pink is your colour

aesthetics for the signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

cancer: the colour blue, grocery shopping, holding hands, love confessions, cherry blossoms, sexual tension, making bad decisions, motorcycles, coffee shops, cotton candy, spicy food, sweet talking your way out of things.

leo: long eyelashes, dimples, the feeling of freedom, dancing without a care in the world, buying clothes without looking at the price, lattes, face masks, sharp eyeliner, waterfalls, smirking, making people jealous, blankets fresh out of the dryer.

virgo: campfires, stargazing, old books, rainy days, modern buildings, a steamed up mirror, the rooftop of a building, breathless laughter, the glow of your phone at night, dipping your feet into a swimming pool, a shy kiss on the cheek, glittery eyeshadow.

libra: having someone play with your hair, flirty texts, the colour pink, red roses, high heels, long hair blowing in the wind, hands on your thighs, scented candles, being complimented, kissing someone you like for the first time.

scorpio: spending all your money on concert tickets, bruised lips, getting drunk for the first time, pressed flowers, glitter, polaroids, red lipstick, laughing at 2am, whispering secrets, piercings, making eye contact with someone you like.

sagittarius: an adrenaline rush, ignoring texts, knee high socks, smashing a window, staying out until 5am, freckles, stickers, the colour yellow, cursive writing, museums, laughing at silly jokes, discussing conspiracy theories.

capricorn: city skylines, chocolate, red wine, being pampered, lace bras, silk robes, bubble baths, smelling flowers, bubblegum, piano music, rose petals on silk sheets, expensive perfume, driving down an empty highway at 3am.

aquarius: coloured hair, hot chocolate, a field of flowers, taking long showers, smiling until your cheeks hurt, drinking with friends, the sound of a movie quietly playing in the background as you fall asleep.

pisces: hickeys, ripped denim jackets, bumble bees, rain gently pattering against your window as you try to fall asleep, fluffy clouds, receipts, sunsets, biting your lips, messy eyeliner, discovering new places, scented candles.

Aesthetics For The Signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

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🌸 affinity potion 🌸

a little glamour spell to attract attention and platonic / romantic love 🌷

time: this spell is best performed on a friday!

gather: jasmine oil, fresh flowers (the best to use would be lilacs, rose petals or jasmine flowers), rosewater

🌷 place your fresh flowers in a clear bowl

🌷 add 1-2 spoonfuls of rosewater

🌷 add 9 drops of jasmine oil

🌷 stand with your hands over the bowl and visualise pink light flowing into the        bowl

🌷 dab behind your ears and any pulse points

you should be aware of the pink light - concentrated at your pulse points - colouring your entire aura!

student! taehyung smut

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

word count: too bad to even bother knowing 

tags: fingering, exhibitionism(?), public stimulation, bathroom sex


maths class bored you to tears. your teacher droned on continuously. it was like being stuck in a horrible weekly loop of monotonous voices.

but today’s class had peaked your interest as a new kid had joined the class.

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‘’- You mentioned something about being in love?’’

A/N: Almost a year ago I was the queen of angst but here we are and another fluff bomb is thrown your way. I hope you enjoy! This isn’t my best piece but I just wanted to share something with you guys to make up for the lack of my presence for so long. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Sometimes you find someone that feels like the perfect piece to your puzzle, realising that secret relationships are a slippery slope when you live in an intense environment like begin an Avenger. 

Warnings: Fluffness overload

Word count: 3300

Originally posted by little--batman

There’s that feeling of safety, a luxury you weren’t privileged of experiencing very often, for either of you. Wrapped in Bucky’s arms, his deep breaths fanning down your neck and leaving a tingling sensation on your soft skin as he pulls you closer to his broad figure, ensuring that there isn’t an inch separating you from him. His lips finding themselves ever so often on your body for gentle feather light kisses to assure that you were his, and he was yours. Like two puzzles finally fitting together, your own little secret. 

Soon his sounds of slumber lull you to sleep, his arms framing you and shielding you from the usual night terrors. He was the calming of the storms in your heart, just as you were to his, a shelter you had so desperately searched for. These nights were your safe havens, your break from the taunting lives you lived, with each other there to distract from the haunting memories of your pasts. 

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Me? Draw in a consistent style??
Me? Draw more than just same person over the course of two months??
I think not…

I haven’t posted any art here for while. It’s okay. You only missed some @ogchanyt fanart.

Still Of The Night • Theo Raeken

Originally posted by alfatwolf


Prompt: You are the only human girl in the pack and you saw one of the ghost riders. Theo stays with you to protect you as the pack goes out to find them.

Warning: Sexual content (oral, male on female and female on male, pain kink)

You were the one who saw the ghost riders. The terrifying sight of the black eyes, the sealed mouth and the grey, wrinkled skin was still burned into your retina and you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night, bathing in sweat because of the nightmare.

As the pack was going out to stop the wild hunt, you needed to stay behind, but you wanted to help so dearly. You couldn’t, because you were the only human girl in the pack. Well of course Lydia was there, but she was a Banshee and still had the power you didn’t have.

You needed protection from the wolves in the pack and you had stubbornly said that you could take a baseball bat in your hands like Stiles did, but since you were only 5’1, the ghost riders could crush you before you had lifted the bat.

Scott smiled, but shook his head as you were all gathered in his house. “This is an order, you’re staying here, Malia…”.

“I’ll stay with her”. Theo offered, a smirk tugging on his lips as he looked over at you. You rolled your eyes as Scott nodded in approval. They still didn’t like Theo very much and that’s probably why they all agreed to him staying here.

