-down building. The boys and I have just finished a press tour to promote our next album, but thankfully, I wasn’t gone very long. It was a few weeks in LA, a week in London, and a week in Australia, which comparatively speaking isn’t too bad. I see our door down at the end of the never-ending hallway and my heart skips a beat.

I’m not so much excited about being back in my apartment as I am to see my best friend and roommate, (Y/N). We’ve been best friends since secondary school, and when she turned eighteen we decided to get an apartment together. In all honesty, it’s mostly her apartment since I’m gone most of the time, but I still pay half of the rent. When the band first started to get big, I had planned on just saving my money and getting an apartment somewhere in America like New York or LA. But after she finished high school, (Y/N) asked me to be her roommate, and I just can’t say no to her.

A smile forms on my lips as I finally reach the door. I notice that it’s cracked open very slightly and I freeze for a moment. I check my watch and see that it’s only 11 AM, so (Y/N) should still be at work. I begin to brace myself to attack the intruder until I smell burnt food wafting from the kitchen. At that point I know it must be (Y/N) because despite her many talents, she is a terrible cook.

I very carefully push the door open and walk through the living room. Just seeing our old couch and tv makes me smile even wider. I really have missed being here. I drop my bag near the edge of the living room and head toward the kitchen. I have to stifle a laugh when I see (Y/N) dancing around the kitchen with her headphones in while she stirs something on the stove. I casually lean against the doorframe and wait for her to notice my presence. After a few more minutes of jumping around and quietly singing along to the music in her ears, she finally turns around. Her eyes go wide and she immediately drops the spoon that she’s holding and it hits the floor with a loud clang. She glares at me as she pulls the headphones out of her ears and places one of her hands on her heaving chest.

“You can’t scare me like that, Hemmings!” She breathes as a smile stretches across her lips.

Before I even have time to respond, she lunges toward me. I’m able to catch her just before we both go toppling to the ground. She wraps her arms around my beck and buries her face in my shoulder.

“I missed you,” I say once I’ve steadied myself.

I feel her nod against my shoulder. “You can’t leave me for that long ever again,” she whines.

She says this every time I come home, and sometimes I wish I could just stay here with her all the time, but I know I can’t. She loosens her grip on me and I gently set her back down on the floor.

“Have you been working out?” She asks as she reaches out and squeezes my bicep. “You used to struggle to hold me like that,” she teases.

“Please,” I snort. “You weigh like two pounds. Even weakling Luke could pick you up with no trouble.”

She smiles, and I swear the whole room gets brighter. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen, and it never ceases to knock me off my feet.

“It gets so lonely here at night,” she says as her smile suddenly fades. “The other night, oh my gosh, I almost had a heart attack. There was this creaking noise…” her voice seems to fade out as my eyes focus in on the hint of a bruise that’s fading underneath her right eye. “…I pick up my hair dryer and start walking around the apartment looking for intruders and-“

She stops talking when she sees me staring at her.

“What?” She asks, laughing nervously.

“What happened to your eye? It looks bruised,” I say as I reach out and brush my fingers over the fading yellow spot.

A shiver runs through her as soon as my hand touches her and her eyes immediately fall to the floor.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes suddenly unable to meet mine. “I did that at work the other day.”

She’s never been a good liar, and I’ve known her long enough to know when she’s trying to cover something up.

“Oh yeah, that riveting library job,” I say sarcastically. “Must get pretty crazy in there.”

She lets out an insincere laugh as she turns back to face the stove. “Speaking of work,” she not-so-subtly changes the subject. “I took the day off so that I could be here when you get home. I wanted to make you a special dinner for your grand return,” She says, gesturing toward the burnt food on the stove. “However, after three attempts, I’ve begun to realize that I simply can’t cook.”

I laugh as she turns the stove off and officially admits defeat.

“So, pizza?” She asks.

I nod. “Pizza sounds good.”

She picks up her cell phone to order the pizza and I grab my bags and carry them to my room. I open the door and am met with a perfectly clean bedroom, which I know for a fact is not how I left it. (Y/N) must’ve cleaned it while I was away. She steps into my doorway a few minutes later as I’m beginning to put some of my clothes away.

“You could at least fold your clothes before you put them in the dresser,” she sighs, a small smile still on her lips.

