time may have forgotten this land but he never forgets... or forgives

in ten years i’ll tell you i love you (but not now) [Yoongi]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst ; Fluff 
Word Count: 4237
Description: if there are any words that could travel through space and time to reach the person they have to reach, ‘i love you’ would be those words.
Author’s Note: so basically…the fucking soulmate reincarnation au yoongi brithday fic NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!! praise i wrote this in one day in the span of like 4 hrs i ignored my work i am going to REGRET

It is forbidden. It is forbidden, and dangerous, and high-risk, and the utmost cliché. That you, the lowly servant girl, from a long line of ancestors of the same position, would fall in love with the son of the household you are serving.

The House of Min is a house your family has served for centuries, and most likely will serve for centuries more, and somehow you are the first (or perhaps you were not the first, but you had most certainly never heard of anyone else similar to you) to fall completely and utterly in love with the person you were supposed to be serving.

And yet — it is the utmost cliché is it not? That he, the heir to a fortune, one amongst the richest in the country, would fall in love with the servant girl who lives in the basement with the rest of the help, far, far away from the glittering chandeliers and marble staircases that lead to his room. Far enough so that, should he be like his parents, he would have forgotten the help existed even in the moments they were not serving them. Far enough so that, if it were not for you, he could have forgotten anyone but his family lived in the same house as he.

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Summary: You start to doubt whether your father loves you or not.

Pairings: Elrond x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1001

Warnings: Very OoC!Elrond. I feel like he cares more about his children more than he does himself. 

Requested by: anon

A/n:This is part 1. Part 2 will be up eventually. Also I was going to make this set in the time of Lord of the Rings, but I wanted it to be in The Hobbit

Part 2 Master List

You shuffle a bit as you watch your father walks out of the room with an arm around Arwen’s shoulder and a smile on his face as he looks at her lovingly. You can’t help, but feel jealous.

He had never given you that much affection. His face was always so straight faced when he spoke to you and he had never hugged you and it especially hurt when he pulled the wizard into a hug yesterday. He always gave your little siblings a lot of attention, but not you and you took that to heart. You couldn’t hate your siblings for it though.

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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (The Epilogue: Part B)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2946

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Wow. I can’t believe it’s over. Thank you all so much!

 [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19] [Part 20] [Epilogue: A]


It’s been a week. One week and your whole world has been turned upside down, all because of three words.

For the first two days, Auston gives you space. On the third day, flowers arrive at your door, attached with a note in his handwriting that reads: I’m sorry. (You blame Mitch for giving him your address). The next day, it’s a box of your favourite donuts and a cute fluffy bear wearing your Furies’ jersey. The day after, a brand-new hockey stick and pucks with the words, FORGIVE ME initialed in silver sharpie. On the sixth day, he sends you what looks to be a homemade cake, with “I’m a dick” written messily on top in white frosting. That one makes you laugh.

Today, you haven’t received anything yet. You’ve just headed through the doors of the MasterCard centre, on your way to practice, when you spot him from across the hallway.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you swear under your breath, trying to walk quickly down the hall without him noticing. How had you forgotten the Leafs were practicing today?

“Y/N!” you hear him shout.

You’ve been spotted. You start running, apologizing as you weave in and out of people, trying your best not to knock them over with your hockey bag.

“Y/N - wait up!”

“Go away Auston!” you shout over your shoulder. A couple of people take notice of your exchange and start laughing.

You break into a sprint, throwing open the door to your rink and barrelling down the hallway. However, you forget how fast Auston is. He catches onto the back strap of your bag before you can make it to your dressing room. He pulls so hard you actually fall over, landing on top of your bag hard enough that it knocks the wind out of you.

“Seriously Auston?” you wheeze, glaring at him. You pick yourself off the bag and wince as you prod at your side, which had pressed up against a sharp object when you fell (presumably your skate).

“I’m so sorry - I was just trying to get you to stop. I didn’t mean to make you fall over.”

“Did you consider that I didn’t want to stop because I don’t want to talk to you?” When he doesn’t say anything, your roll your eyes, picking your bag up off the ground. “Guess that one didn’t cross your mind. Typical.”

“Y/N! Can you just give me a chance to explain myself?”

“I gave you a chance, and all you gave me was bullshit,” you say, referring to his admission that he loves you.

He looks you dead in the eye. “I meant what I said.”

You give him an incredulous look and start to turn away.

