though my bedroom is like this already

things to do instead of studying

Here’s a list of things you can do when you just really don’t feel like studying but still want to be (kinda) productive:


  • set up a bullet journal or if you have one already organise it and take a look at your spread for the week

↪ reflecting on these smaller goals can help you focus at what’s important at the moment, though you don’t have to do anything yet.

  • declutter your spaces 

↪ you’d be surprised by how much our spaces (bedroom, living room, etc) can get cluttered in just a matter of days! tidying up/cleaning can help organise your mind too, as well as being quite uplifting too (from my experience anyway!)

  • self-care time

↪ perhaps one of the reasons you’re not feeling like studying is because you’ve been overwhelmed by stress. If so, take some time out for yourself - catch up with your favourite tv show, read a book you love, paint your nails, have a bubble bath or whatever else makes you feel at ease.

  • learn to cook a new recipe

↪ cooking can be fun, especially with company or good music in the background! Best of all, you get a meal out of it and you get to switch things up from the usual dishes.

  • learn to play that instrument that’s been under your bed for the past [n] years/months

↪ it engages and positively affects your brain in a way that doesn’t involve cosine, syntactical repetition or grammar! Plus, it’s an impressive skill to pull out in front of your unsuspecting friends.

EDIT: EXTRAS! 

  • spend time with your family

↪ i like to think that time spent with family (or friends) isn’t time wasted. Strengthening social and relational bonds is a key aspect of life that we shouldn’t ignore! 


That’s all I can think of for now! I hope you find these helpful for when you have that kind of day. If you have any other suggestions, feel free to share - we’re here to support each other.

sonnenstudy - over n out.

Virginity

Requested - Hi! Could you write something with Aaliyah and Y/N. Like they get along pretty well and like Aaliyah asks Y/N about losing Virginity (Y/N lost it very soon) or something like that. Thanks!

Requested - Heyy, I have an imagine request 💕 so, you’re visiting Shawn in Canada and he’s busy, so you end up spending time with Aaliyah (like take her shopping or out for milkshakes or something) and Shawn finds out and he thinks it’s really sweet and fluff fluff fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

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“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Shawn says for what seems like the hundredth time as he glances over at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Don’t be.” You respond with a cheeky smile. “I get to drive your jeep and hang out with your sister, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” He asks.

“Maybe once or twice,” you tease, a smile on your face as you genuinely appreciate this time you’re getting to spend with your boyfriend, even if it isn’t a lot. You came to Canada to visit him, but he ended up having to rehearse at the last minute, which kind of ruined your original plans for the afternoon.

The drive to his rehearsal space goes by far too quickly, and before you know it you’re driving his jeep out of the parking lot on your way to pick up Aaliyah from school. Since Shawn ended up being busy, you offered to pick up his sister from school and take her to the mall. You’ve grown really close to Aaliyah over the past year that you’ve been dating Shawn, and since you don’t have a younger sister, you take full advantage of getting to spend time with Aaliyah and play an older sister role in her life.

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BTS Reaction ;; when you’re whiny

Me too, anon! Me too! 

Sorry it took me so long to do this request, hope you enjoy in it!

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Jin

Jin found you incredibly adorable in those moments. He had to restrain himself from purposefully pushing you to the edge but he couldn’t help but indulge in those moments. When your bodies were intertwined, and neither of you knew your start nor end; with breathing stretching through the silence of the room, and he truly felt content with just holding you closer to his being—when just moments prior you were a whining mess.

You whined just to get here, to snake your arms around him, to pretend that you could hold onto him for an eternity. You longed for this unexplainable scene with your emotions threatening to burst. He was humming lightly, to whatever tune that invaded his mind, and he left a kiss to your forehead, smiling afterwards, “You’re so cute, darling. I should get you whiny more often…”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

Your boyfriend could be just as whiny about sleep as you were but you both had horrible, exhausting schedules that couldn’t just be moved. You always tried keeping your composure around Yoongi, knowing well that he had to have it more rough with all the hours he went on without sleep—just, today wasn’t a day on which you could hold back. The moment you both were in the same room that had a bed, you dragged him to the comforts of the blankets, displeasure crossing your features.

“It’s enough, Yoongi. The world  is enough, work is enough, everything is enough. I’m done. You’re done. Sleep. Please. Please,” you kept on murmuring words as you both got comfortable enough underneath the warmth of the bed. Yoongi was looking at you with the biggest smile on his face, albeit tired. He didn’t say a thing as you kept on ranting, he only shut you up with his lips against yours, and his arms squeezing you closer to him.

“Me too, baby, me too.”

Originally posted by sugagifs

Hoseok

Hoseok saw it coming from the moment you weren’t enjoying the night out. It wasn’t that it was bad or that you didn’t want to spend time with him, rather the people were too loud and the place was too loud. He noticed how you were suppressing yawns, and the subtle remarks you would make about how it’d be nice to have a movie night or so after this. He also noticed the way your eyes glistened in agonizing anticipation. It was obvious how much you wanted some rest.

Hoseok didn’t waste a second with that newfound realization, almost instantly getting the two of you in the comfort of your house. You felt infinitely grateful to him, immediately hugging him the moment you were both out of the public’s eyes—but you wouldn’t let go, not really. “Hobi.~” You drawled, voice muffled as it was buried in the crook of his neck, “Hobi, I don’t wanna let go. Don’t make me let go. Let’s just go cuddle and sleep like this.”

“Aish, (Y/n)!” He protested but still had a smile stretching over his lips, “We can’t sleep in our clothes, come on,”  he manages to, somehow, get to the bedroom with clutching you in his arms (more like the other way around). You refused to comply, which led to the both of you lying in the bed still dressed from the night’s events. “I promise, we’ll change…later. I just need a moment with my lovely boyfriend.”

He couldn’t say no.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon

It was late at night, though you refused to go underneath the covers without Namjoon. Spending a night with him was already so rare as he was constantly working, ideas infinitely pouring out of him. You enjoyed seeing him so passionate, you really did—but now was not a good time. You barely kept your eyes opened, growing tired of begging him to stop. You saw that he was just as tired, but he was doing this on purpose now as he could have ended his little inspiration streak hours ago.

“Namjoon, baby, please…” You practically slurred the words, draping your form over his. You gently tugged at him to try and make him stand up from that computer chair, but he wasn’t bugging. No, he chuckled at you. “Please, please, I miss you so much, come on…” You drawled, littering kisses all over his neck.

“I’m sorry, I just find you so cute when you’re this desperate for my attention,” he grins as he turns around in his chair, embracing you in his arms. You sigh in relief, clinging onto your boyfriend as if there was no tomorrow, “You big jerk. I’m gonna keep you in bed till late morning, okay? And I’m gonna cuddle you, and you’re gonna be paying extra attention to me.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

Originally posted by kimdaily

Jimin

“Chim, I feel like I could drop dead and just sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Would that be socially acceptable? If I faked my own death, I could sleep for all eternity then. It doesn’t sound so bad. No, it’s even appealing,” you rambled, occasionally glancing at your boyfriend with the most serious look in your eyes. You were seated in the boys’ living room, specifically on the couch as you watched Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung play whatever video game Jin choose. Jimin laughed at you, shaking his head, “You’re not enjoying in this at all, hmm, love?”

“Oh, no, no, don’t get me wrong,” you heaved a sigh, crawling in his lap for better comfort, “I just feel really tired,” you said in a slightly higher pitch, “And I just wanna sleep. Can baby sleep?” You asked him sweetly, already yawning, “Can baby sleep with you?” To this, Jimin laughed as Taehyung groaned in the background, and an ‘ohmygod’ could be heard from Jin.

“Okay, okay,” he picked you up, and had it been any other day you would have complained about your weight, but you let him make the exit for you both.

Originally posted by kookmint

Taehyung

It was the middle of the day, hence Taehyung figured that it wouldn’t bother you that much if he teased you and annoyed you out of your sleepy state. Though, he had accidentally woken you up when you had fallen asleep at the couch in the boy’s dorm, inevitably making you extremely angry—yet you were far too sleepy to actually be angry or manage your emotions well which resulted in you actually crying.

“Tae..” You practically glared at him even though you were whining his name, “Why would you do that? I just wanted some sleep, a boyfriend to cuddle, maybe even do him a favor if he was nice to me, but what do I get?” You buried your face in your pillow in the meantime, your complaining muffled to Taehyung’s ears. He grinned sheepishly, immediately laying down next to you to try calming you down.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine,” he started, shushing you down, “I didn’t know, I promise! I swear, I’ll be a good boyfriend now and comply to your wishes.”

“You’re only saying that because the ‘favor’ piqued your interest.”

Originally posted by je0n

Jungkook

You just weren’t having it—it was a tiring day, on the borderlines of being entitled a shitty one as well. All you wished to do was drop dead, preferably with your boyfriend, on the bed, underneath the covers, and if you were feeling spicy enough with hot chocolate and a nap afterwards. Though, midway into brewing the hot drink for the both of you, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your form, grinning with his front teeth on show. You instantly leaned into the warm embrace.

“Hey,” his tone seemed mischievous, “Are you up for a hangout? The guys want us over, maybe a movie, a few rounds of Mario Kart…” Obviously, the idea was appealing to Jungkook but you had to instantly reject it with a heavy sigh. What you should have expected is for Jungkook to question why when you exactly didn’t want to explain yourself. The thin thread broke, and tears started pooling in your eyes.

“I just want to sleep, and do nothing with my life. Please, Jungkook,” you whined, hugging the male closely to hide your tear stained face in the crook of his neck. He immediately hugged you back just as tightly, “I’m so sorry, shit. Okay, okay, yeah, let’s stay in then, alright? I’m gonna cuddle you until you feel better, how about that, mm?”

