Arriving back to Jace’s apartment felt surreal. Like it’d been a lifetime ago since I was here last. It had been. Everything was the same, but at the same time, it was so different.

I excused myself to the bathroom. I hadn’t looked at myself in the mirror at all in the hospital.

I took a deep breath and looked at the figure staring back at me. I didn’t recognize her.

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It’s my birthday! 

Today’s successes: For my birthday gift to me (a time-honored tradition), I ordered a custom D&D miniature from I ate cake for breakfast and was unapologetically late for work. My mother pressured me to produce offspring and I didn’t even screech at her. It’s not even noon and I’m winning a bit.

The birthday octopus is proud of me, I can feel it.

bucket list

                                      read the rest of the collab here

pairings: reader x yoongi

word count: 5959

genre: slight smut and the rest is just fluff.

“Why are you so surprised to see a purple tree? Have you really been that isolated all your life?”

“No, Yoongi. There’s a difference between growing up in the heart of the city and being isolated,” You roll your eyes, turning from the window to look at him. Of course you’ve seen coloured trees before, but they were all on Google Images, so seeing them in person was much more surreal than you’d expected.

“Okay sure. You know I only agreed to go on this road trip with you not only because you begged me to but also because you’re too curious for your own being, and that worries me– ” You cut him off, “If you care about me that much, just call yourself my best friend, Yoongi. It takes up less energy and you know it’s true.” You say, grinning as you look over at him.

“I’m not your best friend, Y/N.” His voice is playful when he says this, but it has an edge. It’s saying I’m not your best friend. I’m something more than that.

“Sure you are, why else would you be going on a road trip with me, and help me complete this bucket list?”

Yoongi seems to give up at this point, because he doesn’t say anything else. So you look down at the little notebook in your lap. The page you’re on has ‘See an actual coloured tree’ scrawled at the top of the page in your hand writing. You twirl the pen in between your fingers before writing underneath the title Coloured trees are the prettiest things in the world (so far). You gotta go out again to see more of this beauty. His eyes draw down to meet your sentence, “Do you have to be this enthusiastic?”

You twist your lips to the side before looking out of the car. It’s still late in the morning and you and Yoongi have been driving for at least one and a half hours now, but to say you’re stunned at the beauty of the world from what you’ve seen would be a great understatement.

The car is filled with some songs in Yoongi’s playlist. Most are those soft songs, the ones that are perfect when sung in the shower while the others are fast raps, which you find amusing witnessing Yoongi rap along with them, and doing impressively well. But apart from the songs, there’s the rev of the engine and silence in between the two of you.

Yoongi breaks the silence once again, “So what other things are on your bucket list?”

You open the book once again, flipping to a random page somewhere near the end. You read the title on the left side first ‘Give someone roadhead’. Upon reading that, your face burns up in a matter of seconds and you slam the book shut as you look at the road ahead of you, wide-eyed.

You can feel Yoongi side-eyeing you curiously, the look of embarrassment on your face is enough for him to let out a laugh followed by, “What? Was it that bad? C’mon, it’s a bucket list. You obviously want to do it so just tell me.”

You turn your head and glare at him, as if he deep down knew what bullshit you’d written on that page, “No. I’ll tell you another one.” You say as you open up to another page, far from the last page. You end up landing on a fairly decent one, ‘Visit a waterfall.’

“Are there any waterfalls nearby?”

“There’s one about an hour and a half away. You wanna go?”

“Well we don’t have a set destination, do we? So why not.” You shut the book again and look out onto the surroundings around you. The area’s large, so much space and covered in grass greener than you’d ever see. The trees are a sight as well. As Yoongi drives down further, the colour of each tree mixes and blends in together. Purple, green and orange.

“Why don’t you just take a photo. It’ll last longer. Use it as your lock screen or something and tell people what an amazing friend I am for taking you on this road trip and giving you the opportunity to take a photo of a coloured tree.” Yoongi says and a smug smile crawls onto your lips when you realise he must’ve been looking at you. But you roll your eyes and ignore the last sentence before you pull your phone out and snap photo of a tree from the side window.

“Perfect.” You smile as you look down at your phone.