“Wait! Wait a minute, okay? Can we just…go somewhere to talk. Please? Just give me an hour to properly explain everything.”

You sigh. “Fine. Half an hour, tops.”


“Yes. But you have to stop sending me things.”

“But I-”

“No more gifts,” you say firmly. “And please, if you see Mitch, tell him I’m not happy that he’s giving out my address to people, and that I will expose him on Instagram. I’ve found some rather embarrassing photos from his middle school days that his followers might be interested in.”

Auston laughs. “Alright, I’ll pass the message along.”

You give him a half-hearted smile and begin to walk away.

“Wait!” he calls after you. “Where do you want to go to talk?”

“Surprise me.”

It’s later on that day. Auston has texted you from Mitch’s phone where he wants you to meet him. (You may have blocked Auston’s number one day when you were very angry.)

Steph agrees to drive you down there in the case that things go wrong and you need to get away quickly. She said her and Mitch were planning to go to a pizza place near the area anyways, and didn’t mind going in separate cars.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” you ask Steph on the ride there. Lights from the Toronto streets flash by as you make your way out of the downtown core.

“I don’t know; do you still love him?”

You turn to her, surprised. “I never-”





“Really?” Steph gives you a look. “Don’t try to play dumb. Just admit it - you loved him. You still love him, for god’s sake.”

“I’m not sure I do,” you say, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Can I tell you something, straight up?”

“Of course.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself to try and protect yourself from getting hurt again.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, even though you’re starting to understand what Steph is telling you.

“He hurt you - that much is obvious. And you’re scared of getting hurt again, so you’re avoiding confronting your feelings for him because of the chance he might reject you a second time.”

“Damn it. When did you become so wise?”

“What are you talking about, ‘when’?” You raise an eyebrow at her. “Okay, fine. I may have made a lot of mistakes in the past.” You keep looking at her. “And you may have had to get me out of a situation more than once.”

“Thank-you for finally giving me the recognition I deserve.”

Steph rolls her eyes. “Whatever, Y/N. But honestly, I think being with Mitch has helped me grow as a person. I feel more mature, and like I can handle emotional drama a lot better.”

You reach over and squeeze her hand. “I’m glad.”

“Trust me, so am I. Looking back, I can’t believe I wasted so much unnecessary energy over guys who didn’t care. But I’ve talked at length with Mitch about your situation, and Auston really does care about you. He’s realized over the past couple months that he fucked up - big time. So at this point, I think it’s up to you if you want to give him another chance.”

You nod, taking it all in. “Thanks, Steph.”

“No problem.” She smiles at you warmly, and a pang of sadness hits you. You’ll miss having her around when she leaves for Brampton in two days.

Several minutes later, Steph pulls into a dark driveway and stops. She reaches into the back seat and pulls out a blindfold from a bag you hadn’t realized was there.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She rolls her eyes. “Relax, it’s part of the surprise. Auston requested that you wear the blindfold,” she explains. “He must be into some kinky shit.”


“Sorry, sorry.” She laughs. “I’m kidding. Just put it on.” She tosses you the fabric and you slide it over your head.

“Alright, what’s next?” you ask.

“Hold on a sec, just let me text Auston and let him know we’re here.”

“Did you guys set-up this entire thing behind my back?”


You huff. “Of course you did.”

“I think you’re going to like what he’s set-up. Mitch wasn’t happy when I complained that he never does anything like this for me.”

“What, tell him to meet you at strange places at night and ask you to wear a blindfold? Trust me, it’s not that great.”

Steph laughs. “Alright, I’m gonna help you out and then we’re going to walk to where Auston is.” You hear the car door open and shut, and then she opens your door. “Hold my hand.”

You take her hand and then begin to walk forward blindly, gravel crunching under your feet. “If I die, I hope you know I’m holding you fully responsible.”

“Y/N, you’re going to be fine.” You keep walking for another minute, and then Steph stops you. “Alright, we’re here.”

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“Not yet.” She tugs you forward, and you know you’re inside a building when you hear the thud of a door closing behind you. It’s cold inside, and you feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. Steph leads you through another door and then stops you again.

“Take a seat.” Steph helps you sit down onto what you think is a bench. You hear her rustling through a bag.

“You don’t happen to have a sweater in that bag, do you?”

“No, sorry. But I do have these!”

“I can’t see.”

“Oh, right. I’ve got to take your shoes off.”

“What the hell is Auston planning?”