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Patater Week - Day 1

Feb. 6- Get Together – (Coraline-inspired AU, magical realism, 6.4K)
Soundtrack: [Exploration] + [Dreaming]

There’s a low, paint-chipped door in the corner of Alexei Mashkov’s living room in Providence.

His agent tells him that the door used to connect to the apartment next to his, a long time ago, when the structure had been one. The door leads to nowhere now, only a wall of bricks. Alexei has even seen the wall of bricks in person, when he requested the landlord open the door for fun. He’s always been curious, after all, and the old, rusted key that the agent picks out from the cabinets only added to that curiosity.

“You’ll get yourself into trouble one day, Lyosha,” his grandmother used to tell him. Alexei had been young, perhaps seven or eight, when she warned him. “Don’t ask so many questions, and try to be happy, or the spirits will see, and take you.” She had said, “Don’t go through strange doors, and don’t follow voices, especially if they sing to you.”

“What’s so bad about singing?” Alexei had demanded, in a petulant way only a seven-year-old can manage. “I sing.”

“Yes, love, but they sing to confuse you,” his grandmother had responded. “They sing of a life better than the one you have, so you want to come to them. You see? They want to trick you and steal you away.”

Of course, Alexei had thought her warning had been metaphorical, if not slightly cryptic. She’d been old then, and easily confused. If you take out the spirits part, the rest sound more or less logical. He figured that she doesn’t want him talking to strangers and end up kidnapped, so Alexei had merely nodded and promised her. No going in strange doors, no following the singing voice, not that there’d been any in his life. Until now.

The bricks are nothing special: the seams filled with cement, the corners dusty with cobwebs. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s a draft that only Alexei can feel because when he mentions it to the agent, she only blinks in confusion.

“Why not lock it?” Alexei asks, when the agent pockets the old key and closes the old, wooden door.

“Why should I?” the agent says, smiling. “The wall is bricked up. Not like there’s anything that can come out. Now, let’s go to the kitchen. The structure itself is a little old, almost 150 years, but it’s been recently remodeled. It’s got a beautiful granite counter top—”

Alexei loves the house. But doesn’t know why he feels uneasy about the door. When he gets the keys to the house, he finds the rusted key again and locks the door. 

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anonymous asked:

can u do a dacre short drabble/reaction thingy where u sleep over at his place for the first time and you wearing only his shirt (and ur panties ofc) to sleep in? 😋😋😋 doesnt have to be smutty or anything just a reaction thing?? if you know what i mean?? tysm btw💞

loved this request because dacre is an actual bEan!! thank you for requesting xo


So basically my boy here would be like :0 because you’re so damn beautiful!! He adores your bed head and shuffling feet as you walk into the kitchen - not completely awake yet. He honestly just watches you walk over to him, and he gets nervous because wOw. And you wrap your arms around him, resting your head against his chest as he fixes you guys breakfast. His arms come down and his hands rest on the small of your back.

“Morning.” You mumble, eyes closed and ready to go back to bed.

“Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?” His raspy morning voice contracting both humour and seriousness. “As well as with nothing on, but you get my drift.”

You smile against him, laughing lightly at the last quiet comment. “Well don’t get a boner over it.” You joke, leaning back to face him.

He let out a loud laugh, hands going to your cheeks. “You should only wear this outfit.” He comments quietly, watching your eyes.

“I don’t think so.” You reply in the same tone. “But maybe just for you.”

// He loves you and adores you and thinks you’re so so cute and he has a thing for when you wear his clothes and ugh he’s just a ball of fluff!!


bonus because i reread the request and this works too*

If he’s already in bed waiting for you because you’re getting finished up in the bathroom, he’d do a double take when you walk into the bedroom and the first thing he says is, “Is that my shirt.”

“I forgot one, so…”

“I like it,” He checks you out really obviously as you walk over to him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed and you stand between his legs, hands through his hair. “My hands may travel through the night though.” He adds, hands rubbing up and down your outer thighs.

then you did the dirty. the end.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Could u do a bucky x reader where he flirts with you and you blush like hell but then one time u flirt back and he’s a blushing mess. THANKS <3″ - @reyofscarlet

Warnings: Sexual innuendos. That’s it (I think???) 

A/N: MY FIRST ONE SNDJSNFJSF YASSS THANKS FOR REQUESTING!! LOVE U. PS: Raise your hand if you love Confident!Bucky, because I know I do. 

You paced around Nat’s room, listening to her rant about Bruce. 

“I just can’t believe him. One minute, we’re alone in the lab and I think he’s going to make a move, and then the next, it’s like I have a huge pimple on my forehead and he can’t stand to look at me,” she rambled. 

You nodded your head, chiming in when necessary, when she asked you about you and the infamous Bucky Barnes. 

“Well,” you started. “We’re fine, I guess. He’s been pretty flirty the past few weeks but he’s never taken it any farther. It’s like we’re moving in circles: he flirts,  I stumble over my words, he laughs, and it repeats.”

You thought back to the week before, when you sat in the kitchen and ate your breakfast. 

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard Bucky say from the doorway. “What are you up to?” 

You motioned down to your bowl of Lucky Charmes. “What does it look like, Barnes?” you laughed slightly. 

He walked up to you and sat beside you, eyeing your bowl. “Is there something you want?” you asked. 

He chuckled to himself, biting back his tongue. His blue eyes scanned yours, a smirk evident on his face. 

“You.”

And just as quickly as he appeared in the kitchen, he was gone, leaving you flustered with a bowl of soggy cereal. 

Your mind wandered to another time, several weeks before, when you trained with Steve. 

“Come on, Y/N, focus,” Steve said, sweat dripping from his blonde hair. 

You swallowed and nodded, almost immediately going back to sparring with him. Within seconds, he was on the floor with his waist between your legs and his arm in your hands. 

Just then, the door opened and Steve tapped out. As you released Steve’s arm, you heard clapping behind you. 

“Good job, Y/N” Steve said, turning to Bucky, who stood in the back of the room, his eyes watching you. 

“Buck?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just here to watch my favorite girl do what she does best,” he smiled sweetly at you. 

“And what is that?” Steve asked, not giving you a chance to respond. 

“Taking men down, one at a time,” Bucky smirked. “I just wish she could do the same to me. Only, it would be better if she did it in the bedroom,” he winked in my direction. 

What?

I felt the color in my face drain as his words dawned on me. 

“That’s enough, Buck,” Steve sighed. 

Bucky only laughed, though. “Close your mouth, Y/N, you’ll catch flies.” 

***

Nat laughed as you told her the memory. 

“You know what it sounds like, Y/N? It sounds like it’s time for you to take action and even the score,” she said, getting up from the bed. 

“How?” you asked, already having a feeling about what she would say next. 

“What you need to do is go down to the main room right now and do what he’s been doing to you. Here,” she said, walking into my closet and picking out a sports bra and a pair of skinny jeans. “Put these on and meet me down stairs in 10 minutes. I have a plan.”

You slipped on the clothes and in no time, you were in the elevator making your way down to where you knew Natalia would be. 

Sure enough, there she was, sitting between Steve and Bucky. You cleared your throat, half-uncomfortable and half-confident with the amount of skin you were showing. The three of them turned around, the two boys with their jaws on the ground and Natasha with a smile on her face. 

“Oh hey, Y/N,” Natasha smiled. “Nice outfit.”

“Thanks,” you said, still confused about what the plan was.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky said, getting up and making his way toward you. “What’s up with the new outfit?” he asked, his eyes raking up and down your body. 

You glanced behind him to see Natasha nodding, urging you to continue. 

You smiled and raised your eyebrows, “What do you think of it?” 

He smirked and leaned on the side of the table between you two. “You look great, doll. I do think you’d look ten times better without it, though.”

You saw your friends leaving the room and a surge of confidence began to flow through your veins. 

You walked around the table and stood closer to him. “Well, Buck. Are you going to do anything about it?” 

You saw him do a double take. 

This is the plan? To flirt with him until he feels the way I’ve been feeling for months?

He stumbled over his words, never expecting you to take part in his flirting. “Uh- you can, uh-” he began, a crimson tone making its way to his cheeks. 

“What’s wrong, Buck? And close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” 


A/N: UM IM SUPER SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. AND IM SORRY THE ENDING IS KINDA WEIRD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT EVEN THOUGH IT’S A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. 

Drunken Truth (Jimin / Reader)

PromptCan I request a Jimin smut, where the reader is having a sleepover with all of the boys (they are like best friends) and everyone is like really drunk except for the reader and Jungkook. Jimin secretly likes the reader and when Kookie tries to normally talk to Y/N, Jimin gets jealous and takes her to the bedroom and tells him about his feelings. The rest is up to you. Some fluff at the beginning and then really vanilla Smut. I hope you understand it. Thank you in Advance. I love your blog btw 😍

Author: Admin Kea

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 1,899

Summary:  You tell Jungkook that it’s okay for him to bring his friends over to your apartment to hang out, but you didn’t expect one of them to make a drunken confession to you. Much less did you expect to give in to your own impulses.

Tags: Alcohol, Missionary Sex, Dry Humping, Swearing

Originally posted by jiminiemini

// A/N: I hope you like this! Thank you for your request! //

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Happy (belated) 4th of July - Clark Kent x Reader

“Can I request one for Clark? Where the reader kinda lived next door but Clark and her have been best friends since the kents found him. And he told you his powers before anyone else because he trust her and loves her more than Lana?” for @brooke-supernatural16

First. This Clark is the one from Smallville because it was requested like so, and because fuck yeah Tom Welling was a great Clark Kent. Second, I wanted to write something for the fourth of July but I was SO NOT feeling it on that day...so here we are, a day later, I found something to still write about the fourth even though we’re not anymore and boom. Anyway. I hope you’ll like it and blahblahblah : 

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The day Clark arrived on Earth, you were looking at your bedroom window. 