I roll my eyes playfully and attempt to fold the shirt in my hands before giving up and shoving it in the drawer with everything else. She laughs.

“Oh, I don’t know if you have plans tonight, but Jonah is coming over for dinner,” she says, sitting down on my bed and folding the rest of the clothes that are in my suitcase. I guess she got tired of watching me messily shove them away.

I try to keep the disgust off of my face as she mentions her boyfriend, Jonah. I know I should be supportive of her relationship since she’s my best friend, but I just can’t. She deserves better than him. He’s not a terrible guy, but he’s just not nearly good enough for her.

“I was actually just planning to sleep,” I admit. “Jet lag is starting to hit me.”

I could be imagining it, but I swear her smile falters ever so slightly when I say that, but she nods.

“So you and Jonah just try not to make the bed creak too much, huh?” 

The words taste like vinegar coming out of my mouth. I can’t believe I just make a joke about her having sex with that idiot.

She tenses up at my attempted joke, and she suddenly stands up and walks toward the door.

“I’m gonna go wait for the pizza,” she says. 

Something is definitely off about her voice. Did I offend her somehow?

“(Y/N)?” I ask, but she’s already out the door.

Something has changed since I left; something big.

Thorns (Part 1)

Eric X Rose

Part 2, part 3, Part 4

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Cheers and screams fill the air as another Erudite girl lets her blood drip into the water. My breathing hitches as I wipe my sweaty palms on my brown pants. As the girl takes her seat with her family, my name is called.

“Rose Kane.” Blood pounds in my ears as my shaky legs carry me to the hardest decision I will ever make.


The knife is cold and heavy in my hand. I stand in middle of all the bowls, not daring to look back at my friends and family, afraid I will change my mind if I see their smiling faces.

Pressing the sharp tip of the knife to the center of my palm, I press down. Slowly I drag the knife across my palm, not caring about the pain; its nothing in comparison to the anxiety and adrenalin pumping through my system. Taking the knife away I stare at my palm, watching the blood pool against my pale skin. I know I’m spending more time then normal to do this, but I can’t bring myself to choose.

Someone clears his or her throat, trying to tell me to hurry up. I don’t breathe, I don’t close my eyes; I just stand there and watch as my blood drips onto the sizzling coal.

The left side of the room that holds the Dauntless faction erupts. Its not often Amity transfer to them; they are complete opposite factions and hold values that differ vastly.

Walk over to my new family, I am afraid to turn around and see my old one. Taking a seat, I avoid looking across the room; instead I stare at my hand, rubbing the cut on my palm, wondering what initiation would be like.

Surprisingly a girl named Beatrice transfers from Abnegation, which is not as rare as someone transferring from Amity, but she might get more hate for it. Abnegation has been talked about a lot recently; mostly saying that they are unfit to be the government for everyone. There was even a rumor circulating for a while that the leader of abnegation used to beat his son, Tobias. 


I remember Tobias from school. I was younger than him, but I always had a giant crush on him. One day he bent down to grab something, and his shirt rode up, showing a large bruise on his lower back. I always believed the rumors were true since that day, but I never told anyone what I saw. As I got older and the rumors continued I always felt guilty for not helping him, for not telling anyone. I feel I could have saved him, but didn’t. I know he transferred to dauntless, I over heard my parents talk about, since they are leader of Amity, they know a lot about other factions as well. It’s not reason I decided Dauntless was right for me, but I hope I see him and get to apologize for not doing anything.


The ceremony was over, and we were all dismissed. The Dauntless born of course took off running to the trains, while us transfers try and keep up. Suddenly they all slow down, they don’t come to a complete stop, but they start launching themselves at a metal post. Climbing as they whoop and howl in laughter. Beatrice and I stand together at the bottom. I have climbed trees all my life on the farms; this was easy for me. What keeps me at the bottom is Beatrice’s face. She looks scared and unsure.

“Look, climbing isn’t that hard. Don’t think about the ground, focus on moving up.” She just nods clearly still unsure. “I’ll go first, just copy what I do step for step.” I don’t give her time to chicken out; I place my hand on the first run, and pulled my self up. Step after step I make it half way up. Glancing down I see Beatrice following just below me. “You’re doing great!” I shout down at her. She looks up at me, grinning. We make it the rest of the way up, and I lend her my hand, pulling her to the platform.