And then the car drive is silent once again, except this time, you’re humming along with the tune of the familiar song playing, sipping from the cool bottle of water until you reach about the halfway mark of the bottle. Then the worst of the worst happens, your bladder screams as the water sits there, doing whatever the hell water does for you to need to pee this bad.

No being able to find the proper words for it, you stay quiet and slowly fidget in your seat. By now, the plastic water is tucked in between your thighs, squeezing the bottle tightly because any amount of pressure would be enough to mask the one in your bladder.

Of course, Yoongi notices it. A man who’s completely used to stillness around him would sense the tiniest twitch from metres away. His reaction, however, fueled your frustration even more. The car slowed down to–you look behind the steering wheel–10 km/h and you noticed the pursed lips and side glances coming from him.

“Yoongi. I swear to God, if you’re doing this on purpose I will kick you once we get out of the car.” You threaten, your fists tightening around the hem of your shirt.

“But Y/N,” He feigns an innocent look, “We’re practically in the middle of nowhere. The closest peeing point would probably be the waterfall.” He sounds so fake. Fake enough for a tear of frustration to roll down your cheek and your lips turn into a scowl and you glare at the road in front of the car.

“Unless… You want to do it on the trees over there?” Yoongi suggests, the light voice hasn’t changed and that makes you even more frustrated. You’re sure if you put ‘Empty your bladder on a tree’ in your bucket list, you’d have no problem in accepting his suggestion. But you didn’t, and you have a reputation to uphold.

But you really needed to pee.

So with a small mumble of something sounding like I hate you, I can’t believe you’re my friend. You release a deep breath and turn to him, “Fine. Pull over. But I swear if you say one word regarding this after I’m done, I will make your life miserable, Min Yoongi. Take my word on that.” You hiss.

And Yoongi only chuckles in reply before he nods, “Okay, I promise I won’t. You can trust me.” He says, a toothed smile on his features and a scowl on yours. He pulls the car over to the side and you immediately unbuckle your seatbelt, grab a few tissues from the tissue box sitting in between the two of you before opening the coor door and running behind a tree.

Thankfully, the area was so secluded there hadn’t been any other cars in sight in the past hour or so. So with the privacy you’re now given, you empty your bladder.

A minute later, you return to the car. You open the door and slip into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi, who seemed to be looking at you with amusement clear on his face.

“Shut up and drive.” You grumble underneath your breath. Another second of silence follows so you shove your stubbornness down your throat and look over at him, but the thing your eyes land on first is the little blue notebook in his hand.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. It’s not a diary or anything, Y/N. And I just wanted to see what else you wanted do.”

You let out a defeated sigh.

“So did you read all of it?”

“Just a few.” You hoped that ‘Just a few’ didn’t include the roadhead one, but, of course, luck hates you. You already knew that. “Including the roadhead one.”

You clench your eyes shut in embarrassment, hoping that the world would swallow you up.

“Yeah, and?” You finally question, but he grows silent. Almost as if he’s wondering how to word it correctly.

Here’s the thing though. You wrote this bucket list half-drunk, and being the lightweight that you are, half drunk is still fairly drunk for you, and the thought of giving head to someone while they were driving excited you. For some reason, of course. You’re totally half against it now that you’re sober.

Half against it because it seemed like Yoongi would have to be the one you’d be giving head to. If it were someone else you would definitely say no and avoid that person for the rest of your life. The relationship between you and Yoongi can only be described as one step below lovers and one step above best friends. It’s that tiny stool you’re both standing on where you aren’t together but you’ve both claimed each other.

It’s messy, but you want to keep it that way.

“If you want me to, y’know, I can,” You speak his thoughts, “And you don’t have to give anything back.” You’re about to add It’s just part of this bucket list experience, but saying that would make everything go wrong in so many levels, so you keep it unsaid.

You turn your head to face him and his head twitches to the side and his eyes are moving between you and the road, “You sure you don’t want anything back?” He asks, not clarifies. Two completely different things.

“Well– Yeah. I’m sure.” You press out, pressing your hands down on your knees to stop them from shaking.

You study his features because he’s silent again, try to work out what his next answer is going to be. Because in all honestly the furthest sexual move you have dgone with each other was a brief makeout session a year or so ago at a friend’s birthday party.