Of course, you were way too young to understand what was going on, being only but a one year old child. Already at that early age, you were curious about everything, and had stood up in your crib to look out the window when you saw a light going through the sky…Pretty.

Though you were only a small toddler, this memory somewhat stuck with you, and you often referred to it as your earliest memory, though you never really knew how to explain it…So you just went with : “My first memory ever is of a shooting star in the sky. The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen”. 

Only a few days after this “incident”, you first met Clark. 

You couldn’t remember that day, but according to yours and his parents, it instantly clicked between the two of you. So far, you refused to play with any other kids at the day care where your parents had to leave you because they both worked…but with Clark ? You brought your favorite toy to him and, though at first he was a bit confused, he quickly warmed up to you. 

Conveniently, you were his next door neighbor, though “next door neighbor” in Smallville meant that your house was a bit less than a mile away from his. Oh the many times you ran to his house, or he ran to yours…Sometimes, you’d meet in the middle, having had the same idea to go see each others. 

You two were so close, that you were the first and only person, besides, obviously, his parents, to whom he talked about his powers. You guys were seven when he described to you what he could do, and at first, you thought he was joking, until he took a piece of metal and broke it in half…Wow. 

Being the comic nerd you already were, you got overly excited. Of course, you’d never talk about it to anyone, but Hell, sometimes, you’d just ask him to go “super” and do something cool, just for the sake of it. 

When you were sad, instead of comforting you with his clumsy words, he would lift tractors or something. Strangely, it always worked, no matter what, it would always bring a smile to your face. And though he’d never admit it, making you smile made him incredibly happy. 

You were pretty sure you spent at least three quarters of your life in Clark Kent’s company…Well, up until you both turned seventeen. 

You were his first friend, and though Pete and Chloe joined rather quickly, as the years went by, you became his best friend…but of course, as it happens many times between such best friends, someone came in and ruined everything. 

In your case, that someone was called “Lana Lang”.

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Sugar and Spice (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him. 

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 4,348

Warnings: SUPER FLUFF, a lil’ angst, some swearing

Author’s Note: This was a a fic request sent in by @may85 who asked:

“How about a Negan one shot where the reader found out what kind of food was Negan’s favorite, so she goes out to find the ingredients, succeeds and makes it, but he finds out that she went outside the walls and flips his shit. Fluff with some delicious Negan kisses?” 

I don’t know why I picked pumpkin pie. I’m kind of one of those people who goes crazy over it in the fall, and I feel like Negan would like it too. This is just super fluffy and yummy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Big thanks to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic for me! <3

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Hurricane - Leon Draisaitl

A/N: Okay guys, I’m really really really super proud of this one. I just love it. It is based on the song and music video of ‘Hurricane’ by Luke Combs (x). I hope you like it!

Word count: 1536

A/N: I don’t know, man. Bad stuff as always.

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Originally posted by mcdraii

Hadn’t had a good time
Since you know when

Leon haven’t seen you in what it seems like forever, but maybe that was because you’ve made a huge effort on avoiding him. He could not pinpoint the moment when you went from a-little-more-than-just-friends to you completely shutting him off your life. He doesn’t blame you, he knew he was a dick and he deserves the cold shoulder you are giving him, but he hadn’t realized how much he needed you until you weren’t there.

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As It Seems: Chapter 5

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Según Parece: Lista De Contenidos

Summary: After arriving at Bobby’s, Jody orders Dean to take you to town and buy you some clothes where you run into someone you’d much rather not

Word Count: 3145

Warnings: Mention of drug use/addiction, mention of death

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~Reader’s POV~

When we got to the ramshackle junkyard and old, homey house, I was drawn into a whirlwind of activity. Sam disappeared off in one direction and Dean was pulled away in another which left me standing alone in the entryway while everyone danced around in a mess of missions and purpose.

What in the world had I allowed myself to be dragged into?

“You must be Y/N,” a black-haired young woman said as she strolled up to me. “Dean told me to come find you and give you a tour of the place.”

My own personal tour guide. Lovely. “Who are you? Dean and Sam gave me a crash-course on who would be here, but I forgot everything they said.”

That managed to elicit a smile from her and she looked around, surveying everything. “Yeah, I can see how this could be overwhelming. I’m Alex.”

Alex, Alex, Alex… “Jody’s adopted daughter, right?”

She nodded and started walking further into the melee. “This is the kitchen. There’s basically only one rule in this whole house and it’s that we don’t talk about work in here. The kitchen is holy ground where we eat.”

“So spend most of my time in here. Got it.”

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Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (17/?)

Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (17/?)
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader, Kirk x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1000
Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries.
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Originally posted by obscure-imagines

“Mr. Scott, are you always so nosy with your engineer’s personal lives?” you asked with a smile.

“Aye.” he replied, unapologetically.

“It’s complicated.” you replied as the lift doors opened on one of the quarter decks, which one you weren’t sure.

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Look At The Skies, They Have Stars In Their Eyes

This is a sequel to this fic, but can be read as a separate fic!

(This is also based off Phoebe’s wedding in Friends)

I couldn’t do this.

Not again. Not when it had all gone so horribly wrong last time. Not when today could be ruined. Not when I had everything to lose.

With Tamlin, I hadn’t even cared. At least not in the way I was supposed to care about my future husband. With him, I had no worries, no doubts about what my future would hold. Because I had known from the moment I had been born. Get married, have kids, live a simple life in the suburbs. And I had accepted that future. Accepted it because that was the normal thing to do. That was what I was expected to do. But now…

Now I had no idea how the rest of my life would pan out.

But I knew - knew with every fibre of my being - that I wanted Rhys beside me.

So why was I feeling this way?

No… I knew why.

Rhys wasn’t Tamlin. 

But I was still me.

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No Brotherhood of Mine Part I.

Summary: I can’t think of a good summary without spoilers. You’ll be fine.

Characters; Erik Lehnsherr x Reader, Charles Xavier x Reader.

Word Count: 990.

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Inspired by @mm277me ‘s request.

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“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning, love,” Charles replied.
It was Sunday, and Sunday meant sleeping in and laying around late into the afternoon. It was usually quiet on such days. A relief considering a bunch kids are running around blasting energy beams from their chest and screaming so they can fly. Every now and then Alex would be teasing Hank and Beast would appear to chase Alex throughout the mansion. It was all in good fun, at least for Alex anyways.
Resting in white linens, Charles and his lovely girlfriend snuggled into one another, feeling at peace and pleased with the moment. Then a knock echoed throughout the bedroom followed by a bang. Charles huffed and begrudgingly left the bed.
“It’s Shaw,” Erik growled.
“Erik it’s Sunday, take a breath my friend.”
Erik shook his head and marched into the bedroom, “this is important, Shaw’s out there. We can’t be acting lazy because it’s Sunday.” He stopped at the sight of (y/n) sitting in the bed, wearing a strappy white night gown. He blushed and looked away, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Charles scowled and patted him on the shoulder, “we’ll talk about this later.”
He walked Erik out and calmly closed the door. Returning to the bed Charles found her giggling.
“What?”
“You’re jealous,” she observed.
“I am not!”
“Don’t worry, he’s only allowed to look.”
Charles huffed again, “he’s too much sometimes.
“He’s damaged and vengeful, can you blame him?”
“No, no I can’t.”
“Come back to bed,” she opened her arms.
Charles crawled back into the king-sized bed and kissed her before wrapping his arms around her. They both fell asleep and stayed like so for the next few hours.

(Y/n) woke up to a loud noise followed by shouting. Quickly changing and fixing her hair she followed the muffled yelling to Charles’ office. Him and Erik were going at it again about Shaw, she assumed. Instead of stepping in a diffusing the argument, as she sometimes did, (y/n) shrugged it off and went to make a hot drink and breakfast, or lunch at this time of day. As she poured the hot beverage into a mug Erik came into the room fuming. She watched as Erik levitated as fork from the dining table and stabbed the wall on the other side of the kitchen.
“I cleaned those last night, you know?”
Erik’s ears pricked up and looked at her. His breath became shaky, simply staring at her anxiously.
“Sorry…”
“You apologize to me far too much,” she replied, sitting on the counter.
“It seems I’m always invading your space.”
“I don’t mind, as long as it’s not too close or in my bedroom.”
You both chuckled.
“Care for pancakes,” he asked.
(Y/n) lifted her plate, “already got some food, but thanks.”
Erik took a few steps towards her, hands behind his back, “I didn’t mean to intrude with you dressed so… immodestly.”
“It’s very rare to see my collarbone, you should be honored,” (y/n) joked.
“It was a pleasure,” he countered.
“You could use some tea though,” she insisted,” I just bought some jasmine tea you may like.”
“That would be lovely.”
(Y/n) slid off the counter and took a new kettle from the cabinet. She handed him the jar of tea and he dug around looking for a bag.
“They’re at the bottom, I think,” (y/n).
Erik struggled to pull his hand from the small jar but succeeded with a teabag between is pointer finger and thumb. He gingerly gave the bag and she placed into the strainer. Closing the kettle’s lid (y/n) took a sip of her own drink and sat back on the counter, legs swigging back and forth. She noticed Erik staring at her legs, abruptly stopping causing his head to snap back up. She knew of his feelings for her and that if given the chance he’d sweep her off her feet to somewhere beautiful. (Y/n) herself had an adoration for him but not the same way, not when she was with Charles. Then again, she couldn’t deny a since a love for Erik as well.
“You can sit, you know?”
“I’d rather stand.”
“Nonsense, sit with me,” she patted the granite.
Erik plopped himself down next her, taking a sip to mask his squirming. The two sighed simultaneously and Erik looked at (y/n) and (y/n) looked back. They looked away from each other and sighed again.
“I thought you’d be in bed still.”
“You and Charles were fighting. I didn’t want to get involved this time.”
“You heard.”
“You have excellent projection.”
“Charles thinks he knows best.”
“You’re angry and he doesn’t want you doing something brash. I don’t want you to do something brash.”
“It makes no difference.”
(Y/n) twisted her face thinking of what to say next, her curiosity swirling.
“Why Shaw?”
“He’s the reason why I’m like this, a monster.”
“How?”
Erik hesitated but slowly peeled back his left sleeve. Upon his forearm was a list of numbers: 214782. (Y/n) quivered at the sight, placing her fingers on the strip of ink.
“How long were you there?”
“After the war ended I ran.”
“No family.”
“My mother died the day we got there,” Erik began to cry and leaned on her shoulder. She had never seen him this way, she couldn’t anyone has. She caressed his back as he fell apart in her arms. She stayed quiet and let him have his moment of grief.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said.
“I was fourteen,” he sniffled, “and he killed her right in front of me!”
“I understand your want to take revenge but I don’t want you going after someone like this.”
“I’m going to kill him and Charles won’t stop me.”
“(Y/n)?”
The two heard Charles’ voice ring down the hallway. (Y/n) left the counter and turned to Erik.
“If you do go after Shaw, please be careful. Someone could get hurt.”