Just as Beatrice gets to her feet, the platform starts to rattle. The train is coming. The Dauntless born starting running as the train comes around the corner, faster than it looked when I would watch it at school. Beatrice looks at me for guidance. “I have never jumped on I a moving train before.” having to yell over the wind, I decided to follow what the Dauntless born are doing, and motion for Beatrice to follow me.

My feet pound the metal runway, adrenalin once again flows through my veins as wrap my fingers around the door handle. Throwing my body into the train, I land on my right side, sending a shooting pain down my arm. Looking at the door I realize Beatrice isn’t on the train yet. Scrambling to my feet, I see she is just a step or two away from being able to grab the handle. Grabbing the handle on the inside wall. I extend my left arm out for her to grab. Her hand wraps tightly around my forearm.

Using all my strength I pull Beatrice into the cart with me. Lying on my back, I grab my right shoulder. I have only felt this kind of pain once. When I was about five I fell out of an apple tree and dislocated my shoulder. Thankfully there was some adrenalin still in my system, otherwise I would be crying in front of all the other initiates.

“Thank you.” Beatrice sits up. Taking another breath I a sit up with her, and place my back on the train wall to stabilize myself. “I’m Beatrice.” She holds her hand out. I grasp it limply, mostly because I was in pain and could barley raise my arm.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” We both start laughing at the absurdity of the last ten minutes. I hold my shoulder as we sit and talk. A condor girl named Christina joins us as well. I think I just made my first friends.


  It’s not long before people start to move around. We hear someone shout about jumping, and the three of us go to see what the commotion is all about. Sure enough, a little further up people are launching themselves onto a roof. Some of them are graceful while they rolled, some are even so good they just land on their feet and walk it off. While Beatrice and Christina contemplate the fact that they will have to jump, I am trying to figure out the best way to land as to do the least amount of damage to my shoulder.

Christina and Beatrice grab each other hands, planning to jump together. Beatrice extends her hand to me, and I just shake my head. I don’t have time to explain that I couldn’t, I can’t move my arm. Beatrice looks a little hurt at my refusal.

Taking a few steps back I start running and leap over the large gap. My feet hit first. I tried to make it so I could stay on my feet and just run it off, but the impact caught me off guard and I summersaulted forward.

Lying on my back, I hear Christina and Beatrice land behind me, laughing. My breath was caught in my throat, and I brought my hand over my shoulder. The pain was white hot down my arm, I might even pass out its so bad.

Christina and Beatrice walk over to me, Crouching down they ask if I was all right. The wind was still nocked out of me, so I could not speak. Worried looks took over their faces, as they looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“Initiates, gather around.” I can’t see the person the voice belongs to, but it sounds strong and demands everyone to follow its instructions.

Everyone does what the voice says, murmuring a little, until falling silent under what I would assume is the gaze of a terrifying man.

“You two, what are you doing? Come over here now!” The voice barked; causing Beatrice and Christina to part, showing me to person the voice was coming from.

I try to sit up. I have a feeling the person attached to the voice would cause me more pain than my shoulder if I didn’t.

Struggling, the girls step aside as a tall, well built man walked over to us. Looking down at me, I make eye contact with his striking blue eyes. The blue looked almost unreal, but the look behind them brought me back to reality, as they looked ready to murder.

“Get up initiate.” He commands at me. Trying my hardest I make it to my knees, when his patience runs out. Grabbing me by my shoulder, I let out a scream I didn’t even know I had in me. He immediately releases me, leaving me on my knees.

Crouching down he inspects me shoulder, then without a word, snaps my shoulder back into place. My forehead hit the ground as I gasp in a breath, trying to breath through the pain.

“Stand up.” He commands at me again. This time I hold my shoulder and stand. Lifting my head I look him in the eyes once again, glad I haven’t cried yet.

He places his large hand on the middle of my back, and leads me to front of the pack. Standing next to a raised ledge. He begins to speak, while I stood by his side.

“Initiates, my name is Eric and I am a leader here at Dauntless. Behind me is the way in.” He gestures behind us to the giant black hole in a roof.

“Is there water at the bottom or something?” A tall Erudite boy speaks up.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Eric smirks, enjoying everyone’s discomfort. “Now, luckily for everyone there has already been a volunteer to jump first.” Everyone starts looking around at each other, wondering who is going to step up.