It was quick and both of you promised nothing like that would happen again. But the promises that came from both of you were stupid lies, because after that day, you’ve both wanted to finish what you’d started. Some promises are made to be broken, huh.

Yoongi hesitates for a few seconds before he replies again, “Okay then.” He says as he turns his head to look at you properly.

The side of your lip twitches up into an awkward smile. It feels so awkward but any wider and you would’ve looked straight off the bat weird.

“You need to get hard first.” You comment as you help him unbutton and unzip his jeans before pulling it down, making sure to leave his boxers in.

“What makes you think I can get hard by myself?” He asks and there’s a hint of smugness in his voice and that smile of his. Your nose twitches in annoyance before you let out a deep sigh.

“Okay fine, just don’t crash the car. Not to be cocky or anything but I blow people pretty well.” You say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the gears till your mouth is right on top of Yoongi’s cock.

“I have self-control, Y/N. Don’t question me.” He tsks and your response is a harsh blow on through his boxers., making his hips jump slightly.

You rest your hand on his thigh as you continue with his hard-on, the free one holding his cock up before you enclose your mouth around the tip. A deep sigh emits from Yoongi’s lips as he looks down at you for a second before looking back on the road. You continue lightly sucking on the tip before you switch and places small pecks down his shaft.

Soon enough, you feel him slowly grow in your hands, so you lift your head up and use both hands to pull his boxers down his legs so they pile on top of his jeans. His erection immediately springs free, standing up straight in interest. You eye it slowly, it’s longer than you thought it to be but that’s the last thing on your mind as you watch a drop of precum dripping from his slit.

“Stop staring, Y/N. It’s weird.” Yoongi mumbles and your face heats up in embarrassment.

“Okay sorry, but I was just thinking, can I try something on you?” You ask and Yoongi looks down at you in curiosity.


“I read somewhere that if you hum while something goes down your throat, you won’t gag.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, “Be my guest. But what are you reading to find something like that?”

Your eyes widen in surprise and instead of replying to him, you wrap your lips around his cock and sink down on him until the tip is at the back of your mouth. You hear him hiss on top of you as he lifts hips up slightly to push more of him into your mouth, but your hand grips his hips to hold him down.

“Fuck, Y/N. Go deeper.” Yoongi begs and you notice a slight crack in his voice, if that didn’t make your gut explode a little bit. You hum in appreciation lowering your head down at the same time, and wow. It actually does work.

His cock passes through your gag reflex smoothly and within seconds, your nose is hitting the skin on his hips. His reaction to this makes pleasure rip throughout your body. A loud moan erupts from his moan as he moves a hand to the back of your head to keep it in place. You swallow down the saliva building up in yourhis mouth, making your throat to tighten around him.

“Y/N. Oh God, that feels so good.” Yoongi growls, making you moan at the praise. He moves his hand down, stroking your hair along the way, before you lift your head back up, a soft pant falling from your lips. You lightly kiss the tip, your lips catching the salty pre-cum from his slitp, before wrapping your lips around him again. You’re about to lower your head when Yoongi asks with a shaky breath, “Can I fuck into your mouth?”.

You nod and release your grip from his hips, lowering your head down to match the perfect angle before his hips buck up and hit the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You notice the car slowing down as his hips follow a suitable pattern in withdrawing and rutting from and up your mouth.

“I bet you look so pretty right now, Y/N. Fuck.” He sighs as he looks down at you, the car coming to a complete stop because he can feel his orgasm catching up to him. You can feel this too, the way his thrusts lose its pattern and the way he’s thrusting up faster as he attempts to catch his high.

“I’m gonna cum now, shit.” Yoongi groans and true to his promise, you feel his warm seed spurt from his cock. You swallow it down and hum at the feeling of the warm liquid slidinge down your throat. His shudders at your swallow from slight oversensitivity and lifts your head up.

You return to your seat properly and buckle your seatbelt back, your face still flushed because holy fuck, you just blew your best friend. Your thighs rub together in frustration at the feeling if the wetness in your panties, but the friction didn’t help and made your lower region more uncomfortable than it already was. But you made a promise, so you’re gonna have to suffer the consequence.