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Nirvana and Cuddles

Tate Langdon x Reader

Warning: FLUFF

Prompt: You and Tate were both spirits trapped in the murder house. In this imagine you pretty much take Violets role (meaning your entire family is also trapped) The only difference being that you and Tate had never fought and you were still in love.


I was sitting in what used to be my room waiting for Tate to come back from the hallway. He heard a strange noise and was making sure that it wasn’t anything serious. 

I was daydreaming when suddenly his figure in the doorway coaxed me back into reality. “Did you see anything?” I asked, standing up and making my way towards the spot where he was leaning against the door frame. “It was just your dad, he dropped something in his office.” I nodded my head before closing the gap between Tate and myself, allowing him to engulf me in his warm embrace. My dad often stayed in his office, he told us that it reminded him a little of when he was alive and sometimes he needed that, considering all of us were still new to the ‘can’t leave the house for all eternity’ thing. 

Tate’s cinnamon-like scent overpowered me and he started leaning his head down. I was well-aquainted with his kisses by now and graciously accepted his offer. Our lips connected and I felt the familiar rush of electricity throughout my body. Even though we were both dead we made each other feel very much alive. We both pulled back before the kiss got too heated. Tate released me from his grasp and made his way over to my bed. We had both decided to have a lazy day today and it was already starting off absolutely perfectly.
I made my way to my vinyl player and started playing my 'Nevermind’ record by Nirvana, one of mine and Tate’s favourite bands. I slowly hummed along to 'Smells Like Teen Spirit’ as I closed my bedroom door and made my way to my bed. I lay down next to Tate, neither of us saying anything until I was resting my head comfortably on his chest, our limbs tangeled together, listening to the slience that would usually have been interrupted by the others heartbeat.
“Y/N?” Tate said softly.
“Yes Tate?” I replied just as quietly.
“I know that you never planned on spending eternity here in the Murder House, and even though this isn’t the best situation for you I want you to know that I love you and that I will do everything I can to make you want to be here. You’re the only light I have Y/N, if you ever left then I wouldn’t be able to live with myself in the darkness.”
I looked up at Tate, slowly brushing my fingers through his blonde curls and running my fingers down along his jaw before replying.
“Tate, if I’m being honest, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried,” we both chuckled lightly before I continued, “You’re right, I wasn’t exactly planning on being trapped in a house forever but that was also before I fell madly in love with you. Now, I couldn’t even imagine wanting to be anywhere else. I love you Tate, more than you know.”
Tate started tearing up slightly at my words, I couldn’t keep the tears from slipping either. I wiped his cheek with my hand that was previously resting on his chest. I kissed his cheek, forehad and then lightly pressed my lips against his. It was a soft kiss, filled with love.
By now 'Come As You Are’ was playing through the speakers in my room and I laid my head back down on Tate’s chest, closer to his neck than I was last time. Usually he didn’t like to be dominant while cuddling but there were times like these where he felt the need to be in control. I was lazily drawing patterns on his stomach with my free hand, my other one was wrapped around him. As for Tate, both of his arms were wrapped tightly around me and he was stroking my hair softly. Yup, no place I’d rather be.

Wet Myself While Gaming (And nearly got caught!)

Another post of mine from my early days on omorashi.org, for those whom haven’t seen it! I actually really need to go right now, and re-reading this while I need to is a weird experience.

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Hey everyone, it’s me again!

I had another accident last night and I was nearly caught again. It was a series of incredibly erotic events! Luckily my ability to think on my toes in these situations saved my ass again.

So I’ve been playing SOMA. Its a horror game made by the same people who made Amnesia, so if you don’t know of it I just told you everything you need to know.

I’ve been almost home alone since yesterday morning. What I mean by that is, my mother is gone on a trip for work and my brother is also gone away staying at a friends until Sunday, so until then it’s just me and Dad. I was taking advantage of this fact. Dad can’t cook so we’ve been living off pre-made store-bought food like subs and the chicken I just ate, as well as coca cola (Bad for me, I know). Now, I’ve been getting really into this game. Its really scary and really immersive. And I’m easily scared. I’m sure you can see the direction this is going. I was playing last night and had been drinking lots of coca cola. The caffeine really got to me, and I filled up rather quick. I don’t know HOW quick, because time flies when I’m gaming. I was barely paying attention until I noticed I had to cross my legs and rock a little to be remotely comfortable. It was undeniable at this point, I really, REALLY had to pee.

I was wearing tight light blue jeans, complete with a belt with a cute butterfly buckle, and black and white striped panties. My top was…somewhere. I dunno. I’m the type that after she gets home to relax, layers start coming off in no real specific order. I was still wearing my bra, a nice black one I like, but thinking back I’m surprised I didn’t discard that too in favor of just one of my big T-shirts for the sake of comfort. Too eager to immediately get into the game I guess. I didn’t even remember to eat. I rarely do, and when I do hardly enough to get any damn nutrients, thus my being a stick. This forgetfulness will come into play.

So anyway, I was playing SOMA and I really had to pee. Crossing my legs, rocking, no grabbing though, as my hands were occupied with the game (I’m playing this on a dualshock 3 I have connected to my PC. The mouse and keyboard business lately has been making my wrist sore so I’m changing it up!). But I’ve got a bit of a complex where I don’t pause to do something unless I’ve just hit a checkpoint. If I’m in the middle of an objective I don’t stop until I’ve completed it, no matter how urgent other matters might be. The objective in this case, was to go downstairs and reset the network connection so I could run some sort of simulation to get a code from a virtual dude. Of course I get down there and there’s a monster I didn’t predict. Some gross mass of flesh with legs. Anyway, the point is I didn’t know he was in there. And I get really immersed and really frightened.

I walked into the room and felt something was off. It was dark and the music and accompanying atmosphere had gotten heavy. To reiterate, I get a little too immersed. Just being here put a pit in my stomach and a cold sweat on my brow. I snuck around, not really expecting anything to be there. I was quite literally on the edge of my seat, stiff as a statue, legs crossed with a bursting bladder. Just had to hit the button on the other side of the room and I could run off.

But then I rounded a corner and saw it. It wasn’t looking at me, but it was really close and I could see how very grotesque it was. I couldn’t even move my character, I froze. My breathing went heavy and my eyes wide as I sat there, frozen and shaking. And my crotch going damp. Wait what?

I slammed the pause button and shoved my hand between my legs. I was suddenly acutely aware that in being frozen in terror, I had peed in my underwear a little bit. A quick check showed a small patch between my legs. I cursed myself for letting myself be so caught off guard and vowed to run to the bathroom.

As soon as I hit that fucking button, of course.

I unpaused and backed off a bit, composing myself, waiting for the enemy to go away. As soon as I had the chance I slipped across the room. Finally, the network reset button! I flipped the switch. But I had to wait a moment so I could hit it again as confirmation? God dammit.

Of COURSE, the button pushing action would be noisy enough to attract the flesh bag to said computer. I heard it coming so I tried to back up behind one of the server things. But something was blocking my character. Shit. I panicked and turned around to see a chair on the ground. blocking my path. And I turned BACK around, and creepy moaning flesh dude was STARING RIGHT AT ME.

So goddammit, I turned around, jumped over the chair and ran. Sprinted through the weaves of the mazelike room, and out. There was a room outside of it to the left I knew I could shut the door to. My plan was to run in, turn around, slam the door, and figure out a hiding spot in there before he got in. Of course my plan had a fatal flaw.

I was completely unaware that this limping, groaning bag of whatthefuck, could sprint like Usain Bolt like you were leading him around in a race car with a gold medal tied to the back, when you alerted him to your presence. He was sprinting and on my heels the whole way, when I assumed I had a few seconds of respite I really didn’t have.

I ran into my safety room and spun around to slam the door. And it was right there. Sprinting about 5 feet away from me screeching. It slammed into me and the screen went black. Of course during this short timeframe, I SCREAMED. I screamed and I dropped the controller, my hands shooting up to my face. The next thing I knew when I came to my senses, I was wetting myself from sheer terror. My ass was suddenly very warm, and as I was still on the edge of my seat, it was pitter pattering onto the floor. I stood up as fast as I could, crossed my legs, reached my hands down and held on for dear life. I regained control and assessed the damage. The back of my thighs and my ass were…very wet indeed. My pants and underwear were quite obviously saturated beyond saving so I’d have to change. The moment I stood up though my bladder dropped like a rock and I suddenly noticed that it was quite visible. Being a stick of a person, when my bladder gets big I can tell pretty well just by looking at my belly. I had severely leaked, yes, but I still had a ton left in me. So bathroom time it was!