The others went out of the door and you were left with the golden eyed wolf. Theo Raeken is handsome, you must admit, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to spend a whole night with him.

You both did whatever you wanted, Theo plopping down on the couch to watch some television, he didn’t seem to be very bothered about the things that were going on outside with those supernatural creatures.

You sat at the kitchen table with a book and a small light, not really reading the words on the paper, but looking over the edge of the book to stare at him. Theo grinned as he felt your eyes in the back of his head, hearing your heart beating faster as he glanced over his shoulder.

You dug your teeth in your lower lip as he moved his arm to rest over the couch, muscles rippling beneath his shirt.

Theo stood up and flashed a grin at you, walking upstairs to which you assumed the bathroom. You needed to take some fresh air so dearly and if you went outside after all, you’d search for Scott and the rest of the pack.

You closed your book and patted over to the front door, looking over your shoulder to make sure Theo was still away. You looked at your hand that was closed around the doorknob.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”. Theo’s low voice in your ear, breath ghosting over your neck as you were pressed up against the wooden material by his taller and stronger body. “N-nowhere”. You stuttered.

“Good girl”. He muttered, letting you turn around. Theo’s eyes lit up in the dim lighted space. The golden irises staring at you and seeing every detail of your face. His canines where slightly and it didn’t scare you at all, you were actually more turned on by it.

The wolf tipped his nose in the air a little and smirked. “Is that arousal, baby?”. He purred, nose dipping down to your neck now, sniffing up your skin. Theo groaned at your delicious feminine scent mixed with your arousal.

You were a bit shaky as Theo looked into your eyes, the golden eyes fading away, showing his just as beautiful blue orbs.

You tugged your lip between your teeth as you had some sort of stare down, but he couldn’t control himself and smashed his lips onto yours. You whimpered at the way they melted together and Theo soon ran his tongue over your lips.

You automatically parted yours to let him deepen the kiss. Theo got your waist with a firm grip and you yelped as he picked you up. You locked your ankles behind his back and let him take you with him to the couch.

Theo gently laid you down on the soft cushions, as if you were a porcelain doll. Theo’s eyes darkened at your smell and he hovered over you. The wolf created a path of fire down your neck, making sure to suck on your pulse.

You were dying to see what was underneath his shirt and your nails slightly scratched his skin as you rolled the hem of his shirt upwards. You got slightly up and pushed him down to sit on the couch and crawl into his lap.

Theo helped you by lifting his arms and you groaned at the flexing muscles. Theo grinned and tugged at your shirt as well, throwing it somewhere in the room. Theo’s lower lip was between his teeth at the sight of your full cleavage and a bulge was poking your thigh.

You pressed your hips down onto it and it made him let out a low grunt. You moaned at the friction it gave you as well and you grinded a couple times more. “Stop it”. He groaned. You didn’t stop as it felt too good.

Theo grabbed your throat and you jumped slightly by the action. “I said stop it”. His eyes boring into yours and you nodded quickly, unbuckling his belt to reveal the boxer covered cock in his jeans.

You palmed him through the material and you were content with the hiss he let out. Theo licked his lips as your hand passed the elastic band of his underwear. You pushed the cotton down till you saw his erected cock, the mushroomed tip a flush pink colour.

“It’s all yours tonight, doll”. Theo said, swallowing the moan he wanted to let out by the way you looked up at him, fluttering your lashes.

“Oh I’m pretty sure it is”. You said, grinning as your tongue lapped a stripe over his length. Theo shivered and collected your hair in his fist. You slowly sucked on his tip, still sitting on his legs. Your other hand disappeared into your own panties and you giggled at the confusion in his eyes.

Your fingers were wet by your arousal and you wrapped your hand around his length. Theo never expected you to do that and he moaned at the action, brows knitted together.

“Oh, yes”. The wolf growled and tugged on your hair a little harder. Your tongue lapping at the thick vein on the underside got him moaning your name and his breath slightly panting as you let him go. Theo quickly got rid of your jeans and flipped you around.

His hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra and his mouth went straight to your nipple, red lips wrapping themselves around the nub. Theo looked up at you as you whimpered, pushing your hips upwards against him.

The wolf smirked and softly grazed your nipple with his teeth, moving over to do the same to the other. Your hands found his styled hair and your fingers moved through the dark hair. His nostrils were filled with the smell of your pooling heat and he took a shaky breath.

“You smell so goddamn good”. Theo groaned, dipping his finger into your heat.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing yourself further onto his finger. Theo ripped your panties off as they were in the way of his fingers.

He tried his best to keep control of himself as his tongue lapped at your folds and your moans echoed through his ears. You looked down at the boy between your legs, mouth delved into your heat and it felt so amazing.

“D-don’t stop, Theo. Please”. You begged, your fingers twisting themselves in his hair. He swallowed hard before continuing, his eyes lighting up in that gorgeous golden colour.

Theo took a break to let his lips wander to your thighs and his lips pressed kisses to your delicate skin. You took a sharp breath as his canines grazed your inner thigh and he sucked on it to make sure it wouldn’t hurt you.

You almost came at the sight and when his lips wrapped around your nub of nerve endings, you were send into an euphoria. “Oh my god, Theo”. You cried out, wanting to close your thighs around his head.

Theo hovered over you again, pressing his lips roughly to yours as he got rid of his own jeans as well. He groaned as he stroke himself a few times and you could taste yourself on his lips. His eyes found yours to search for something, hesitation or doubt maybe.