“You’ll see in a second.” You bend down and help her take off your shoes, and she slides on your skates.

“How’d you get my skates?”

“I have my ways.”

Steph quickly laces up both your skates. When she finishes, she reaches up to your head and pulls off the blindfold. You blink, adjusting your eyes as you look around. You’re in an unfamiliar hockey dressing room.

“What now?”

“I’ve been told I’m supposed to leave you here, and that whenever you’re ready, you can head out to the ice. You all good?”

“Yup,” you say, nodding. You feel nervous all of a sudden, but you’re not going to let it get to you.

Steph rushes forward and pulls you in for a quick hug. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll have my phone on full volume. Mitch and I are just five minutes away.”

“Thanks Steph, you’re the best.”

She smiles. “Have fun.”

“I’ll try.”

She turns and walks out of the room, leaving you alone.

You take a deep breath, and walk over to the mirror near the bathroom. You rearrange your hair, trying to pat down the frizzy parts that have stuck up from the blindfold. Once you’re convinced you look half-decent, you turn and head out of the dressing room.

The sight before you leaves you breathless.

The entire rink is lit up from tea lights and candles placed in little clusters in the stands. Their warm glow reflects off the ice and bathes everything in a beautiful golden light. Auston stands at centre ice, his hands shoved in his pockets.

You walk over to the open door and step onto the ice, slowly skating over to him.

“Hey,” he says, smiling nervously at you.

“Hi,” you respond, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear shyly.

“So, um…I figured we could talk here, since the ice is like your second home. I just wanted you to feel comfortable and stuff.”

“Thank-you, I really appreciate that.” You gesture around at the candles. “Everything’s so beautiful. It must’ve taken you forever to put it together.”

Auston flushes. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, unconvinced. “How many hours?”

“Only two. I made Mitch help me, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Well, still. I appreciate the effort.” You smile up at him. He reaches out, like he’s going to touch your cheek, but then draws his hand back quickly.

“So um…should we skate?”

“Uh…yes, let’s.”

You both begin skating beside each other, gliding easily across the unmarked ice. You do an entire lap before Auston speaks. “So, you must be wondering why I left like that.”

“Amongst a thousand other things,” you murmur.

“I don’t know how to describe it other than it being a coward. I took the easy way out.” He pauses to take a deep, trembling breath. “Once I figured out I was in love with you, I panicked. You had become so important to me in such a short time. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly about a person other than you, and that terrified me. I couldn’t imagine losing you, so I decided that it would be best just to cut ties off then and there.”

You give him a confused look.

“I know, that doesn’t make any sense, but my thinking was that I didn’t want you to leave - I didn’t want to deal with that pain - so I had to be the one to cut ties first. If I had stayed with you and then left for Zurich, and we were in a long distance relationship, I feared you would have gotten bored, or met someone else like Will; someone who was closer and could love you better than I could an ocean away. I wanted to make you happy, but I knew you’d only be miserable if I was so far from you.” He looks at you, an ashamed look on his face.

“You know what your biggest mistake in all of this was, Auston?”


“That you thought you knew what was best for me.” You look at him straight-on, your stare unwavering. “I wouldn’t have been miserable, or gotten bored, or met someone else, because all day, the only thing that runs through my mind is you,” you tell him honestly. “Did you know that Will kissed me the other week?”

He clenches his fists, anger immediately clouding his expression. “I knew it,” he growls. “That fucking Swedish pr-”

“No - stop. Before you get all mad at Will, I stopped it almost as soon as it started. Because, even though Will has supported me through absolutely everything after you left - the breakdowns, the tears, the fits of anger and rage - I couldn’t bring myself to commit to someone else, because…” you say, your eyes shining. “Because I’m stupidly in love with you, Auston Matthews.”

He looks at you, his eyes unreadable. Your heart rate spikes as he stops skating. You stop in front of him, not breaking eye contact.

“You love me?”

“Why the fuck else would I still be here?” you say, throwing your hands up, exasperated. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“No - please don’t cry.” He skates forward a little bit and cups your face in his hands very gently. His thumb brushes away the wetness on your cheek and you shiver under his touch.

“It’s not the first time I’ve cried over you, you know.”

He squeezes his eyes shut in pain. “I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking. “I am so sorry. I can’t believe I put you through that much pain. I truly thought you would be happier without me…”

“That’s also another mistake. Nobody makes me more happy, and nobody makes me more sad than you.”