Those of you who have read my last experience already know my bathroom is just a little down the hall from my bedroom, on the 2nd floor. So I shuffled to the door and turned the knob to open it…Just as my dad was coming in. He didn’t know I was on the other side, obviously, and my door, like most bedroom doors, opens inward. The doorknob was swiftly driven…directly into my bladder.

I hid 85% of my body behind the door and peeked around and looked at my dad, asking what he wanted. The door wasn’t wide open obviously, it was just wide enough that he could probably slip through if he turned sideways. While I was asking this I was trembling horribly. That impact to my bladder had knocked my control out of the park. I felt myself slowly start leaking, gradually getting heavier. My crotch was getting warm. The warmth started spreading. I could feel my pants getting wet in the back, and some starting to seep through to the front. I was not in a position where I could start dancing around or suddenly whip one of my hands out of dads view, as I was holding onto the door and leaning around from behind it. He could see from my head to my shoulders I imagine.

He told me I had forgotten to eat and that he had re-heated my food. I stammered, shaking, legs wobbling as I lost further control. I tried so hard to clench my muscles down and press my legs tighter together, but my control was heavily wavering, to the point it was rapidly switching between extremes. One second I had full control, the next I’d hear the hissing for a second and hope he wasn’t hearing it. I was basically peeing my pants now, the wetness traveling much further than my ass given that I was no longer sitting down. It started soaking my legs, leaving trails, two big ones down the back of either leg and smaller ones branching off. I told him I’d be down in a minute to eat. I let out a small audible gasp as my inner thighs became overly saturated and I could feel urine trickling along my bare feet and ankles.

He asked me if I was alright, saying he saw I was shaking. He moved in the door more, pushing the knob further into my bladder. There went any control I had left and the hissing in my jeans became loud and constant. Pee was pouring out of me, and I could feel it traveling all over the front and back of my legs. I groaned loudly as he did this and he raised an eyebrow, and he tried to come in, yet again pushing the knob into my bladder even harder. It was like a hose at this point, it had gone from a stream into a jet, and I was wetting myself so hard the crotch and thighs of my jeans just couldn’t hold this volume at this speed and it started heavily dripping onto the floor, pattering into the now growing puddle around me. He was about to come in and look at me in full and I started to panic.

I suddenly realized that the pee hitting the floor and the loud hissing coming from my now drenched crotch was pretty loud, almost deafening to my in my paranoia and I quickly raised the volume of my voice and used my daughter powers to cover everything.

“DAD!! I’m shaking because I’m cold! I’m not dressed, I’m trying to change in here!!” and gave the door a shove. I can pretty much guarantee you, you will never see a male back off faster in your life. Daughter powers. Every daddy’s girl has them, and they work 100% of the time, and we all know how to use them like its primal instinct. Don’t test us. Not applicable to mothers.

I’m sure the story may seem drawn out while reading but do remember this was a short exchange that lasted like 20 seconds, maybe less. I heard a muffled “Alright, see you downstairs” and him walking off. I turned around and rested my back against the door. I unbuckled my cute little butterfly belt, undid my button and unzipped my jeans to give my aching bladder some relief. I was drenched anyway, so I figured I’d enjoy the moment and just stood there and finished wetting my pants. It felt absolutely wonderful now that the panic was gone. The warmth, the hissing, the general relief…these are sensations I’m sure 98% of you know so I don’t really need to describe that. But it was amazing. And very much a turn on. I sat in my puddle for a bit and just recouped, before sitting back in my chair which also had a tiny puddle in it from earlier, and tabbed over to my browser to look up some…similar material to my situation, and yeah that other stuff.

When I was finished I stripped off and took a shower, put on some jammies, cleaned up my messes with a towel, and I threw all that stuff into my laundry pile (which I did today while Dad was at work) and went down to grab my dinner and kick it back in the living room to watch some netflix with Dad for a bit. Nice bonding time, also partially testing how aware he was. Completely clueless, just as I suspected.

Perfection//Hanbin Scenario

Okay, so I have been obsessed with this band for what seems like forever now, and their music just gives me so much inspiration to write these kind of scenes.

While listening to Affection by Cigarettes After Sex, this little scene played in my head. (even though I should be working on this other piece that I’ve been working on for the longest time already…..)

Anyway, Enjoy! And I would really appreciate the likes if you enjoyed it :3

Sorry for any typos in advance!


Originally posted by baeky-v

His slow and even warm breaths grazed her skin lightly, and his warmth radiating from his lean body reached out to her amidst her cold, dark bedroom as they laid down next to each other on the girl’s bed. The proximity of his sleeping face as he slept deeply allowed her to see every minute detail of his perfect face, and the moonlight shining behind her and in through her window illuminated his figure, making him appear as though he came straight out of a movie scene. 

As she watched him, she still couldn’t fathom the reality of being with such a person as Hanbin. Such a perfect person as Hanbin. 

She knew that there was no such thing as absolute perfection in this world. Hanbin had his imperfections. His damaged hair, sticking out in all directions. The little marks of impurities scattered on his face. And the deep and dark circles underneath his eyes that always concerned her. Even his crooked teeth hidden in his mouth.

But strangely, despite all faults mentioned, to her he was perfect the way he was. I guess now she could understand how true that saying was, “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” And her heart swelled from the thought of being able to say that he was hers. 

A content sigh gently escaped her lips.

How could such a man as Hanbin be hers? How could such a man as him fall in love with a girl like her when his beauty far exceeded hers? It was a mystery to her. But the way he looked at her, his loving and sincere look that he would have on his face as he stared at her, washed away all signs of her insecurities. Just by his tender and warm gaze, she melts inside every time as she feels how sincere his affection was.

Hanbin sighed deeply in his sleep, and his arm came up to wrap around her waist. She felt a smile form on her lips, and she continued to admire the boy in front of her. 

He was beautiful beyond words, and sometimes her breath would get caught in her throat from the little things that he would do. Like right now, how his chests rises and falls with each inhale and exhale. How his fingers slightly move involuntarily against the skin on her bare waist under her short shirt. How his lips part from each other then press tightly before relaxing again as he slept.

Not being able to resist anymore, her small hand reached up to touch his cheek. To brush her fingertips over his dark eyebrows. Over his plump lips. To trace his tall nose. And finally brush his bangs covering his eyes away.

His eyes gently fluttered open at her touch, and his eyes blinked a few times to focus his vision on her. A sweet and child-like smile immediately stretched across his face. Slowly. Leisurely. 

And there, her heart squeezed inside her chest again. 

“Can’t sleep?” He asked groggily, his voice hoarse from sleep. His hand on her waist moved to stroke her lower back up and down, and he smiled at her once again before closing his eyes again. 

She giggled gently then shook her head. “I was just admiring how beautiful you are in the moonlight,” she whispered to him softly.

Then Hanbin looked down at her for a longer time, his eyes moving across her face lazily. A bigger smile appeared on his lips, and whispered back, “You’re more beautiful.”

Then he hugged her close to his chest, and she smiled, satisfied in his embrace. She snuggled in deeper, entangling her legs with his, and relaxed. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. And just like that, the both of them slept under the moonlight contently.


I gotta admit, I’m smiling like an idiot right now after writing this xD

My top 25 NaLu moments! (Part 1)

Here I’m going to post my favorite 25 NaLu moments. Since they have a lot of moments, it was hard to pick just 25 (and keep in mind that this is manga only, no anime, meaning there’ll be no filler moments, nor movie moments). Since I don’t want this to get too long, I’m going to split it into 2 parts (25 through 16, 15 through 1). Also, this is MY OPINION only; my favorite moments. You don’t have to agree with me, or say ‘the other moment should be higher’ or ‘why didn’t you include that moment here’. I love all NaLu moments, but there are some that just make my heart go ‘whoooooa’ and those are the ones I’ll include here. It’s not spoiler-free, so if you’re not updated on the current arc, I suggest not to read it.

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Rosvolio prompt: "If I promised you'd never see me again would you kiss me?"

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The Royal Guard snuck up on him unceremoniously. One moment he was in the market, fingers trailing over different pieces of fabric, delightedly thinking about how much it would irk his fiance if he had a dress commissioned for her in a color far more interesting than blue, when two men snatched at his arms. “His Grace wishes to speak with you, Signore Montague.” 

Benvolio is sure that his answering smirk can only be described as glib when he replies, “As my sovereign commands.” 

They drag him to the castle with little thought to the sizable crowd hungrily watching the events unfold. 

The prince is awaiting him in his lavish office, reading through missives that Benvolio half suspects are there just to make him appear busy. In truth he harbors little affection for Prince Escalus and always has, though it has no doubt been aggravated by his troublesome behavior regarding Rosaline. Still, the Montague heir has enough respect for decorum to give the other man a slight bow. 

Prince Escalus sets down a letter and nods in greeting, “Montague. Thank you for coming.” 

“Well, this worked best with my schedule.” Benvolio says wryly. His societal respect for propriety only goes so far, after all. 

A more adept leader would start off with some meaningless small talk, try their best to disarm their prey and put them at ease. Benvolio has no doubt it is what the prince’s sister would do. Prince Escalus, however, is not his sister. “I am sure that you are as aware of the chaos in our streets as I am, Montague, as I am also sure that you can clearly see that your engagement to Lady Rosaline has had no effect to calm the masses. The people are crying for blood and it does not appear as though they will stop.” 

Benvolio grits his teeth. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but I am vividly remembering you forcing Rosaline and I into this engagement. Are you now saying that you made a mistake?” 

“Precisely.” Escalus nods vigorously, his dark eyes annoyingly earnest. “I naively thought that I could achieve peace where countless generations of rulers have failed. I understand now that there will never be peace between House Montague and House Capulet, only uneasy coexistence. We must go back to the status quo if Verona is to survive.” 

“And how do you propose that happens? We were bound before God, it would be the greatest sin to turn back on those vows.” His blue eyes narrow as he follows that line of thought. “You would be condemning Rosaline to a life of servitude by reversing your choice.” 