Eric turns towards me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Your up Amity.” He nods to the ledge. I don’t argue, I don’t speak, I just step up onto the ledge.

Looking down I don’t feel any fear, surprising even myself. Taking a step off I start falling. Despite the pain in my shoulder I start to smile. It feels so freeing to fall like this.


Landing on something that absorbs my impact, my smile is gone as my shoulder screams in protest. Staring at the sky above me, a noise makes me turn my head, seeing I’m on a giant net; suddenly it dips, and someone is pulling me off it.
Once my feet are on the ground I look up at the hands that pulled me off it.

“Name?” Tobias stares at me waiting for my answer. Shocked at seeing him, I don’t say anything. “Come on name? And choose wisely, you can’t change it after.” Looking at the ground I consider his question. I don’t want to be anyone new. I am still me, which will never change.  

“Rose.” I say strongly. Tobias’s head turns slightly, maybe he recognizes me.

“First jumper, Rose!” He shouts out, and cheers erupt around me, revealing people I never knew were there.

Beatrice comes down next. She changes her name to Tris, but  I am too busy staring at Tobias to care. Tris and Christina talk, while I am thinking of how I am going to talk to Tobias, when Eric jumps down, landing on the net. He rolls off himself, refusing help from Tobias, who barley offers any to begin with.

“Okay, new transfers go with four.” He points to Tobias. That must be his new name down here. I’ll have to remember that.

“Dauntless born your with Lauren.” Everyone starts to follow their leader when Eric wraps his hand around my right arm, holding me back. Four notices this and stops, turning to Eric with an annoyed look on his face.

“She is coming with me.” Eric says with no explanation as to why. Four looks like he is about to argue with him, and then decides against it.

Turning around everyone follows him once again, leaving me alone in the dark with the terrifying Dauntless leader.

My emotion has no more room in this body. It tingles out of my hands, changes my vision like colored lenses, makes my mind dream when my body is asleep, makes my feet walk when my heart is running, makes my heart stop. Beauty is not love. Fear is not love. Tenderness, however, is everything.
- B. E. Barnes

Run (Taehyung)

Angst
Wolf Au (thought I would just do one for everyone)
5622 Words

“Make me run more, let my feet rip apart with wounds.”

Summary: Taehyung had become stronger ever since he found his mate but sometimes he forgets that she is just a mortal who could break apart with just one shove from him. Not being able to keep track of all the accidental black and blue marks he had planted on her body, he decides to leave for her own good. 

She gasped for breath as she tried to push Taehyung’s heavy frame off of hers. 
“Stop it!” she laughed and tried to shove him off with his legs. He shot her his signature cheeky grin and continued to tickle her mercilessly. 
“What does this teach us?” he cried poking her sides. Her hair was sprawled everywhere on his white sheets; tears were forming in the corner of her eyes from laughing too much. 
“I won’t eat the last slice next time!” she said in between breaths of air. Taehyung beamed loving how big her smile was and how pure the moment between them was. If he could make her laugh like this and smile this hard every second of the day, he would die happy. He decided to torture her for another minute before releasing her. He gripped one of her arms and relentlessly tickled her underarm. As the two continued to play. Taehyun forgot how much stronger he was compared to the girl. In fact, he was getting stronger ever since she became his mate. 

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Even if I extend my hand, the dream that shatters in. Even if I run like crazy, I’m only in the same place. Just take me, alright push me to the side more. Make me run more, even if my two feet are full of wounds.

Last week I slept a combined total of eight hours within the span of
Sunday to Saturday and I love the way my fingers wanna curl around everything
they know they can’t keep, they’re damn children asking asking asking
for things they can’t have

My mom told me she missed me and I told her goodbye and I’ve never been
good at missing anything other than the past and that’s all fine that’s all 
great that’s all whatever it is

I’m waiting for the moment where the clouds frantically run away and the
sun shines and the idea pops into my head and everything makes total sense

And my feet are tired of running but that’s okay because callouses don’t
complain after a while and maybe
neither will I.