Auston opens his eyes, which are now glistening with tears. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” you say softly. “And that’s why I’m choosing to forgive you.”

“You forgive me?”

You nod. A smile breaks across his face, and ever so slowly, he bends down and kisses you.

The moment your lips touch, tingles shoot through your entire body. You inhale sharply, your hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His hands travel down from your face to your back, your waist, and then your hips, his hands warm against your skin. He deepens the kiss, spinning you around on the ice.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless. Auston’s eyes are shining, and you can see the flickering of the candles reflected in his brown irises. You stroke his cheek fondly. “I missed that.”

“Me too,” he whispers, and tugs your hand down so he can press his lips to the back of it. “I love you,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I love you too.” You’re surprised by how naturally the words leave your lips.

He smiles and kisses your hand again before bringing it down to your side. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.”

“I love you,” you say again, and laugh.

He tugs you forward, and the two of you begin skating again, stopping only momentarily to steal kisses. Once the two of you start to get cold, you head off the ice and untie your skates on one of the spectator benches.

“Let’s go blow out all these candles,” Auston says, taking your hand. Once you finish cleaning up everything, both of you take a second to rest in the stands.

You sit down beside him, leaning into his side. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was going to lose you today, for ever.”


“I thought you wouldn’t forgive me and that there was no point in even trying. I almost backed out at the last second, but Mitch convinced me to follow through with it. And I’m glad he did.”

“I’m glad he did too,” you say, taking his other hand from his lap and squeezing it. “And I’m happy that I decided to forgive you. On the ride here, I wasn’t sure that it was even a good idea to go, but Steph told me I should.”

“I guess we were both a little scared then.”

You nod. “We were scared, but yet we both ended up here in the end. I think that says something.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I’m not a big believer in fate, but I think the universe is trying to tell us that we belong together.”

You roll your eyes. “I can’t believe I’m dating such a cheesy fuck, oh my god.”

He raises an eyebrow. “So we’re dating again?”

“I’d like to try again, if you want to as well. Take things slow, and see where that leads us.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he says happily, squeezing your hand.

You smile at him and then lean in close, kissing him very softly. He kisses you back, his thumb brushing against your cheek. When you pull apart, you drop your head onto his shoulder and stay like that just to breathe for a moment.

Things weren’t perfect, but as long as Auston was by your side, you knew you would be happy.

Grim Reaper (Suga, Angst)

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Main series


*(F/N) Female Name

Words:  2053

“Could you watch (Y/N) for the day, Yoongi?”

Yoongi’s eyes bore into Namjoon’s tantalizingly. “I’m not babysitting your pet while you harvest souls.”

“Just until she falls asleep. Come on, you know she’s not safe now that us being together is out in the open.” He looked concerned, Yoongi noted. Not in his entire existence had he seen the reaper have another expression besides smugness.

“Fine, but you better have an idea on how to end him by the time you come back to switch shifts with me.”

“I’m not a job!” You cut in harshly, probably thinking Yoongi didn’t already sense your aura listening from the kitchen. He knew all along, and wasn’t entirely surprised when (Y/N) just so happened to over hear him.

“I’ll be back, (Y/N).” Namjoon promised, sliding his gloves on and pressing them to either of your cheek. Yoongi groaned in disgust, tipping his eyes towards the ceiling so he wouldn’t need to watch the exchange of affection between the two of you.

“I don’t want to be with him,” You’d lowered your voice, but Yoongi still heard everything. Not that he particularly cared a mere human thought lowly of him, he was always just irritated at the fact such weak organisms lived on a planet that used to be as healthy as a newborn.

“Tough luck, princess.” Yoongi sneered unhappily, pressing his hand firmly to the top of (Y/N)’s head and pressing it down. Namjoon, always being as quick as lightening took his wrist and bent it back enough to snap a human’s entire arm. Yoongi felt nothing.

“If I find out you even change skin’s around her while I’m gone I’ll rip your skull right out of your pretty little head.” Namjoon smiled while saying it, further proving the point that a sadistic grim reaper would never suit a fragile human such as you.

“You’ve got my word,” Yoongi easily slid himself out of Namjoon’s grip. He shook out his arm for no reason, before walking towards a sofa and positioning himself comfortably.

“I’ll be back,” Namjoon said again.