“Oh, I cannot possibly tell the public I regret my decision. A leader must be strong, above all else, and admitting fault at a time like this would be detrimental to my ability to rule Verona.” Escalus explained, apparently perfectly happy with his self-serving reasoning. “No, you will have to flee Verona. Immediately.” 

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Amor Vincit Omnia ( Yoongi/Oc)

Chapter 19

“She wouldn’t really do something like that. At the end of the day, Mrs. Min loves her son, I’m sure she was just trying to get him to bend to her will. Yoongi won’t stand for that.”

Except when he’d gone ahead and married me.

“Okay.” I said nervously.

Namjoon squeezed my shoulder in a half-hug.

“don’t worry too much about that. If anything, we should be worried about Hye Mi. I saw her outside Yoongi’s office tonight. Security didn’t let her in of course, but there’s something very unstable about her.” Jimin said , a hint of nervousness in his voice. Taehyung wrapped an arm around the shorter male’s waist, kissing the side of his temple.  Jimin leaned back against his chest at once but still looked a little worried.

“Don’t worry, Jiminie. She’s not coming anywhere near Yoongi .” He said , voice low and oddly soothing. Jimin seemed to actually relax, physically when Taehyung was around and I found it very endearing.

“It’s not that she’s crazy or something. She’s known him for twenty years now. That kind of attachment isn’t going to go away easily.” Seokjin said firmly and Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Don’t defend her after what she did…” He snapped and Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“I’m not defending her. i just…”

“She’s never really loved Yoongi. She only loves what he stands for. Power and wealth.” Jung Kook said furiously and Seokjin looked like he regretted opening his mouth.

“Please. I just.. I don’t want her to be hurt either…”

They all turned to me in unison.

“How can you even say that after she..” Namjoon started but Seokjin clamped a hand on his mouth.

“Namjoon stop. ” Hobi hissed.

“I know you think she’s harmless, Ji soo, but the truth is she’s both heartless as well as obsessed. it’s a dangerous combination.” Jimin said , looking disgusted.

The door to the private lounge swung open and Yoongi came in, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. He stopped when he saw me, gave me a brief smile before making his way over and lightly patting my shoulder.

“What are you doing here? I dropped by the studio…” He said.

“I had no classes today. The kids are on vacation. Jimin picked me up.” I smiled back and he gave me a searching look.

“You’re okay? ” He whispered, for my ears only.

“Fine.” I whispered back and he smiled again before moving away. He took the couch next to Jung kook who promptly dropped into his lap, feigning exhaustion.

“Hyung, you’ve become a softie these days. ” He whined and Yoongi gave him a casual push, till he toppled onto the carpet.

“Did you talk to Hye Mi? Tell her to stay away…” Namjoon said bluntly and Yoongi glanced at me at once. That little glance bothered me a bit. Was he wary of me being there.?

“Hye Mi will get over it. She’s just a little distraught. I’m sure we don’t have to go over board…”

“I told her to stay the fuck away from me. If she’s foolish enough to ignore my warning, she can damn well face the consequences. That’s it. End of discussion. ” Yoongi snapped.

There was silence for a minute and then they all started talking again, on different topic, Hye Mi seemingly forgotten at once.

I watched them for sometime, feeling a little unsettled. They seemed to be okay now, but Jimin’s words scared me considerably. Was Hye Mi unstable? She hadn’t seemed that way …

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice next to me , made me jump . I hadn’t noticed that he’d come over to my side. I looked up at him and there was a slight frown marring his face. i immediately relaxed my face into a smile and squeezed the hand on my shoulder.

“I’m okay. Just thinking.” I said . He held a hand out, promting me to stand up. I followed him as he led me over to a secluded alcove in the lounge, with a small couch and at hearing distance from the others. I settled on the couch and he perched on the armrest, legs crossed casually as he leaned back . It was oddly soothing having him at armlength. He draped an arm around my shoulder and gave a little squeeze.

“You want to talk about it?” He said quietly.

“I..just.. Hye Mi…” I said helplessly.

He hesitated before shrugging.

“It would be foolish to think she’s harmless. She’s intelligent and like Namjoon said my mother isn’t likely to actually take her side against me. She’s sure to have other tricks up her sleeve if she’s actually trying something. You don’t have to worry too much. I’m keeping a close eye on her. She’s not going to be able to do anything.”

“I just want you to be safe.” I said softly. He smiled and nodded. Reached out and gently linked our fingers together.

“I’ll be fine. We should do something fun, sometime. Take our minds off all this drama. ” He said seriously.

Before i could reply , Jung Kook called out from the other side of the room.

“Are you guys going to start making out? That kind of fun had better be private.” He shouted. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, brat.” He said , smiling levelly.

“Which reminds me. Hyung, I’ve got my dance school’s showcase coming up. I was wondering if Ji Soo would like to partner up with me?” He said with a smile.

“I’d like that.” I said with a smile when at the exact same moment Yoongi let out a vehement. “No. find someone else.”

Jung kook looked from me to him, apparently uncomfortable and I gave Yoongi a curious glance.

“It’s just a dance, right?” I said hesitantly.

“Like hell it is. All the worst men of Seoul gather around to ogle scantily clad women who flaunt their bodies on a stage. I’ll be damned if I let you prance around like that.” He snapped.

Jung Kook spluttered indignantly.

“Hyung, that’s unfair! Dancing is an art form, I don’t…”

“No means No, Jung kook. Find someone else.” Yoongi said shortly and Jung Kook gave me a pleading look.

“Come on, Yoongi…It’ll be just me and him right…?” I said gently and he gave me a withering stare.

“Are you honestly into walking around naked in front of a bunch of lecherous old men? If that’s your thing, you can go right ahead and join that strip club he calls a dance studio.” He snapped.

“Yoongi, be nice.” Seokjin said warningly and Jung Kook stood up furiously.

“You know what, you don’t own her. If she wants to dance, she can damn well dance. Right, Ji Soo?” He turned to me with his eyes flashing and I blinked in surprise. How on earth had I got in the middle of these two? I wasn’t that into dancing. Had only even mentioned it because of idle curiosity.

But Jung Kook was right, Yoongi didn’t own me. If I wanted to, I ought to be able to dance.

“I think I can try. Just to see if I’m comfortable with it.” I said, watching Yoongi carefully. He glared at me so fiercely, I wanted to take a few steps back.

“I can’t believe you… The last time you got up on a stage in front of people , you almost had a heart attack. Now you want to go dance?” He said, tone coated with disbelief.

“I’m not saying I’ll go ahead and do it, Yoongi. It just seemed like fun. I want to try… what can possibly be wrong with trying?” I argued. He rolled his eyes.

“ If you’re not ready to listen to sense, fine. I’m not going to waste my time talking about this. I’m not turning up at that thing as well. You’ll be on your own.  Don’t come crying to me when something goes wrong.” He said furiously, before getting up from near me and stalking out of the room. I stared after him in defeat. Yoongi was still the incredibly unreasonable man I’d married apparently.

Jimin waited a full minute before giving Taehyung a light grin.

“You were right TaeTae. It’s always better to work out differences in the bedroom.” He leered. Taehyung gave a surprised chuckle while Namjoon glared at the pair.

“Oh my God. that’s disgusting…” Hobi kicked Jimin .