Truth is, you know, I love this. [….] This is what makes me feel alive! Running, thinking on my feet, quick decisions, tactics! When they said the other week that, with luck, the zombie war would be over… you know, I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was a little disappointed. Wouldn’t you miss it, Five? I know you would. (x)

(ft. Stana Katic as Runner 8, Sara Smith)

[LYRICS] RUN by BTS

Korean

넌 내 하나뿐인 태양 세상에 딱 하나
널 향해 피었지만 난 자꾸 목말라
너무 늦었어 늦었어
너 없이 살 순 없어
가지가 말라도 더 힘껏 손을 뻗어

손 뻗어봤자 금세 깨버릴 꿈 꿈 꿈
미칠 듯 달려도 또 제자리일 뿐 뿐 뿐
그냥 날 태워줘 그래 더 밀쳐내줘
이건 사랑에 미친 멍청이의 뜀박질

더 뛰게 해줘
나를 더 뛰게 해줘
두 발에 상처만 가득해도
니 얼굴만 보면 웃는 나니까

다시 Run Run Run 난 멈출 수가 없어
또 Run Run Run 난 어쩔 수가 없어
어차피 이것밖에 난 못해
너를 사랑하는 것 밖엔 못해

다시 Run Run Run 넘어져도 괜찮아
또 Run Run Run 좀 다쳐도 괜찮아
가질 수 없다 해도 난 족해
바보 같은 운명아 나를 욕해

Run
Don’t tell me bye bye
Run
You make me cry cry
Run
Love is a lie lie
Don’t tell me don’t tell me
Don’t tell me bye bye

다 끝난 거라는데 난 멈출 수가 없네
땀인지 눈물인지 나 더는 분간 못해 oh
내 발가벗은 사랑도 거친 태풍 바람도
나를 더 뛰게만 해 내 심장과 함께

더 뛰게 해줘
나를 더 뛰게 해줘
두 발에 상처만 가득해도
니 얼굴만 보면 웃는 나니까

다시 Run Run Run 난 멈출 수가 없어
또 Run Run Run 난 어쩔 수가 없어
어차피 이것밖에 난 못해
너를 사랑하는 것 밖엔 못해

다시 Run Run Run 넘어져도 괜찮아
또 Run Run Run 좀 다쳐도 괜찮아
가질 수 없다 해도 난 족해
바보 같은 운명아 나를 욕해

추억들이 마른 꽃잎처럼
산산이 부서져 가
내 손 끝에서 내 발 밑에서
달려가는 네 등 뒤로
마치 나비를 쫓듯 꿈 속을 헤매듯
너의 흔적을 따라가
길을 알려줘 날 좀 멈춰줘
날 숨쉬게 해줘

다시 Run Run Run 난 멈출 수가 없어
또 Run Run Run 난 어쩔 수가 없어
어차피 이것밖에 난 못해
너를 사랑하는 것 밖엔 못해

다시 Run Run Run 넘어져도 괜찮아
또 Run Run Run 좀 다쳐도 괜찮아
가질 수 없다 해도 난 족해
바보 같은 운명아 나를 욕해

Run
Don’t tell me bye bye
Run
You make me cry cry
Run
Love is a lie lie
Don’t tell me don’t tell me
Don’t tell me bye bye

English

You’re my one and only sun, the only one in the world
I’ve bloomed in the direction of you but I keep becoming thirsty
It’s become too late, too late
I can’t live without you
Even if my branches dry out, I extend my hand with even more strength 

Even if I extend my hand, the dream dream dream that shatters
Even if I run like crazy, I’m only only only in the same place
Just take me, alright push me to the side more
This is the race of someone who’s crazy and stupid because of love 

Make me run more
Make me run more
Even if my two feet are full of wounds
Me, who smiles even when I just see your face

Run run run again, I can’t stop
Run run run again, I have no choice
In any case, I can’t do anything but this
I can’t do anything besides loving you

Run run run again, even if I fall down, it’s alright
Run run run again, even if I get a little hurt, it’s alright
Even if I can’t have you, I’m ok
The fool-like destiny curses me

Run
Don’t tell me bye bye
Run
You make me cry cry
Run
Love is a lie lie
Don’t tell me don’t tell me
Don’t tell me bye bye

They say that it’s all over but I can’t stop
I can’t tell if it’s sweat or tears anymore, oh
My bare love and the typhoon winds too
Just makes me run more, with my heart

Make me run more
Make me run more
Even if my two feet are full of wounds
Me, who smiles even when I just see your face

Run run run again, I can’t stop
Run run run again, I have no choice
In any case, I can’t do anything but this
I can’t do anything besides loving you