“Here.” Yoongi says. You turn to see his pants back on and his hand holding a tissue for you. You grab it and wipe at the side of your mouth, “Thanks.” You smile, dumping the tissue into an empty plastic bag sitting on the floor.

You grab the little notebook next to the bag as Yoongi begins driving again. With shaky fingers, you turn to the page to write down whatever the hell you had to write to prove you’d done it.

“Are you gonna write something for it?” Yoongi asks as his gaze snaps to your stilled hand the book before returning to the road.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what to write. Maybe I’ll just write what you thought about it. So how was it for you?” You ask with a wide smile.

“It was great, if I have to be honest.” He hesitates before replying smoothly, any added tension wouldn’t be necessary. You nod along and scrawl down his exact words before flipping through the pages.

“Great, so that’s done.” You say just as you land on a page that catches your attention. “Are we doing anything else?” Yoongi asks and you send a smirk in reply, “Yup we definitely are. Help me look for the tallest tree you can find.”

“You’re gonna climb one?” He questions and you shake your head,

“No, Yoongi. We’re gonna climb one.” You say, exaggerating on the we’re.

Yoongi sighs mumbles ‘Fine’ in reply, you smile widely and even let out a small squeal because climbing a tree is the last thing Yoongi would do, you knew that. And you were all for the ‘once in a lifetime experience’ thing. He knew that too, which was the only reason he agreed. That and something else. The something else being shown on that tiny little smile on his lips at the feeling of your excited aura. It’s great.

The surroundings are covered with more different species of trees and with both your’s and Yoongi’s eyes focusing on searching for the perfect tree, around 10 minutes passed before you find a tree tall enough with plenty of thick branches and bumps that are large enough for a steady footing.

Yoongi pulls over in front of it and you both stand at the base. “So do you wanna go first?” You ask, nudging his arm.

You watch as his mouth twists into a grimace, “Nah, you go. Just so I’ll know what not to do.”

“Hah, you’re just scared. Admit it.” You laugh but you step forward nonetheless. You grab the tree and place your foot on a bump before heaving yourself up, quickly resting your other foot on another bump. You look over your shoulder to see Yoongi smiling widely with his thumbs pointing up at you. You smile and roll your eyes before asking him, “Which branch do I go to?”

“The third one.” Yoongi replies immediately. You look up and find the third branch, your eyes widening at how high it was from the ground.

“Yoongi, no! That’s so high and there aren’t as manymuch bpumps to go up there.”

“What? Are you scared?”

“That I’ll fall and break every single bone in my body? Yes!”

“Relax, I’ll catch you if you do. Just climb it and I’ll climb it too.”

You huff before looking back up and continue climbing the tree. You make it all the way to the second branch before your foot slips from the smaller bump you were having second thoughts on resting your foot on. Luckily, you’re grabbing the second branch so you hang from it, your eyes clench shut as you try to return your feet back on the tree, but of course, to no avail.

However, as promised, Yoongi is standing below you and his voice calls out to you to reassure you he’s there. “You’re not that high off the ground, Y/N. If you let go, I can catch you.” He says, his voice so utterly calm like it usually is, you nod in reply, “Okay.”

So you let go and you swear that was super cheesy and movie-cliche but your life is much more important. But you let go and Yoongi actually catches you. Not that you’re surprised or anything because you aren’t. Yoongi was the type who seemed like he wouldn’t keep true to his word when in reality that’s all he’s ever done in his life. It’s not the most comfortable catch, his arms are wrapped around your waist and yours are wrapped around his neck, that part wasn’t uncomfortable, it was your legs being wrapped around your waist. Having fallen a few metres, his hold was pretty tight, but any looser and you would’ve slipped straight through his hands.

But what surprised you was why he didn’t let go of you until you had to reassure him for the 5th time that you were fine and that he could put you down. When he does, he looks down at you with a small smile on his face, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It really wasn’t. So it’s your turn now.” You say, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you push him to the tree.

“Only to the second branch?”

“Only to the second branch.”

So he/Yoongi climbs the tree, mimicking the steps you took until he gets to the second branch. He places his feet on two large bumps and successfully sits on the tree.