I wasn’t paying attention though, already wondering why it was so hard to keep the peace with my supposed love interest.

~~~~~~


“Hold your arms out, straight out in front, wrists firm, drop your palms and rotate your neck, 360 degrees. ” Jung Kook said and I followed accurately, my neck cricking a bit. The move was very sensual, my hair falling around me like a silk curtain of sorts. He’d insisted that my hair looked better left loose.

“Hands on either side of your waist, trace an eight with your hip, that’s right. ”

Despite the slightly risque choreo, I enjoyed dancing with Jung Kook , who was a phenomenal dancer. But a part of me still stung with the strong rejection that Yoongi had shown the previous day. It really didn’t make sense to me. Sure, he was a bit possessive but Jung kook had told me that there would be less than fifty guests, all of them very close friends and most of them decent guys. Friends of Yoongi’s for that matter. But I knew that other than the six of them, yoongi didn’t view anyone as a friend.

“I’m having fun, Jung Kook. Thank you for that.” I said after he switched off the music and gave me a smile.

“Well, you’re a natural so I should be the one thanking you. Even so, it was nice that you stood up to Yoongi. He should understand that he can’t brow beat you around.”

I smiled uncomfortably.

“He doesn’t usually. I actually don’t know why he’s so upset over it.” i frowned.

Jung kook shrugged.

“He’s fiercely possesive. And protectiove and headstrong. it’s a horrible combination of traits. I think it’s lucky he met someone like you. I mean, not that you’re easily bullied or anything, but you seem like the kind of giel who wouldn’t go up against him for every little thing. You let him have his way often and that makes a difference, He knows he can trust you and he lets you make the decisions sometimes. I’m sure it’ll get better as you guys get to know each other.” Jung Kook grinned.

I stared at him.

“It’s funny. Hearing someone talk about him like that. it makes me wonder what anyone would say about me…” I said softly.

“About you?”

“I’m not… I don’t think I have any particular trait. Maybe I would have had some, if I’d been allowed to grow up the way i was supposed to. Most of the time though, I’d just suppress whatever I felt and do what was required. I think I’m still like that. even yesterday, I wanted to immediately tell you that I didn’t want to do this thing with the dance, because Yoongi looked upset. ” I said with a sigh.

Jung Kook reached out and squeezed my wrist.

“You should talk to Yoongi about this. It won’t help if he’s so headstrong all the time. You should learn to live your life and he should learn how to let go sometimes. ”

I didn’t respond.

But deep down I knew he was right.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you angry?” Yoongi said gruffly, offering me a one armed hug and thrusting a bouquet of what looked like a gazillion roses into my hand. I blinked and smiled, shaking my head as I let him into the studio. It was a little past nine and Jung Kook had just dropped me off at the studio.

“No, I’m not angry. But at least you know I have the right to be.” I said primly and he ducked his head, looking a little embarrassed.

“I know I must have looked like a bastard, yelling at you like that in front of the guys…”

I shrugged.

“You’ve said worse. ” I reminded him and he looked stricken.

“I’m trying to apologize. You should stop making me feel like trash.” He said petulantly.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“Apology accepted. I’m surprised you decided to apologize actually.”

Yoongi shrugged.

“I promised you I’ll try to do the right thing when it comes to our relationship. i know I’m bad at this stuff but I’m willing to learn.  I talked to Seokjin hyung and Namjoon and they explained it to me. We’re in this together right? ” He smiled.

I nodded.

“ Good. I just… I know the kind of things the guys talk about when they see women dancing. I’ve been like that too. I just didn’t want anyone talking about you like that.” He said softly.

“That’s very sweet of you. Would you like to sit down, I just made some dukbokki” I said.

He followed me to the kitchen and told me a bit about his day.

“There’s a bunch of projects I’m trying to get approved. They involve some of the estates that Seokjin’s endorsing but the whole thing is being held up because of some problem with the planning committee.” He was saying. I hummed periodically, moving around and getting our dinner trays ready. I didn’t know a lot about Yoongi’s business but he seemed to like talking to me about eevrything and I enjoyed listening to his voice. So it was a win-win really.

Once we sat down to dinner he reached out and kissed my cheeks.

“I’d like for us to get married agin…someday.” He said softly. I froze in place, mildly stunned, heart pounding.

He grinned.

“Do you really want us to live in sin?” He winked.

“We’re not living together…” I reminded him. Or sinning. Definitely no sinning involved.

Yoongi shrugged.

“We could. I was actually thinking of moving in here with you. For safety’s sake. I’m not very happy about you staying here by yourself. ”

I stared at him, aware of a very pervasive heat spreading through my body.

“Yoongi…” My voice came out scratchy and his gaze softened.

“This isn’t a proposition Ji Soo… I can sleep on the couch…” He said gently. But a naughty smile played around his mouth. “ unless you invite me into your bed. Which is also totally cool.”

I smiled and shook my head. There was something very endearing about him, i realized. Very sincere and honest. Yoongi would always be true to himself and loyal to me. I just knew it. He didn’t have it in him to hide who he was and I loved that so much.

“I’d like to marry you too, someday.” I said quietly.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist, kissing the soft skin on the inside lightly.

“Thank you. I know I’m not…. the best choice for a husband . I mean, i know I’m a lot to put up with. Thank you for not kicking me to the curb.” He grinned but there was a note of genuine gratitude there that made my eyes sting.

When dinner was done,  I slowly brought up a subject that had bothering me a lot. I had been almost a month since we’d started seeing each other and other than the occasional kiss , he stayed away from me. I didn’t know if he wasn’t interested or if he thought I wasn’t. it didn’t help that I tended to pretty much freeze up , heart pounding when he stepped a bit too close. It was becoming worse, the more i got to know him. It seemed the more I fell in love with him, the more shy I was becoming.

“We can… You could.. I mean I wouldn’t mind if you… you know tried to…”

I sounded like a train wreck in slow-motion.

Yoongi gave me a look that clearly said.’ What the hell is wrong with your ability to talk?’  

“We could kiss..” I blurted out and He blinked in confusion.

“Wow. Okay. ” He laughed . “ Come here then.”

He patted his lap of all things and I had the sudden burning desire to run as fast as i could. i imagined actually going over and lowering myself down on him and…no.

I would expire on the spot. I backtracked furiously.

“Actually, ” I said, heart pounding in my throat. “ I changed my mind. You should go.”

“Come here.” He narrowed his gaze and my pulse actually sped up even more.

I was going to die. Oh, God i was going to die.

“No.. No.. really.. it’s stupid..” I stood up taking a few steps back and he sighed and stretched fingers linked together and arm raised over his head . He rolled his shoulders as though he was getting ready to destroy something.

“I said.. Come here.” He stood up slowly and I stumbled back till I hit the wall. Without thinking i dived for the door leading to the office but he was quicker, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against the warmth of his shirt. He smelled like heaven. Day long cologne and the smell of a hard-working male . I whimpered when he pressed me against the wall, hips anchoring me to the hard surface.

“What’s scaring you? it’s just me right… Do i frighten you?” He whispered.

Yes.

“No. I just… I don’t …” I was completely at a loss for words. There were so many things going through my head right now and not even one thing worth articulating out loud without sounding like a complete loon.

“Easy.. i just want to hold you… ” He whispered, reaching out carefully and framing the side of my face with his hand.

“Yoongi..” I breathed out, terrified that he would kiss me. Terrified that he wouldn’t.

“You’re beautiful. You know I’ll never hurt you right? ” He said, kissing the corner of my mouth and pulling back, looking concerned.

I nodded quickly.

“Of course..I just…It’s all so very new to me…” I said helplessly. He smiled.

“And I love that. I love that I’m the only one who gets to teach you this. Teach you everything.” He smiled and captured my lips with his.

As easily as always, he turned my body to mush in his hands. I melted into his embrace, his kiss drugging me completely. The sweet sweet taste filling my senses, even as his fingers slipped through my thick hair, lightly tracing circles on the back of my head, making my entire body sing with pleasure. He flicked my tongue with his, playfully tugging on my lips. I groaned when his tongue pushed in, tasting licking and making me crave more, more, more.

I jumped a little when his fingers lightly slipped down,. to the waistband of my skirt and tugged my blouse up a little. He slipped a finger in and for a few seconds, he just let his palms rest there, on the soft skin just above my waist to the left of my belly button, forefinger tracing soft little circle with the daintiest of touches. Feather light and so soft, barely there but completely breathtaking. My legs trembled a little and he pulled away.

“Do you want me to stop? ” He smiled.

I shook my head.

“Not now. But.. I mean.. we can a do a little more but I’m not.. i don’t know if I want to go all the way..” I blushed a bright tomato red but he gave me a very serious nod.

“anytime you say me to pause or stop. I’ll stop. ” He said briskly.

I nodded.

“Okay. Okay.”

“Good. Can i kiss you again?” He winked.

Winked.

I melted.

“Yes.. please. ” I cringed at how needy i sounded but he didn’t seem to mind.

His lips closed over me again and this time I tried kissing him back, tried doing the same things he’d done to me and I must have done it right because he moaned against my lips. I lightly bit his lips, tried to push my tongue in but his was stronger and for a few minutes I just clutched at him wildly, trying to win against his agile tongue and finally sinking back in defeat. He chuckled into the kiss and then relaxed, let me lead, let me slowly explore the depths of his mouth , lightly tasting him, the rough ridges on his tongue.

He kissed me deeper and the languid motion of his lips, coincided with the lazy stroke of his fingers on my skin, moving up gently, tracing my ribs and then, finally, finally touching the edge of my breasts. He didn’t touch me or even cup me or try to slip his fingers inside my bra. Instead he just pressed his palm against my heart, feeling the thud of my pulse against his skin and the last defences inside me just crumbled.

Suddenly I knew without a modicum of doubt that I was in love with this man and would be in love with him for the rest of my life.

There would be no one else.

Ever.

It started as a sort of fire inside me, licking its way upward till it consumed me. This burning, maddening desire that blotted out everything else leaving only a desperate aching want to hold him close to my heart, close to my body, inside me around me.

I burn for you.

“Take me to bed.”  I said without thinking, not even hesitating. He looked stunned.

“Ji Soo..”

“No. I mean it. I want to do this.. I.. I want to be.. with you. Like that. I want to be yours. In every way..” I clutched at him rather desperately and he pulled me close, wrapping an arm around me and gently hugging me.

“Shush.. You’re mine. Of course you’re mine.. We don’t have to have sex for that to be true angel.. ”

“Yoongi…I.. you told me.. that .. that you burn for me.. Now I know what that means..I burn for you too…  Just.. Take me to bed, please…”

He hugged me, kissed my hair, the edge of my jaw and the curve of my neck.

“Okay…Okay… sweetheart. But you know you can tell me to stop right.. Anytime , I hurt you…” He looked uncharacteristically vulnerable as he stared at me and I wanted to kiss him breathless.

“Yes."I said firmly. ” I know. And that’s precisely why I’m not going to tell you to stop.“

I kissed him. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me up before carrying me into the bedroom. Placing me down at the edge of the bed, he moved to the vase where I’d placed the roses.

I watched as he slowly took a handful of the blooms, gathering the petals before sprinkling them on the pristine white sheets. I watched mesmerized as they scattered all over the bed in a fragrant ruby red shower.

It was an oddly romantic gesture, one I’d never expect from someone like Yoongi.

And then something really momentous happened. He looked me in the eye and said very clearly.

"I love you, Ji soo. Will you be mine?” He whispered.

I smiled back like a loon, my face almost splitting in two.

“I already am, Min Yoongi ssi.." 

~~~~~~~~~ 

I woke up with almost every single muscle aching. I blinked a bit, vaguely remembering last night. I grimaced. It had been ….odd. There really was no other word for it. Pain and pleasure, I’d never once realized that the two things could be linked. Or that the brain could oscillate between the two so fast. It had been excruciatingly painful but had felt mindblowingly good as well.

did that make sense?

Sometime during the night, she had kicked the blanket away. I shivered lightly , trying to stare out the window. it was still a little dark, the sky a dull grey, heralding pre-dawn. I stretched a bit, enjoying the way my bones ached and my spine curved off the bed.

"You’re cold. Get under the blanket.” Yoongi’s muffled voice came from underneath the comforter and I smiled at how he sounded, groggy and rough and slightly drunk.