But the only thing he could see was the want and the need of him in your eyes and he could smell how turned on you were and with that, he pushed into your slick heat. Theo watched your close your eyes and throw your head back with a grunt.

“This is exactly what you want, isn’t it princess?”. Theo asked with a grin on his face, hips snapping forward. A loud moan was your answer and you wrapped your arms around him.

You looked down at where your bodies connected and then looked up to see his face. Theo was so beautiful. Thick eyebrows knitted together in concentration and his muscled arms next to your head. The whimpers you let out were like music to his ears.

“Because this is exactly what I want”. He said, kissing you again. You whined as he dug his teeth into your lower lip. Your nails scratched his skin and he moaned loudly, revealing his kink.

You couldn’t help it but raise an eyebrow at him. “D-do it again”. Theo grunted, filling you till the hilt with his thick cock that made your thighs quiver.

You pushed his chest to turn you two around, giggling as you knocked a few cushions from the sofa. Theo looked up at you with his lips slightly parted and he took a hold of your hands to let you ride him.

“Like that, baby”. He moaned, crunching his nose at the way your hips circled on his lips. You loved the feeling over overpowering the wolf beneath you, you knew he could push you off so easily, but he didn’t. Theo loved it that you took charge.

The rough pads of his thumb was suddenly on your clit and you yelped, leaning onto his broad chest with your hands. “Come for me, doll”. The wolf purred, hissing and closing his eyes as you clenched your walls around him.

“I-I’m… Theo!”. You cried out, your nails pressing down into his skin to help him to his orgasm as well. Theo groaned and felt his claws getting out as well. He placed your hands over his. “Harder”. He muttered and you hesitated a little but pressed his clawed hands down, drawing a little blood from his skin.

Theo was brought over the egde by that and he sat up to pull you close, pressing your heat further down onto his length. You whimpered as you were still sensitive, feeling his cock twitching inside of you.

Your legs were shaking and you were softly whining, wrapping your arms around him to cling to his body as if you never wanted to let go.

“Baby”. He softly said, kissing your closed eyelids and your cheeks. “We have to get dressed and fix this place a little”. You giggled as you saw the mess you made of the couch.

“We do, but they’ll smell sex and me all over you”. Theo chuckled, looking up at your gorgeous face. He stroke a few strands of hair away whom had fell in front of your eyes. “That’s fine, they can know that I’m yours”. You shyly said, your fingers moving to the hairs in the nape of his neck.

“Can they?”. He grinned and you swatted his chest. Theo smiled and kissed your lips briefly before picking you up to place you on the ground. He got your underwear and clothes and you quickly pulled it on.

You fixed the sofa by putting the cushions on it again and you did an attempt to get rid of the smell of sex. You didn’t even smell it anymore, but Theo could and of course Scott and Malia would smell it as well.

Theo was dressed again and you sat down next to him on the couch as he put the tv on again. He swung his arm around you and you gladly leaned against him. You looked up at each other and laughed as you both had never expected that this would happen.

General Min || Part 1

Originally posted by bedaevil

Genre: Fluff | Slight angst | Army General!Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 3362

Warnings: None ^_^


(A/N: F i n a l l y finished it, omg ^_^ And yes, there will be a part 2 to this one, there’s still more of the story left ^_^ Inspired by the drama ‘Descendants of the Sun’, but you don’t have to have watched it to understand ^_^ ((Also this continues where the ‘Doctor Kim’ scenario left off! Please leave me feedback guys, I really want to know what you think! ^_^)

Urk = Fictional country ^_^


You sat at your computer, fingers breezing over the keys as you typed up some patient reports, when Seokjin poked his head through your doorway, followed by his girlfriend, a questioning look apparent on his face. Spinning around in your chair, you looked at him expectantly, a small smile on your face.

“Can I help you, Jin?” You asked, raising one eyebrow in a perfect arch, professional smile still etched onto your lips as you observed his expression.

“A man is asking if a teenage boy was admitted to the hospital today?” Jin finally spoke up, his broad shoulder leaned against the doorway, and you sighed, setting down your work, pushing a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“You might need to be more specific, Jin, do you know how many patients we get a day?” You tutted at him, rolling your eyes, and yet attempting to suppress a laugh at his dumbfounded expression, his girlfriend muffling her laughter, winking as she made eye contact with you.

Clearing your throat, still attempting to suppress the laughter bubbling up through your chest, you glared at Seokjin expectantly, and he threw his arms up in slight annoyance, only causing his girlfriend to giggle even more.

“All he said was, ‘Has a teenage boy, about this tall, injured, been admitted to this hospital today?’” Seokjin shrugged, unsure what to do about the situation.

“Jin,” you sighed, massaging your forehead in frustration. “I mean, I can try my best with the limited information you’ve given me, but there’s no promises.” You were about to turn back to your work, and yet realisation hit you, and you remained fixated in position, staring at Jin once again. “Who’s asking anyways?”

Seokjin simply shrugged once again, exchanging glances with his girlfriend, before the two of them stared at you expectantly, their eyebrows raised.

“Okay, okay, I’m on it, geez,” you muttered, pushing your paperwork aside and striding towards the door, snaking past Jin, but not before mumbling, “It’s scary how in sync the two of you are,” only causing them to shake their heads with a smile before following close behind you into the hospital reception. You nodded at the bustling receptionists answering calls as they gave you a small smile and wave, and you stopped in the centre. Your arms were crossed, your foot tapping expectantly as you glanced around, only to notice a blonde-haired man scrolling on his phone nonchalantly, his frame leaned against the wall, hood up over his head.