Run run run again, even if I fall down, it’s alright
Run run run again, even if I get a little hurt, it’s alright
Even if I can’t have you, I’m ok
The fool-like destiny curses me

Like a flower whose memories are dry
All broken into pieces
From the tips of my fingers, from underneath my feet
Behind my running back
As if chasing a butterfly, like wandering through a dream
Following your traces
Please tell me the road, please stop me
Please let me breathe 

Run run run again, I can’t stop
Run run run again, I have no choice
In any case, I can’t do anything but this
I can’t do anything besides loving you

Run run run again, even if I fall down, it’s alright
Run run run again, even if I get a little hurt, it’s alright
Even if I can’t have you, I’m ok
The fool-like destiny curses me

Run
Don’t tell me bye bye
Run
You make me cry cry
Run
Love is a lie lie
Don’t tell me don’t tell me
Don’t tell me bye bye

Trans cr; Mary & Sihyun @ bts-trans
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[160124 2ND MUSTER] BTS' letters to ARMYs

To ARMY,
I’m writing this letter to everyone with a selfish mind.
The winds are chilly, is everyone’s health and mind well?
When the wind blows, I think of you guys. Although I’m weak, somewhere in my heart feels reassured. I hope my existence is how that feels to all of you too. Even if many difficult and sad situations happens around us, I hope you will forget that we’re life’s hostage, smile a little and continue to run forward. The thorny bush and (rough) waves (in life) will make you feel the pain, but I believe that it won’t hurt the deep (inside) part of our hearts. Whether it’s the road we’ve been running together, or the road we will run, we have a long way ahead of us.

Sending with my sincerity - RAP MONSTER

To ARMY,
Our ARMYs! Our lovely ARMYs!
I really hope that our ARMYs could just walk on the flower path.
Sometimes when I read ARMYs’ posts about going through hard times, my heart hurts. I wish you will always walk on the flower path.

- JIN

To ARMY,
There were no days without worries.
I was nervous and worried everyday and I was anxious about the future so I couldn’t even sleep. But now (it’s different) because I have you guys.
I love you and thank you.
Our ARMYs, let’s go on together for a long long time!
AJA AJA BBUNG BBUNG!!

- SUGA

To ARMY,
We’ve been receiving love from ARMYs for the past 2 and half years and came this far. Instead of just receiving, I think now it’s time for you guys to accept (my) love filled with all my heart. I love you ARMY. ♡♡ -3-

- J-HOPE

To ARMY,

It seems that I’m always smiling because I’m with you guys. Seeing myself smiling because of you guys, I often think about wanting to make you smile and happy. I want to continue to make beautiful memories with you guys in the future just like now.
Please stay beside me. Thank you.

- JIMIN

To ARMY,

Make me run, make me run more. Even if my feet are full of wounds, at least I can smile when I see you~ ♫ Woo~
I’ll become Superman for our ARMYs and I’ll always show you the pretty side!
Thank you~

- KIM TAEHYUNG

To ARMY,
Thank you so much for staying by my side until I escape from my teen years. I hope that our ARMYs will stay by our side, even when we rise higher (in the future). I love you. ♡

- JUNGKOOK

Cr. Vacherinn
Trans: KIMMYYANG

You & Tequila

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: smut… and angst??

Notes: This is the smutty drabble I promised Friday. it actually turned out a lot longer than I had planned, and its my first go at some slight angst? I was inspired by You and Tequila. I HIGHLY recommend listening to this song before you read. It’s beautiful. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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ADORABLE CHERIK DREAM LAST NIGHT

Low self-esteem disabled!Charles and his dick of a boyfriend were at this posh gala thing and the boyfriend rammed Charles’ chair into the corner of a buffet table, knocking a big stack of silverware onto the floor, then stormed off in a huff, embarrassed, so that when everyone turned around to see what the noise was it looked as if Charles had wheeled himself into the table

Erik came over and used his power to float all the stuff back into place no fuss

Later he overheard the dick boyfriend playing the sensitive-carer card to hit on a woman, with a bullshit monologue about how difficult his life is supporting Charles, within earshot of Charles himself

and Erik then spent the rest of the night coming on to Charles hardflirting mentally with him right in front of the dick boyfriend and listing reasons why he should totally dump the dick boyfriend and go out for coffee with Erik instead and by the time they left he was mentally reciting his phone number really loud ^_^