Your mouth widens in shock, seconds ago he didn’t want to climb the tree and here he is, acting like climbing trees was one of the easiest thing he’d done in his entire life. “Psh show off.” You mumble under your breath. Looking back up at him, you notice how ethereal he looks. His attention is? at the world around him as he takes in the view.

You pick your phone up from the ground and with the right amount of focus, your phone captures Yoongi looking off to the side while the lime green leaves creates the perfect background behind him.

“You look great, okay. You can come down now.” You say, giving him the thumbs up. He smiles and swiftly climbs down to the first branch–which is only a metre away from the ground– and jumps down before he makes his way beside you.

“Did you enjoy that?” You ask and Yoongi nods in reply, “I did. You gotta send me that photo later.

“I will, don’t worry. So the waterfall next?” You ask.

“Yup, the waterfall next.” Yoongi assures before you both make your way back to the car.

You climb into the passenger seat and Yoongi climbs into the driver’s seat before he starts the car and drives off down the road.

Grabbing the notebook once again, you flip the page to the ‘tree climbing’ one and write a small sentence. It’s lazy, only saying ‘maybe try again next time one a shorter tree.

After around half an hour of you convincing Yoongi to change the songs to your playlist and you singing out the lyrics, both you and Yoongi begin to grow hungry.

Yoongi’s the first one to say this because you’re finishing off the last lyric of the current song that’d come up.

“Okay Y/N. That’s enough. Are you hungry? Because I am. What did you make for lunch?”

You roll your eyes as you take a swig from your drink bottle. You screw the lid back on and grab one of the three bags from the backseat. “I am, thanks for reminding me, I made my infamous spaghetti. Your favourite.” You promise, looking over at him with a knowing smile.

“Do you want white sauce or red?” You ask him. Inside the bag, you’d neatly backed in a large container of penne pasta and two medium containers with the two different sauces you’d previously mentioned, some sandwiches you’d made for dinner as well as some cutleries and two plates.

“Either. I don’t mind.” He shrugs, “Do you wanna eat here or at the waterfall? It’s about 25 minutes away from here.”

“We’ll eat here. Can’t be swimming on a full stomach, can we?” You tease, patting his stomach gently.

Yoongi chuckles in reply before pulling over to the side of the road. He puts the car on park checking the time on the dashboard, 1:24 PM.

“So we should get there just past 2? How’s that sound?” He suggests as you distribute the pasta between the two plates.

“That sounds great.” You nod with a smile as you hand him the plate. “Enjoy.”

The two of you spend the next 15 minutes sharing jokes and having more than one plate of the pasta you’d made–and Yoongi continuously begging you to teach him how to cook but you denying because ‘You always end up burning something even when I’m right beside you’. He eventually gives up begging when you promise you’ll make anything for him whenever he asked.

So after lunch, you grab both of your empty plates and place them in the rubbish bag and the bag with the now-empty containers back in its place on the backseat while Yoongi drives off back down the road. He also begs you to change the songs back to his playlist and you end up choosing the playlist both of you made (because what friendship doesn’t have a collaborative playlist) to which Yoongi agrees on. And then half an hour later, the waterfall comes into view. If it wasn’t the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen, save for the purple trees before, you don’t think anything would beat it.

Yoongi parks the car on the side of the road and gets out first. He makes his way over to the boot where both of your bags–holding spare clothes and other necessities– are and grabs them both. You meet up with him just as he’s walking to your side. “There’s only one tree large enough to hide ourselves so do you wanna go get changed first?” He offers.

You nod and smile in reply, “Of course, look at you being the nice man you are.” You tease.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a light chuckle, “Yeah sure. Here.” He says before handing you your bag. You take the handle and thank him before walking behind the tree. Once you’ve changed into your bathing suit and step out from the tree, expecting to see Yoongi. But of course he’s nowhere to be found. You figure he’d lost patience and searched for another tree to change behind so you make your way down to the waterfall.

The splashes get louder the closer you get and the rainbow at the base of the waterfall become more vivid until you find yourself standing by the side. You admire the waterfall as you drop your bag behind you, preparing yourself to jump into the lake when a figure emerges from the waterfall.