“So I’ve heard.” Yoongi lazily waved a hand, and (Y/N) walked through to where Yoongi was. Namjoon waved goodbye and disappeared to God knows where, and you sat down beside Yoongi. It was silent for a moment, before (Y/N) turned to Yoongi and stared intently at his face.

Letting it slide that you were obviously checking his features out, Yoongi clicked his tongue and stared back, expecting you to turn away in embarrassment. Much to his surprise, you continued to stare with a serious expression and pout upoin your lips.

“What, kid? Are you hungry? I’m pretty sure you’re an adult in human years, go eat some raw beef, or something…”

“You’re so bland, Yoongi.” You shot back, giving him a mere shrug and turning your face in an arrogant manner. He snorted in backlash, before flicking you on the forehead.

“Excuse me, ow? Don’t you know human’s can’t take pain like you?”

“I know, I’ve lived around them several hundred years longer than you were. Sadly.”

Yoongi noticed you pondering what he’d said, before watching as you kicked your legs out in front of you. “I know, right?”

“That’s why I said it.” He agreed casually, crossing his leg.

More silence.

Yoongi was fine with the silence, but he watched as you stayed stiff for awhile, keeping yourself commonly closed off. He was used to the fact, because Yoongi’ whole aura was cold, and that usually drew people away from him.

“Yoongi…” You murmured quietly, looking up at him from under your lashes. Just the sight of you made Yoongi feel pity for your existence. Human’s were weak, opened up too easily, and worst of all: made Yoongi love them.

“What?” He snapped a little too harshly, but (Y/N) didn’t flinch.

“Namjoon said…you were in love once. Well, okay…he didn’t say it like that exactly. He said all the grim reaper’s have fallen in love.”

“That’s a load of shit, I’ll tell you that right now.” Yoongi sputtered, feeling himself dig up the long but not forgotten past. Of course Namjoon would say something as sad as that. Damn, that kid, making him look weak in front of you.

“I don’t believe you. He said you visit the grave of your lover every year.”

A stinging formed in his chest, and Yoongi couldn’t help but coil over and cover his mouth with a hand. Shit. Yoongi was the only one that was supposed to know that, so how could Namjoon?

“Caught you,” you smiled towards him, and Yoongi immediately shot back a glare.

He was recalling everything he’d tried to forget, almost over 130 years ago. Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a wave of dizziness thrash over him as memories collected one by one.

His eyes opened again, and Yoongi was no longer in (Y/N)’s home, but somewhere he knew.

“Yoongi, let go-” she muttered, pushing your arm away. It wasn’t (Y/N), but another girl. It was her, the one Yoongi fell in love with.

“They’ll see us…” She pulled her arm away, but Yoongi pushed her against the wall. His impulse was taking over, seeing her again for the first time in so many years. A wild grin formed on (F/N)’s lips, as Yoongi kissed her with a fiery passion.

“Yoongi?” A voice called from another direction, and he immediately dragged himself off of her. She bowed her head, and her body was angled at 90 degrees. When Yoongi glanced down the long hall, he could see someone familiar walking towards him.

“S- Father.” Yoongi said, noticing the way he dressed in the strangely old formal clothing. Had he been dreaming everything? What was going on? When Yoongi glanced down at his own clothing, he wore the same as Seokjin.

Yoongi was back in his old home, where Seokjin and Namjoon had lived with him. They’d fooled all of the servants into thinking they were merely human, but in fact that was a lie easily seen through by nobody but themselves.

Yoongi and Namjoon had to pretend to be the sons of widow and Land Lord Seokjin, but all was well. Besides the fact that Seokjin still looked the part of a healthy, young master that was just barely in his 20th year of life.

“What have you been doing here? With a pitiful maid…” Seokjin growled, tapping her on the back with heavy fingers. Yoongi winced every time his superior’s hand went farther down, until she let out a small yelp in pain.

“I was just asking her where Namjoon was.” Yoongi lied smoothly, watching as Seokjin pulled her hair so she’d stand up straight. (F/N)’s face was pained, and every time he looked into her eyes, Yoongi knew she was afraid.

“How dare you speak to your young lord.” Seokjin sneered at her, pressing a finger under her chin to make her look at him. Once they met eyes, Seokjin slapped her. It was weak compared to his true strength, but Yoongi knew it still must have hurt much worse than a real human’s touch. Her hands clamped to fists, before she bowed once again.

“You will never meet my eyes once more.” Seokjin warned her in a rough voice, and she nodded.