“That’s the guy,” Jin said from beside you, pointing at the very man you had been glancing at. You narrowed your eyes, your suspicions immediately rising, and your mind began racing, assuming all sorts of worst case scenarios. You mentally berated yourself, resuming your professional attitude and walking towards the man, who looked up from his phone, a lazy smile settling on his face.

“Hello, I heard you were looking for… a teenage boy who was admitted to the hospital today? As my co-worker told me,” you inquired, glancing over at Seokjin once again. “Who are you looking for specifically?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head to the side in a curious expression, and the man straightened up, pulling down his hood and running his hair through his blonde locks, a lazy smile settling on his face.

“Yeah,” the man finally spoke, his eyes gazing back at yours with a strangely curious expression, and you found yourself wondering just who this man was. He pushed himself up off the wall, self-consciously straightening up his hooded jumper under your watchful gaze, before saying, “As strange as this is going to sound, that kid stole my phone, and I’m going to need it back. Like now.”

Your eyebrows shot up in immediate suspicion, and you narrowed your eyes at the man, your senses once again on high alert. “I could’ve sworn I saw you on your phone just earlier, Mr…?” You asked, exhaling in frustration as you realised you still had patients to tend to, paperwork to sign, and an endless list of tasks you had yet to complete.

“Yoongi, call me Yoongi, and this is my work phone, he stole my personal one,” the blonde head responded, and as he looked down at his watch - Rolex, you noted - he seemed to grow more impatient by the minute.

You stared at Yoongi  in disbelief, throwing your hands in defeat, and beckoning to him to follow you. You strutted off quickly, the sound of your heels resonating through the room, and Yoongi followed behind in slight amusement, his head tilting to the side as he admired how your hair bounced on your shoulders, your head held high in a professional manner, your white coat swaying as you walked.

Pushing through a set of doors, you led Yoongi through a number of patient rooms, your pace quick, but his nonchalant and more of a leisurely stroll, causing you to grow more frustrated by how he peered into different rooms at his own pace. You didn’t have time for this. You had work to get to. And yet this strange man was strolling through, shooting you curious glances every now and then.

You spun around suddenly, expecting to take him by surprise, but he stood his ground, his expression simply amused more than anything.

“Were you trying to seem intimidating, Miss… (Y/N)?” He read off your name badge, a small smirk gracing his lips. “That won’t work on me, I’m used to… surprise attacks you could say.” He chuckled as you huffed, clearing your throat, and yet his words hung in the back of your head. Surprise attacks? Who was this man? Your suspicions from earlier began to rise again, and you glared at him, asking, “Would you be able to identify the boy? Seeing as you provided me with such limited information…”

“If I saw him, yeah,” he responded, still glancing around the building, and you massaged your forehead in frustration once again, willing yourself to stay patient. You beckoned to him once again, and pushed open yet another set of doors, leading him into a room with various young patients lying in bed, some conversing across curtains, others scrolling on their phones. Yoongi’s curiosity piqued as some of the teenagers waved at you, and you responded with a warm smile and a small wave.

“You’re supposed to be identifying the boy for me?” You reminded him, and he snapped out of his trance, peering down the room, before recognising one of the teenagers lying in bed.

“That one,” he pointed, and you sighed in relief, hoping to finally finish up with the matter, the two of you walking over to the bed the boy was currently lying in.

“Hello,” you stopped by the bed, addressing the boy who saw Yoongi standing just behind you, his gaze suddenly becoming ashamed as his eyes darted around. “This man tells me you have something of his?” You slowly turned back to glance at Yoongi, your own curiosity and suspicions rising as you noticed the boy’s ashamed gaze.

“I mean…” the boy mumbled, clutching the sheets in his fists as he looked down. “I might’ve…”

Yoongi scoffed, clearly annoyed by his attitude. “He didn’t seem shy when he stole my phone, hm?”

“Okay, okay!” The teenager finally blurted out, after something started ringing and vibrating vigorously in his pocket, Yoongi nodding at you in triumph as he held his other phone in his hand. The kid fished the phone out of his pocket, and the screen flashed with a caller ID, “Min Genius”. You noticed, and you slowly turned around to completely face Yoongi, your arms crossing over your chest.

“Yoongi, step outside for a minute with me please,” you commanded, and the man threw his hands up in surrender, amused smile still etched onto his lips.

The two of you walked outside into the empty hallway, and you glared him down, Yoongi watching your expression curiously.

“Still trying to act intimidatin-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Who are you exactly? Things aren’t adding up here, that boy came in awfully bruised and injured… did you hurt this boy? Are you part of a gang or something? Is that why you have such a ridiculous caller ID, as a code name of some sort? Answer me!” You fired questions at him, and Yoongi held his fist to his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter at the accusations.

“You, you think I’m a gang member? You are so far off right now, you don’t even know,” he finally burst out laughing, and you simply glared him down furiously, your cheeks dusted a deep pink colour at his laughter.

“Tell me, what it is you do then?” You huffed, attempting to regain some of your dignity.

“I’m an army general,” he responded, amused expression never leaving his face, and you stared at his in disbelief, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. You looked him up and down, from his ripped jeans to his ruffled hoodie, and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, right, you’re funny,” you laughed sarcastically, and the man simply shook his head at you, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he finally retaliated, and you stopped, your eyes still wide with disbelief.