“Took you long enough, I was freezing in there.” The voice speaks and you freeze for a split second but it doesn’t take you long to figure out that it was Yoongi.

You let out a huff as you kick some water at him, “What the hell, Yoongi. Don’t do that.”

He laughs in reply as he wipes the water from his face and you stare down at him in annoyance.

“What are you waiting for?” He asks as he looks up at you. Although it takes a few seconds for his to actually meet yours. “Jump in.”

You roll your eyes before walking into the water. Once you’re neck deep in the water, you body begins to get used to the cold, but your chin still shakes as you jump in your spot.

Yoongi is by your side as mimics your action, “You warm enough yet? You’ll lose all your energy if your jumps are that powerful.”

“Shut up, Yoongi. You can’t say anything you’ve been in here longer than I have.”

“Yeah yeah, okay that should be enough, come into the waterfall with me.” He says as he rests his hand on your shoulders, leading you into the waterfall. The water falls on top of you roughly but as soon as you reach the other side, there’s a deep cave with the blue water lighting up the walls.

“It’s nice right?”

“Yeah, really nice.” You agree and look around.

“Thanks for taking me out on this road trip, Yoongi. Really.”

The smile he gives you in response is so genuine you feel the happiness just from looking at it, “No problem, I’m glad you asked. Now let’s enjoy the highlight of today.”

So the two of you spend the rest of the day in the water. It’s one of those moments where you’re enjoying yourself so much time passes by quicker than you think. Both you and Yoongi changed into your dry clothes before deciding to climb to the top of the waterfall, where a large patch of grass covered the surface, and eat your sandwiches while watch the sunset.

All of this being as platonic as it gets, of course.

The sky has remained cloudless right now as it had the entire day, so the effects of the sunset caused the sky to be coloured in a bright orange colour. As you look over at Yoongi, the light hits his face perfectly and creates a surreal glow which only makes him look more pure than he already did.

You look away from him and pick the little notebook up from beside you. You’d written your comment for the waterfall–and not to be secretive or anything– but you won’t let anyone who has eyes and can breathe, ever read as long as you’re alive. Because you may or not have commented about the many times Yoongi’s hand touched your back or shoulders or exposed skin. And the feeling of his body millimetres away from yours– you can’t let yourself get carried away like that anymore.

“What else is on that list?” Yoongi asks, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

“So many more, but we only have time to do two more.” Three including the one you have folded up and tucked into the small folder slip at the back.

“Okay and what are they?”

“What do you think? Watch the sunset and also look at the stars. There’s gonna be no artificial light so it’ll be so much cooler.”

“You’ve done your share of research haven’t you.”

“Pssh, yeah of course. You should’ve expected that from me.” You roll your eyes.

“Okay well you can cross one more off because the sun’s setting now.” He says, turning from you and looking straight ahead. You follow his action and watch as the sun slowly dips behind the trees.

A few minutes later and the sun has disappeared. But you’re too caught up in the fact that Yoongi’s hand is right next to yours, his pinky brushing against yours so lightly, it’s technically not there but the touch is so electrifying you feel it everywhere in your body.

“Y/N. Stop daydreaming, it’s gone. You can write your thingy on it.” He says, thankfully, using his other hand to wave in front of your face.

“Oh right, here. You can write it.” You say as you hand him the notebook and the pen. Both your hands that are touching each other stay and you think it’s purely a coincident.

Yoongi looks down at the notebook before looking back up at you, “Okay. But you can’t read it until tomorrow. Promise?”


He gives you a look, “Promise.” So he lifts his hand up, making you bite back a frown, and takes the notebook from you. He turns around for safe measures and goes on to scrabble whatever he’s writing down. A minute later, probably longer because you rushed through the numbers quickly, he turns back around with the book closed in his hand before he gives it back to you.

“Ready to go to our motel now?”


You get up and pack up your mess before you both make your way to the car and put the bags in the boot.

From there, another two hour drive and you’ve reached the motel. After checking in and putting your belongings inside, you both drive down the road for another half an hour until you’re sure that the only thing in your surroundings are trees and whatever wildlife lurks there.