“I’m so sorry, my lord…Terribly sorry…Please forgive my-”

“Stop speaking before I hang you!” He threatened with another hand, but Yoongi took hold of his wrist and shoved him off. (F/N) stared at him in shock, but Yoongi no longer cared.

“Stop!” He finally snarled at Seokjin, causing (F/N) to flinch in surprise. Seokjin looked back at Yoongi with a smile on his face, looking gentle and pretty.

“Stop abusing the ones who help you live! Go, now.” Yoongi gently shoved her shoulders, and she had bolted. He could hear the loud sound of her beaten shoes as she stumbled up the stairs towards the bedrooms she was supposed to clean, and he felt himself being watched by Seokjin.

“You should stay away from that human.”

“I don’t go near any human.” Yoongi lied, not meeting the eyes of his older. Seokjin smirked, patting Yoongi’s hair in a manner that made Yoongi want to hit him, even though it wouldn’t hurt him.

“She’s got a contract with Namjoon.” Seokjin whispered, pulling Yoongi closer. After a small peck on the forehead Seokjin had disappeared, leaving Yoongi to think about the words he had just said.

“Contract…with Namjoon?” He muttered to himself, before his eyes popped open wider, and he was running. Yoongi’s legs were unable to stop as he went running.

He found her. In his room, fixing the bed with her hair pushed back into a tight bun on the top of her head. Light streamed through the window onto her, making her face appear brighter, even though she was crying.

Yoongi slammed the door shut quickly, flicking the lock even though he knew it wouldn’t keep out Namjoon. He wouldn’t be able to conceal her from the fate she had, but if Yoongi could merely speak to hi brother, he could change her fate. He had too.

“Yoongi…” She whispered, dropping his covers and gliding towards him. He held his arms wide for her, allowing him to engulf her in a hard hug, before he pressed his lips to hers. It wasn’t long before she was under him, on the bed that was now messier than he had left it when he awoke. Yoongi’s lips moved down her cheekbone, to her jaw, landing on her neck. (F/N) spread her legs apart for Yoongi to get closer.

It wasn’t the first time he’d taken advantage of a human’s body this way, and it was not the last. Perhaps his favorite body, but that may have also been because he was attached to her in another way other than just physical.

“Yoongi…” She moaned, and Yoongi took that as a step to move farther. Never before had he felt her more than a few simple fingers inside, and he now had the feeling he wasn’t able to continue playing the part of a weak human. Yoongi wanted to show (F/N) he was the god she always talked about believing in.

His hands slipped up her skirts, and she had just so happened to be bare underneath, which he favored over all. Her thighs were smooth, pure, but Yoongi only had a limited amount of grief for taking her innocence.

She gripped onto his clothes, allowing him to undress her as quickly as possible.

“I-I…” She hesitated, and Yoongi immediately pulled away. (F/N)’s face had a harsh red tint to it, and that was when Yoongi knew she had begun to act bashful.

She always acted like that whenever Yoongi felt skin that was off limits to others. He couldn’t understand why, but he liked it when her face changed shades while he felt her wet middle.

“Don’t fear… I love you.” He murmured against her neck, and she fell limper into his arms, loosening up. Yoongi finally got (F/N) almost fully unclothed, before a slam sounded against the door. Both of them froze together, (F/N) untangling herself from him in desperation, but he held her against the bed.

“Yoongi,” she gasped, and he shook his head firmly. There was another slam on the door, before it opened easily. Just as if it had never been locked.

“Don’t move.” Yoongi ordered her, standing up and turning towards Seokjin, who stood happily…and still in his human skin. No, no, no. Yoongi was being tricked. He whirled around, to see and empty looking body lay on his bed, and Namjoon staring around the room.

“Yoongi!” You snapped him back into reality, after clapping your hand enough. He stared at you with wide eyes. Yoongi was still sitting in the same position he was left in before, with his hand on his mouth.

“What are you doing? You zoned out.” You muttered unhappily, and Yoongi realized he hadn’t actually said anything about the love you were asking him about.

“She just…left the world too early.” He murmured sheepishly, feeling the same sting in his chest as before.


With You (Part ¼)
In which Emma and Killian are forced to stay in the Enchanted Forest in the past.