“WelI, I…” you stuttered. “You know what, we actually have an army doctor who works at this hospital sometimes, she’ll tell me if you’re telling the truth.” You huffed, storming off to your office, where you knew you’d find Jungyeon, likely looking over her tasks for the day.

Pushing the door open, Yoongi standing behind you with a smug expression, you called out, “Hey, Jungyeon? This man claims he’s an army general, you would know right? Is he part of your… unit, or anything?”

Jungyeon peered up from her work, a flash of recognition darting across her face before her lips curled up into a wry smile, a mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. She adjusted her cap, smoothing down her uniform, before lying, “No, I’ve never seen him before in my life, I think he’s lying to you.” She tutted at you, trying to keep herself composed at Yoongi’s slackened jaw, a slightly angry glint in his eyes, and you spun on your heel, staring at Yoongi triumphantly.

“You see, I knew it,” You held your head up high, proud of yourself, and yet you had no idea how wrong you were. Yoongi could only stare at you, his eyes darting from Jungyeon to you, and back again, grumbling under his breath as you ordered him out, mentally swearing an oath to himself that he’d prove it to you, next time he visited the hospital.

“Remember that I’m your superior, Jungyeon,” he called out before he left, and Jungyeon straightened up, tittering nervously in realisation.

“Sorry,” she mouthed back, and yet her lips curled up into a smug smirk once again, Yoongi frowning as you escorted him out of the building, the triumphant expression never leaving your face and you strided along confidently.

“Bye,” you called out in a slightly proud tone, pushing your hair behind your shoulder as you watched him walk off.

“Shame”, you thought. “He was handsome”, you chuckled under your breath, walking back into the hospital building to resume your work.

**

Days passed, and you found your mind often drifting off to the strange man you had met, recalling the way his lips curled up when he was amused at your frustration, the way his gums were exposed when he smiled - rather cutely, you found yourself noting - and you sighed, mentally berating yourself for being so easily distracted. You went about your day as normal, tending to patients in the recovery rooms, assisting in surgeries, completing the piles of paperwork that never seemed to end. You watched as Seokjin came back and forth with his girlfriend, as she leaned into his side, Jin looking down at her with the most loving expression. You felt a small pang of jealousy, but you shook it off, trying to focus your attention back on your work.

You were conversing with Seokjin and Jungyeon - dressed in her solider uniform as always - in the reception one day, leaning your elbows on the desk as you smiled at your co-workers as they walked by, when he walked in.

Yoongi strode into the reception of the hospital, a new air of confidence surrounding him, and this time he wasn’t dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. Your eyes trailed up and down his figure, unable to help but admire how his uniform fit on his body, his badge dotted with three distinct stars, glistening under the artificial light of the room. His cap sat neatly on his head, his fringe visible beneath, and the smug smile on his lips ever present. You couldn’t help but stare, Jungyeon physically straightening up beside you, her once playful expression quickly straightening up as she saluted to him.

“What is going on?” You mumbled in awe, your mouth ever so slightly open as he approached you, a look in his eyes saying I told you so.

“Jungyeon,” he nodded, allowing her to finally drop her salute, and she looked away slightly ashamed. You noticed how her demeanor had suddenly changed in his presence and your eyes darted from her to him in a mixture of confusion, shock and awe.

“So, so, you’re telling me that you’re actually an army general? In the actual army? Like you lead a unit?” You stuttered, professional attitude long gone as you could only gape at him. You suddenly felt ashamed for judging him so harshly, even though it was out of concern for your patients. You took pride in your job, and you did care about your patients, no matter how stern you came off to outsiders. And yet this man was the first to make you feel shameful for acting in such a way, although you were yet to understand why.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, your attention now fully focused on him. “I’m not the type who’s afraid to admit when she’s wrong, so I’m sorry.”

Yoongi nodded at you triumphantly, his once smug smirk curling into a warm smile, and he chuckled, a strangely nice sound when it wasn’t mocking.

“Now we’ve gotten that out of the way, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves properly.” He grinned, that gummy smile that was so strangely charming, and continued, “I’m General Min Yoongi, but you can call me Yoongi, I hate formalities where it’s not needed.”

“I… well, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), as you probably noticed from my name badge… I work at this hospital as a doctor… damn it, you knew that…” You stuttered again, suddenly forgetting how to compose yourself in the presence of Yoongi. He could only smile, finding the sight incredibly endearing, a warm feeling spreading through his chest.

Your co-workers, bustling by, pretended to be focused on their work, and yet they muffled their laughs, gossiping amongst themselves, amused by the fact that the ever professional (Y/N) had forgotten how to even articulate her words coherently. Seokjin didn’t bother to hide his laughter though, shooting the two of you a dramatic air kiss, and you mentally noted to tell him off later.

Oh my, she’s adorable, was the only thought on Yoongi’s mind  in that moment, unable to help the warm smile that rested on his face, and he knew that this building was going to quickly become familiar to him.

**

From that day, he made sure to come visit - or bother you as you tried to call it, despite secretly enjoying his presence - whenever he had the time, the two of you slowly becoming close over time, often sitting up on the rooftop together during your lunch break.

Everything was going perfectly, until he began having to leave halfway through your dates without a viable explanation, and you had began to grow fed up with it. He would get a phone call, grave tone in his voice, and that was it. Your views began to conflict; as a doctor, your job was to save lives, and yet Yoongi was a general, a soldier, the front line of war and conflict. He did it to protect your country, but you couldn’t help but question the relationship the two of you had. You still knew so little about this man, he was so secretive at times, never fully communicating his emotions or his thoughts to you.