Yoongi parks the car and you both walk to the hood of the car, lying down on it as you both look up at the stars. It really was beautiful. More so than you originally thought, a sight like that will permanently be etched in your mind.

“So what did you think of today?” Yoongi asks, starting up a conversation to cover up the silence that surrounds you.

“Hectic, but the best hectic.”

“That’s good. I wholeheartedly agree.” He replies with a small smile and you tilt your head to the side to steal a glance at him, but when you do, he’s looking at you.

If that doesn’t make your heart race.

His eyes held pure happiness and it had your inside feeling shaky for obvious reasons.

“I’ve been thinking.” He says again, “Everyone’s been commenting about us.”

“I know.” You sigh, “But dating is complicated.”

“You say that like it’s a negative thing.”

“It sorta is.”

“Well, you’re complicated too.”

“How am I complicated?” You whine, slapping his arm lightly.

Yoongi ignores you, “But then again, so am I.”

“Where are you going with this?” It takes you a few seconds to realise what he’s saying, but you need the confirmation.

“Well mathematically speaking, since you said complicated is being negative. Two negatives make a positive. And I’m positive I want us to be official.”

“Yoongi. Oh my God.” You facepalm.

“I’m kidding.” He draws on.

“You are?” You ask, disappointment settles inside your gut and he sees this and that’s not what he meant because he’s frantically shaking his head.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean I’m kidding, I’ll ask you properly now.” Yoongi says, before he stutters over his words, because he has no idea how to say this.

You, however, find this situation to be too funny. So before you can stop yourself, you burst into a fit of laughter as Yoongi stares at you in confusion.

“I’m sorry, no it’s just that you’re so unbelievably hopeless. Hopeless in the best way possible, of course.”

“Right, but you like that, yeah?”

“Yeah, I love it.”

Yoongi stayed silent for a few seconds and you’re begin to grow worried that you said something wrong, but Yoongi smiles in reply.

“Shut up, you’re cute.”

“Did you mean that in a cheesy way? Because if you are, then you’re the cu-”

His lips slots themselves in between yours, the warmness and softness causing you to gasp in surprise before your lips follow along with the movement of his own. The kiss is gentle but thrilling enough to cause goosebumps to rise along your skin.

“Yoongi.” You mumble.

“Mhm, shh enjoy this with me.” Yoongi replies after pulling back from the kiss. His fingers loop in between yours before he turns to lie on his back and you find yourself mimicking his actions.

So the day ended perfectly with you completing everything you wanted in your bucket list, the final one, written in a tiny handwriting at the corner of the page on the last page.


‘yeah the sunset was nice but your face is brighter. and more beautiful. besides i only get to see the sunset once everyday. but i can see your your face whenever i want, any day and any time and i think that’s so much better.’

peucetiaviridans  asked:

how do you feel about one of your memes being featured in a lil zine every month. it's not for money i swEAR im literally scanning things from a sketchbook, putting them together on the computer, and printing like 20+ copies at a shop (depending on how popular they are) and giving them out for free

I love it. Heck i’d make surreal memes for a newspaper if I was asked to

I started out trying to concept some generic skull cave shit, then I remembered I’d just seen my billionth episode of a television show that truncates the videogame experience in a totally nonsensical, yet ultimately intriguing way.

And I thought, what if I made a whole thing that sounded like I knew as much about videogame detail as the 45 year old writer of any given no-budget early nineties Nelvana cartoon?

That trend never wore off, by the way. All videogame episodes of shows made for America are amazingly, brazenly incorrect in the exact same kind of way, and this became a huge strength in my opinion.

Japan made a mistake trying to accurately depict game systems with definitive rule sets in their serieses. Did you know they don’t even once refer to “mastering the hidden powerups” in Sword Art Online?? What a wasted opportunity!

anonymous asked:

ok but when i discovered that im ace it was really surreal because: a. my school colors are purple, black, and silver b. im a huge fantasy nerd and dragons are my fave c. i love cake. and puns. and bad jokes in general d. (less surreal and more sad) it was election day last fall and i fell asleep that night with two bits of knowledge - im queer! :) and our pres will be the orange toupee man oh shit. needless to say, i love being ace, but i did not sleep well that night

this sounds like the set up to you being a chosen one