“I like how the cold feels . ” I said honestly. I really did. It felt nice, gooseflesh breaking out all over my skin, sending shivers up and down my body.

He looked up over the blanket then, and I felt the familiar pang of amazement at how genuinely beautiful the man was.

“Never mind. I’ll warm you myself.”

I laughed as he kicked the blanket away and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and shaping my breasts with warm hands. He kissed the side of my temple, down to my earlobe, lightly suckling on the skin before moving down to the juncture of my neck and shoulders. He had a very different way of kissing, an open-mouthed kiss that left slick wet trails behind as he lightly bit and licked the skin. Yoongi was the exact opposite of what I’d thought he’d be. More gentle, patient exploration than explosive passion. It definitely warmed me, inside and out.

I waited for him to start but true to his word, he just held me, lightly touching me all over, His body pressed close against mine. He was hard and angular in all the places that I was soft and pliant and our bodies fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle. I sighed in genuine contentment , wrapping my arms around his neck and he looked down at me.

“Are you okay.?” He smiled.

I nodded.

“Good.”

He kissed me hard and fast, tongue pushing in without preamble and fingers fluttering down to grab the back of my thigh, prompting me to open my legs up till he could fit in between, the hard press of his arousal against my stomach making me bite my lips .

He slipped two fingers inside me , facing no resistance at all and I fell back against the pillows , stunned at how sensitive I was. there was no pain now. Just mindblowing pleasure that spread throughout my body like wildfire. He kissed my eyelids and pulled back. His fingers slipped out of me as well and I felt bereft and empty, my hips chasing his hand and begging for more. But he didn’t touch me, instead kissing the hollow of my neck, down to the valley between my breasts.

When he pushed into me, I saw stars. I felt grounded, steadied and anchored to reality as he moved inside me, hard strong and just so… real. His movements were, slow controlled and downright lazy. I enjoyed the gentle rocking motion of his hips against mine, the weight of his body pressing me into the bed, the little stubble from his chin rubbing against the skin of my cheek. He made little noises of pleasure against my ears and I filed them away in memory. Yoongi sounded so arousing, his voice shaky and husky as he slid in and out of me.

Then he pulled out and lightly kissed me.

“Turn over.”

I blinked but obediently, turned around turning my face a bit till my cheek was pressed into the pillow. He covered my back with his chest and the warmth of his body churned my insides. I whimpered, when he lightly lifted my hips, nudged my thighs apart and slid in from behind, the new angle making my body seize up in pleasure. His entire weight pressed into me and I could barely breathe but I loved it so much. The heaviness of his body on mine, the way he rained kisses across my back while his hips snapped forward ruthlessly. The gentleness of his mouth and lips on my neck and shoulders at sharp contrast with how fast he was rocking into me.

My world exploded without warning and I sobbed a little as he pressed down harder, all hard angles and brute force.

When it was done, he pulled the blanket over both of us and spooned me from the back.

“We need a proper honeymoon.” He said, voice already tinged with sleep.

“I agree.” I kissed the arm lay casually across my shoulder, fingers lightly brushing back and forth against my nipple.

“I love you.” I said impulsively and he grunted.

Laughing, I turned and went back to sleep.

We spent the rest of the week away from each other, because Yoongi had an important business deal that required him to be in the office twenty four seven. The showcase for Jung kook’s studio went well and unfortunately Yoongi couldn’t attend. but I had fun and later we all went out for dinner. I missed Yoongi of course, but I understood now what Jung Kook meant about me living my own life. I loved Yoongi and he was an important, perhaps the most important part of my life. But he wasn’t the only thing either. I had other interests. Things that I liked and enjoyed . Things that defined me.

The children came back from vacation and as September faded into the bleak, cold and wet months of October, I started feeling a lot like a different human being.

a real person.

I could make decisions. I could make mistakes.

I could finally live.

One evening, Yoongi and I lay nestled on a bunch of pillows on the living space of his penthouse when he lightly kissed my hand.

“Should we get married?” He said suddenly and I hesitated.

“Now?” It was hardly a question. We were almost married, in every sense of the word. We spent most of our days and nights together.

“I was thinking sometime around Christmas? I spoke to my mother and father and they want me to make a public announcement soon. My mum in particular refuses to believe that you won’t leave me hanging again.” He rolled his eyes.

“Ommonim must have been very hurt…” I said apologetically and he shrugged.

“She’s old fashioned that way. Doesn’t matter. I’m glad we went through with the divorce. I like the idea of us starting again. With a real marriage.”

I nodded.

“And what about Hye Mi?” I Said hesitantly.

He looked a little upset.

“She attempted suicide a few days back. I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I guess… it’s best if you know.” He said.

I stared at him in distress. There was genuine sadness in his gaze and I understood. Hye Mi may have made bad decisions but she had been in love with Yoongi for a long time. And in his own way Yoongi had cared for her.

“And?” I prompted.

“I spoke to her parents in the US. They’ve agreed to take her back home. She needs help. ” He looked a little guilty and I hugged him tightly.

“I’m sorry.” I said honestly.

“Don’t be. Whatever we went through , I… I never led her on. I was very clear about how I felt about her. If she’d…If she’d talked to me about it, tried to understand I would have helped her. I don’t approve of her coming after my friends . ”

I nodded.

“I’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s time to stop with BTS>” He said gently.

I stared at him in surprise.

“Yoongi…”

“When I first started having feelings for you, one of my beiggest fears was that you would ask me to stop with all that stuff. But you didn’t You never did and well, I love that about you. You’ve never tried to tell me what to do or how to do it. It’s something a guy like me doesn’t get that often you know, unconditional acceptance. I think, that makes it more important for me to do this. I’ve spoken to the guys about this and they agree as well. I mean…of course , I can’t just drop everything but I’d like to withdraw myself. Not get involved unnecessarily. I want to keep you safe.”

I nodded, mutely.

“I want us to start a family someday. And well, it won’t help if the father’s always getting shot at. We’ll still need a lot of protection and security but I think I would feel better if I don’t hang a target on your head with my actions.” He stroked the back of my head and I nodded again.

“I’m happy you feel that way. ” I smiled.

He shrugged.

“So what do you say?”

“What?”

“Will you marry me?”

I blinked when he stood up suddenly and sank to one knee in front of me. I was on the floor in frot of him and so it was all so ridiculous.

Until he pulled out a small box and held it open.

I stared at the small platinum chain there, and pulled it out gently. It was a little black casing with a grain of rice inside. On it inscribed beautifully Till death do us part.

“Yoongi…”

“I had it made, that night at the charity ball… I thought it was fate…the fact that we made ones for each other….” He gently pulled the chain around his neck, which held the similar one I’d given him.

“So.. what do you say?” He smiled.

“Of course I’ll marry you…” I smiled happily, throwing my arms around his neck and tackling him to the floor.

This was it, I though, as he pressed me into the cushion and kissed me breathless.

This was my prince charming.

This was my happy ending.

And the little frightened girl inside me, the one who had spent the best part of her life being beaten, abused , hurt and crying,  finally smiled.

Epilogue.

We got married last Winter.

In life, you get handed some things by default. Like family . Parents. Your status in life.

But some things you get the opportunity to shape and form.

Love. Career . Your own family.

some people cling to the things they can’t change, ignoring the ones they can. While others learn to let go of the things they can’t change and focus on what they can.

When I think of all the things Yoongi and I have gone through, I feel certain that the secret to our relationship is our acceptance of each other. I know that he’ll always be a bit possessive. He knows I’ll always be a bit of a coward. We’ve learnt to put up with each other , to ignore those little flaws and focus on the things we love.

He still snaps at me..

Still ignores me sometimes when he’s annoyed or thinking of something.

But I don’t let it get to me.

It helps that there’s always flowers , cuddling and kisses later, once he realizes he’s been mean to me.

And he didn’t fully leave BTS either. I always knew that was a bit of a bluff. But he didn’t put himself in danger either and well, I was grateful for that. Our wedding took place in one of the biggest hotels in Seoul. All six of the guys were best men. I’m pretty certain all the women in the crowd went wild when they showed up in their pure white tuxes.

We honeymooned in New York. It wasn’t a very long one. Just ten days, but then I fell in love over a hundred times , over and over again.

“Ji Soo”

I almost knocked over the bowl of kimchi as my husband’s panicked voice came across the house.

“What’s wrong?” I called out. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

“It says here that Oral sex can kill the baby…”

He looked postively green.

I blinked in confusion. And horror. Mostly horror.

“What on earth…?”

I walked over slowly to the couch, when he was sitting, still in his suit and jacket with his phone in one hand while he stared at some website. I was very conscious of the added weight of the baby. At seven months I felt like a small house, waddling around,

“Oh…” I stared at the website where sure enough it warned about Oral sex during pregnancy…“ Oh. Well okay. ” I smiled.

“But that night we…”

I rolled my eyes.

“That was six months ago. the baby’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed both palms against my belly, smoothing over the curve, concentrating on feeling movement. One he got a resounding kick as a response , he relaxed a bit.

“Okay?” I prompted, threading my fingers through his hair while he kissed my stomach.

“Okay…” He said sheepishly.

“You’re unbelievable. Now go get washed up… ” I tugged on his tie and kissed him soundly.

He moaned into the kiss, gently grabbing the side of my waists and maneuvering me till I was on his lap, awkwardly perched on him.

“That oral thing though… it’s okay if it’s the other way round…right?” He said hopefully and I laughed in disbelief.

“You’re insatiable, Min Yoongi ssi. Now go change fast… Dinner’s getting cold.” I climbed off him and he pouted before letting me go.

“I love you, babe.” HE called out, once I went back into the kitchen.

“I love you too…” I called out.

And I did.

With all my heart and soul.

For better or for Worse.

Till death do us part.

The end

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