Eventually, the two of you began to fizzle apart, and you went a large period of time without seeing him, without his random visits to the hospital.

You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt, that you didn’t miss him, that there wasn’t an aching gap in your heart.

He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t think of you during missions, sitting by his men as they flew over the expanse of the city in a helicopter, that there wasn’t an aching gap in his heart.

One day, he received an especially important mission; his unit along with two others were to be dispatched on a peacekeeping mission to the country of Urk, far away from his home country, his friends, from you. This is your job, he reminded himself.

Yoongi strode into the room, his arms folded behind his back as he set out the mission for his unit, the soldiers all attentive, nodding at his every word.

“This is a potentially dangerous mission, men. Keep your wits about you, always be aware of your surroundings, never let your guard down. Understood?” He warned, his men all replying with a systematic “Yes, sir!”

Yoongi simply nodded, sighing as he contemplated the looming task ahead of him mentally preparing himself for the mission ahead.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, you were staring down the hospital director, your eyes about to pop out of your skull, the director simply returning the gaze with a smug expression.

“You heard me correctly, (Y/N), the army has asked for a medical team to be dispatched to the city of Urk, to assist the soldiers there. I decided you’d be perfect to lead, don’t you think? Collect your team and inform them, you’ll be leaving tomorrow.” And with that, he walked off, whistling to himself and leaving you indefinitely annoyed. There was nothing you could do about the matter, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wandering off to go inform your department.

Next thing you knew, you found yourself sitting in a helicopter with your team of doctors, everyone exchanging nervous glances, your body rocking slightly from the force of the helicopter whirring over the expanse of land. Your thoughts once again wandered off to Yoongi, and you contemplated. Would he be there? Your heart leaping at the thought of it, before sinking again. The two of you had parted ways, and this was a professional environment once again.

Likewise, Yoongi wandered around base, having arrived in Urk just a few days before, and his thoughts were - as always - drifting off to you again. He had been informed that the hospital, your hospital, was sending a medical team over to assist. Would you be there? Would you be leading? He had always thought you as a natural leader, smiling as he recalled your confident assertiveness that had completely disappeared the first time he walked in as General Min. He sighed, walking off to wherever he was supposed to be.

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The helicopter finally landed in an open runway, the constant whirring coming to a halt, and the doors automatically opening. Your hand flew up to block the sudden sunlight that shone through, your legs cramped as you stood up, stumbling out of the helicopter. Your team followed close behind, and as you exited, you saw the line of soldiers ready to greet you, lead by him. General Min. Min Yoongi. He stood in front of his men, his posture straight and professional, and yet at the sight of you, his expression faltered, a sense of hope flashing across his eyes.

“Yoongi?”

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101 kinks!! 21,24,44,90,95 (all in one if you can please!) w/ Bucky :') thanks lovely!!!!

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1,677 words; You become bored at Natasha’s birthday party and begin breaking rules left and right. Bucky decides you need to be punished in front of the entire party (18+, features Natasha Romanoff, hope you don’t mind! Rest of the story under the cut - if it doesn’t work, try it on a computer or on Ao3)

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Party Punishment

All of Bucky’s friends - The Avengers - knew. They knew you were Bucky’s little princess. Most of them were into the ‘lifestyle’ in some way or another too. Steve and Sam both served Natasha, while Wanda occasionally entertained Steve’s more dominant streak. They accepted the relationship you and Bucky had forged, kinks and all. 

But that didn’t stop your initial hesitation. He was no longer ‘Bucky’. He was ‘daddy’. And you had to address him as such, regardless of who you found yourselves in the company of, lest you be punished as Bucky deemed appropriate. Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson every time you uttered the word ‘daddy’.

There were other rules for you to follow, too. Bucky had a say in what you wore, how much alcohol you drank and your bed time. You were to politely address each of Bucky’s friends and only speak when spoken to. You even wore a thin, silver ‘collar’ at Bucky’s request. At times it was a comfort. Your fingers looping themselves subconsciously under the metal when he was away on missions, reminding you of who you belonged to. Other times, especially in public, it was a slight form of humiliation. He, of course, held on to the key so you couldn’t take it off without permission.

There were benefits to your arrangement too. You particularly enjoyed seeing a softer side to Bucky. He couldn’t say no to you when you asked for snuggles and he was always on board with spending entire afternoons making blanket forts with you. Not the mention him frequently coming home with stuffed animals for your collection. Your favourite was a penguin who you had named Percy. Bucky was also fiercely protective over you.

Life without the burden of decision making was strangely freeing but you were still getting used to all that it entailed.

That was no more apparent than on Natasha’s birthday, when most of the gang had assembled in the common room of the compound for some good old fashioned hilarity. You sat on Bucky’s lap, growing increasingly bored with your surroundings. Nervous and fidgety, the tales being passed around the room were lost on you; being at a party was no fun if you were still relatively sober. Bucky could sense your disinterest. It was 8PM.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked.

“I’m so bored, Bucky,” you pouted.

He sighed. “I think someone needs to remember her rules.”

You rolled your eyes, testing him. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, but he opted not to say anything. He made a mental note of it though, giving you a stern look in return.

“Can I go to my room please, daddy? I’ll give you something extra special later if you let me,” you bargained, winking at him.

Bucky’s expression softened. “Ok, princess,” he said, kissing your cheek, “I’ll be up at eleven to tuck you in. Would you like that?”

You nodded, smiling sweetly.

“Off you go,” Bucky said as you slid off his lap and left the room.

The trip from the common room to your ground floor bedroom brought you past the kitchen which lay empty and unguarded, with an obscene amount of alcohol laid out on the kitchen table for the taking. There was rum, vodka, tequila, beer and all manner of wines and liqueurs. You tried to convince yourself that Bucky wouldn’t notice if you snuck two or three beers to your room, after all, you weren’t completely irresponsible. And that wouldn’t get you wasted. Even if it did, you told yourself you would be able to feign sobriety when Bucky came to tuck you in. You left the kitchen with three beers.

Eleven o’clock came around sooner than you expected it to. When Bucky arrived, you were busy draining your third beer of the night. Your spirits had been lifted and you were dancing on your own in the centre of your room to Taylor Swift, in nothing but the pale pink lingerie Bucky had given you to wear earlier on in the evening. He watched as you flailed along to the tune of ‘Shake It Off’.

You flung yourself around in a circle, stopping dead as the figure in your doorway caught you off guard. You shot him a saccharine smile.

Bucky was unimpressed. He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. He was  awaiting an explanation for the beer in your hand and the two empties on your nightstand.

Instead, you wandered over to him dizzily, wrapping your arms around him. “Missed you, daddy,” you mumbled, looking up at him.

His arms dropped to his sides. “I think someone’s forgotten all her rules tonight,” he sighed, sounding disappointed, “what are we gonna do about that, hm?”

At a loss for words, you pouted, hugging him tighter.

“I think someone needs a little punishment to help her remember,” he said, taking you by your shoulders and prying you off him. He turned and started back down the hallway towards the common room, “come with me princess.”

Struggling to match Bucky’s brisk pace, you had to run to catch up with him. He was already inside the common room and sitting back in his spot on one of the plush sofas when you arrived. He patted the space next to him and you sat down. Clad in just your underwear now, you felt exposed.

The change in Bucky’s demeanour hadn’t gone unnoticed by Natasha. No longer was she invested in the story Sam was enthralling Steve and Wanda with. Instead, her eyes darted between you and Bucky. “What’s up with you two?” she piped up from across the room. Suddenly everyone fell silent.

“This one’s being difficult tonight,” he explained, his expression turning dark.  You flushed under everyone’s collective gaze as he continued: “found her drinking in her room. She’s not remembering any of her rules. Figured I’d teach her a lesson.”

“She looks like she could do with a spanking,” Natasha suggested, “I’m sure we’d all be happy to watch.”

Your opened your mouth to protest this, of course you knew better than to question Bucky or any of his friends. Especially not Natasha. You were at the bottom of the pile, after all. She was queen in the compound. Bucky swiftly cut you off.

“Since it’s your birthday, Nat, you’re more than welcome to participate,” he laughed.

Natasha smirked, “what did you have in mind?”

“Well I’ll leave that up to you, call it a birthday present from me to you,” he said, the sadistic humour still apparent in his voice.

You had no idea what Bucky meant by this but it made your stomach churn. You always imagined Natasha to be infinitely more sadistic than Bucky and you prayed, desperately, that she wouldn’t be the one administering your punishment.

“I’m happy to watch right now,” she said, settling back into her chair.

The shame washed over you as Bucky instructed you to stand up in front of everyone and remove your remaining clothing. Your arms fumbled to cover yourself as every pair of eyes in the room bore into you. You swore you could hear Natasha’s quiet drawl, “she’s so adorable, I’d love a little plaything like her.”

Bucky instructed you to bend over his knee. You did so. Held in place by Bucky’s left arm around your waist, you were glad of the restraint; you were quivering so profusely with anticipation that you could well have ended up in a puddle on the floor. Even though you couldn’t see everyone’s eyes on your bare behind, which was now lewdly on display, you could certainly feel them. 

Bucky’s touch was feather light as it caressed the soft, exposed mounds of your behind. It was warm, reassuring, even. Just enough to give your nerves a brief reprieve before his hand came down, cracking loudly against your skin and forcing the air from your lungs.

You gripped the edge of the sofa as he peppered swats over the back of your thighs and your bottom, colouring the skin pink in large handprints. 

As always, you mentally kept score of how many swipes Bucky had landed. At this point, you had counted twenty already. Your cheeks matched the colour of your rear, but there were no tears yet.

“How are you doing, princess?” Bucky asked, taking a brief moment to massage the reddened skin.

“I’m ok, daddy,” you nodded.

The extra level of humiliation at having all of Bucky’s friends watch your punishment had quite an effect on you. The evidence was beginning to coat the insides of your thighs as Bucky continued to spank you with increasing severity. 

You began to squirm against his grip, trying to find some relief for the ache between your legs.

“She’s enjoying this far too much,” you heard Sam remark around swat number forty.

“Her pretty little pussy’s getting so wet for us,” Natasha purred as she moved over, next to Bucky, to get a better view. 

You writhed as her outstretched hand pawed at your glistening pussy for a moment, desperate for more.

She was only teasing you. You whined when she withdrew her slender fingers and Bucky continued to dole out brutal smacks to your rear.

Between the pain, the desperation and the embarrassment, this was when the tears started. Bucky eased up at exactly the right moment, his hits becoming less frequent.

“You gonna be a good girl, princess?” he asked, the familiar warmth returning to his tone.

You quickly dried your tears and whined, “I promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy.”

“No more drinking?” he pressed, his fingers dipping towards your dripping core as your punishment came to an end.

“No more drinking, daddy,” you choked, squirming when you felt his fingers zero in on your clit.

“Good girl,” he praised, “why don’t you wish Nat a happy birthday now, while daddy makes you feel good.”

You turned around to see Natasha eyeing you. Her legs were spread invitingly as her hand worked lazily between them. You looked at Bucky again.

He nodded, “go ahead, princess, daddy’s got you.”


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Birthday selfie, ayee!!

Yes, Hinata got him the crow plushie. And got cake all over himself. And there were supposed to be colours but its 3 flipping am.

Summer Lovin’ (Mark Smut)

Author: Admin Honey 🍯
Pairing: Got7 Mark Tuan x Reader
Rating: 🥀💍💋
Warning: 18+, contains adult content.
Word Count: 2,817
Summary: Mark gets jealous. You get it on.
Request: Can I have an angst/smut where mark from got7 has feelings for his best friend but has a girlfriend already. Then one night mark confesses to her but she refuses because mark has a girlfriend. But mark doesn’t take no for an answer. Thank you! You change any aspect of it if you’d like.
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A/N: I changed it a lil bit, hope you don’t mind too much. Prepare yourself… Honestly. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written.

Originally posted by jypnior

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Mr. Hemmings

You let your head whip around and lock eyes with Luke, his eyes now letting tears fall as he holds his daughter in his arms as chaos goes on around him. In that moment you just wanted to be in his arms, pressing continuous kisses along his face, trying to wipe away every little crease in his forehead and worries in his life. But you couldn’t you just continue to walk further and further away from him, only making his heart break with each step.

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

Words: 5.5k

Rating: R

Request: No [A DOSE OF DOMINANCE AND DRAMA + OVER SIMULATION!]

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Everything changed when those words left your mouth that night. Every little aspect of your life became hidden away and has been tossed and turned around since those letters that are locked together spewed out of your mouth and to the musty atmosphere that night.

Now your whole entire world revolved around Luke, Jocelyn, and school. You spent most of your time around their house so you mostly spent it by Jocelyn’s side, either playing with her or teaching her little things. When it came to Luke, you were always there to comfort him and give him the affection that he deserves, every night you were under him, letting him pleasure the deepest and most sincere parts of your body as you let kiss after kiss and words after words spew out of your lips about how amazing and perfect he was. He would always say the same back to you. You both grew closer together; you learned more about him as he did with you. He knows all of your secrets, thoughts, and what keeps you up during the night, and vice versa.

Now with school, you were so hesitant and scared about with. You were afraid to leave Luke and Jocelyn behind as you headed off to college, your mind would be so busy focusing on your courses and making new friends that you always got scared of the fact on what a toll it would have on the little girl and grown man that you love so deeply. You knew that you weren’t going to live on campus because your mom did not have the money for that, and you sure as hell know you’re not going to be moving out anytime soon, but you were so scared on what will happen when school does start up again and you have to leave. Luke always told you that you’ll be fine and that he’ll take care of everything and that things will be alright, but ever since you got into the picture everything has been so easy and perfect since you came along. Sure, you would be able to see them on the weekends, and if you were lucky you would also be able to see them during the week also but you wouldn’t know. And you don’t know, and that’s what you’re so scared about.

But all you do is take a deep breath and take it day by day and minute by minute. You live in the moment and try to keep yourself organize and remain calm as the summer begins to come to an end and back to school commercials start to play constantly on radios and TV’s. You just take it with ease and grace as best as you can.

When Luke saw your disoriented and frustrated self he knew that he needed to you get your mind off of school since that was the biggest thing ticking you off, so he suited up Jocelyn and himself and brought you all to the movies to go see a late night screening of Moana. To say you were happy was an understatement, Luke bought you as many snacks and candies as you and Jocelyn wanted, he let you both run around the arcade and play numerous games, he even let you beat him five times in air hockey, which you were so crappy in but he let you win nevertheless.

You were smiling from ear to ear when the movie was finished and Luke had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and your hand was in Jocelyn’s. This day was just going absolutely amazing and you knew just the perfect way to end it.  

“How about you get ready for bed and I’ll put Jocelyn down for the night,” You say, smiling at Luke as you begin to undo the little girl’s shoes in your arms as she was slumped against your shoulder, out like a light.

“Okay, thanks a lot babe,” Luke says while leaning forward and pressing a kiss against your warm cheek. You just smile at him before shooing him off and kicking off your shoes before hurrying to get Jocelyn to bed.

It took longer then you expected to get Jocelyn’s tired body to get ready for bed, her slumped out frame was difficult to get into her pink unicorn pajamas in and you could barely keep her head straight when trying to brush her teeth and comb through her hair. It was a hassle but you got through with it, you gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in nice and tight before making your way over to the night light to switch it on.

When you got up from the ground, your eyes looking around the pink coloured room to make sure everything was in place, you walked over to the door before you hear a sluggish ‘wait’ trail out of the little girl’s mouth. A small smile tugged at the ends of your lips as you walked over to her tossed figure and bend down.

“Yes Jojo?” You whisper while leaning forward and pressing your lips against her forward, your hand raising up and taking a stray hair way from her face.

“A-Are you like?” She mumbles, eyes still shut as her lips begin to drool with spit; you roll your eyes before using your sleeve of your cardigan and wiping it away.

“What am I like?” You remark, your eyebrows rising as you begin to pet her hair.

“Are you l-like my mom now?” She asks, her words slurring a bit.

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You’re Safe Here (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by im-in-trbl

“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”

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“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”

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Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.

“1,2….3”

a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”