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It only hits her late that first night when she’s lying alone in the (too large) bed at the inn they’d found.  (He’d taken the floor) (I’m always a gentleman) She’s stuck here. She’s stuck here and she’ll never see Henry again, never hear him laugh or cry or grow up to be the kind of man she’d be proud of. She’d never hug her parents again, never get to call them Mom and Dad (how she wishes she could have given them that little gift before she had left), never see her mother smile, never feel her father’s hand stroking her hair when he held her (warm and safe and home) and she can’t breathe. Her eyes burn, her stomach feels like there is a weight in it that threatens to drown her and the room is so cold. She sits up as quietly as she can but she can’t control the large shaky breath she takes or the choked sob that slips past. 

“Swan?”, his voice is low and thick with sleep.

A beat.

“Emma, love, are you alright?” 

She hears him standing up, feels the bed dip beside her and then suddenly his arms surround her (oh darling) and she clings to him, her solid anchor in this threatening ocean. He holds her through the tears, and the shudders that wrack her body afterwards, never letting go, never loosening his grip, letting her know that he was here and he was real.

Later, when she’s drifting off to an exhausted sleep with his warmth curled around her (stay, please), she realises that she isn’t alone in this.

She grips the arm around her tighter.

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To the girl, who was my first girlfriend. You never showed my soul any hate, you taught me heartbreak and jealousy was real. You showed me innocence and kindness. I’ll forever owe you a smile when I run into you. To the girl, who I only dated through the phone. You were a different kind of love. The kind I couldn’t see, the only one I wanted to hear. You showed me presence even though you were only vocal chords. You made my voice seem important. You were the first person to hear me sing. The first person to show me that character and love is an ever-growing thing. A timeless hotline that’ll live forever in the deep poetic well of my barren lands. To the girl, who I fell in love with during the Summer. You were intelligent, but filled with cockiness. That made you beautiful, but your aims were always higher than mine. Your pride and self-respect was something I’ve never had. You may have forgotten that we dated, but I’ll always remember what you said about respect. I forgot it as of late, but I’m slowly remembering your glasses echoing in the dark realms I hold in my mind. To the girl I tried to kiss, but was too inexperienced to know how. I know you thought I was silly and too shy, but thanks for giving me a chance. I know how to kiss now, but you’ll always remind me of acceptance and trusting another heart. You were cute to your core and had bones made from milk and flowers. Sweet and soothing. To the girl that I snapped into a thousand paper cranes. I’m fucking sorry. I’ll never forgive myself. I walk past you once every year, but I never had the guts to run next to you and hug you. To apologize like a man for crushing you. I didn’t even have the audacity to break you in person. You reached into my Summer and will always show my eyes how not to lie. You’ll always remind me that two hearts are eventually broken while loving another. I haven’t forgiven myself yet. I want you to know, I wasn’t real towards you, but you were to me. Your unrequited love, I’ll write you a story about mended broken kisses. I’ll give you a bandaid for the times you were lonely. The time when you tried to feel more, but I pushed you away time after time. I changed your perspective on love. I broke your smile. I still think about you, but that’s all there is to it. I’m sorry. Never forgive me, just try to forget me. That’s the only thing I’ll ask from you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. To the girl that led me on. I forgave you 5 years ago. I saw you in the beginning of this year and I remembered you for lust and how you made my smile rush past every tree and tickle the leaves until they fell. You showed my heart the power of falling and never regretting about the bruises. I will never forget about you. You have a damaged heart, but I failed to see it in your empty eyes and fake laugh. I can read people now. I can get you now. You taught me that lovers cannot be best friends if it’s over. You showed my fingers how to touch a soul. You taught my lips how to feel the flames of a thundering Autumn. You may have changed, but so have I. You may feel like you’re dead to me, but your smile and the way you kicked my chair everyday to get my attention… I’ll never forgive myself for not giving you that last kiss. I know we’re no longer a part of each other’s lives, but you loved to love and to be loved. Everyone may view you in a negative light, but somewhere surrounding a piece of my first broken heart… you’re still young and reckless. I loved that about you. You’ll always be my first real best friend. To the girl that left me, but wrote me my first heartfelt letter. I know you wanted my voice back, I’ve been told my squeaky tone makes people feel light. When I was yours, I knew nothing of yelling. Our love was simple and straightforward. No bullshit. You taught my clothes how to appreciate cologne. You smiled your soft and tender mind in a way that’ll always make me stutter. You were not perfect, but you’ll always be a part of this story. Our story has ended, but you’ll be the best aroma in it. The smell of letting go and allowing yourself to grow. To the girl that I dumped because friendship and deceit became a thing within my spirit and understanding. You loved another while we felt the raindrops. I wasn’t mad. I was hurt, but not mad. Our cute relationship had a future that you still cling onto. I met your whole family and they loved me. I will forever be in your debt. You showed my heart that even the rich can love the poor. I am now partially wealthy in my words. Can you hear me now? I’ll always remember you as the girl, who was silly and never learned how to kiss properly. I showed you how to tie cherry stems with a twist. You filled my arms with warm slices from Summer and that is why you’re important. You lived in your head and every time we hung out you were on your phone. That’s fine. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you, we just needed to grow. I still think about you from time to time. Did you really think we had a chance? You came back when he broke your heart. You wanted to feel something. Something ancient and old. I could not give you that satisfaction, I’m glad I did not. Our story ended years ago, but you’ll always be my first home. I felt heavy and sharp around you. My emotions were stable and my words were sly and cut at your heart. You always loved cheesy and corny love movies, guess what? I’m a poet now. Would you have loved me more if I knew how to write and appreciate your immaturity? To the girl, who will always be my final secret. I hope you find love and peace within your scars. I know your family damaged you, but you’re independent and strong. Your will-power and manipulation was fierce and attractive. I’ll never forget about how your smile tricked the world. You were the jester of all jesters. You’ll always have a soft spot in my soul. No matter how dead or hardened my fingers get, you told me that it’s okay to love. You were okay to love. To the girl that was my unknown lover. You told my eyes that love is different and vast. Not like the ocean, but like the planets. We’re all different when we’re in love, when we fall out and when we hold onto love. You showed me that in two days and then left me. Thanks for being unknown. Thanks for being you. I love you. To the girl as of late, I know you’re broken and missing. I know you’re kissing my lips in another one of your dreams. I know your suicidal attempt still haunts you. I know you were never one to give up on the ones to love. I will love you forever for that. A small and tiny piece with my favorite kind of sentiment. You told me that dreams and nightmares are exactly the same. You explained the importance of having someone catch you as you fall. You’ll always remind my scars that it’s okay to bleed. You took time to tell me that it’s okay to ask for help. You showed my far away sinking heart that love can be revived. That no matter how late it is… that you’d be there. You showed my fingers that writing about one person can be unhealthy and only hurt myself even more. You were right. Thank you, I love you. To the initial reason for the creation of this poetry blog. I love you. You showed my love the importance of words. Commitment. Trust. Ideas. Future. My high school sweetheart. My Nightingale. My lover of all sorts. My lust. My trust issues. My prettiest smile. My fake smiles. My broken heart. My sleeping girlfriend, who never liked to party or stay up late. My person, who added more than poetry into my life. You showed me the important details of loving someone. How to love you for more than limbs. How to set your soul on fire. How to set myself on fire. How to kiss flower petals. How to destroy them. How to make up. How to break repetition. How to start bad habits. How to grow out of them. How to develop memories and retain them even when you’re breaking me. You’ll always be my favorite day. March 31, 2010. I know we haven’t talked much lately, I know we may even slightly hate each other. I know my lips taste like poison and my yelling shatters your writing. I know you still miss me and I still miss you. I know you probably have a new lover and it’s okay. I’m happy for you. Do you believe that people can love each other endlessly, but were not meant to be together? I remember our secret trades during Summer and it made the adrenaline pump all throughout my body. You made me cry the first time we hung out, not because I was sad or anything, but because you stretched my shallowness and added in your words. Maybe the reason why you don’t write anymore is because I yelled the words out of your spine. You lost your backbone to swallow and spit words. You were frightened. I can never forgive myself for letting you go. For yelling. For abusing. For being clingy. For not telling you enough stories. For making your parents hate me. For letting you be the laughing stock of your family. You showed me what it meant to be whole. To have family. You showed me the importance of family first. You told me that tv shows are so worth it. Only a little bit, you’d say. Baby, I love you, you’d say as you doze off into the dreams of nothingness. You were different in every way. I loved you for that. I still love you for that. You were a dictionary made from random facts. You were a book that loved to be read. You were a fan fiction article. You were a diehard fan if you loved it. A bookworm. A nerd. A small tiny soul with a whole lot of sensual smiles. Your intelligence made you sexy. You had the qualities that I’d chase forever to find. I may never be the same to you, but the kisses and scars you’ve left me, I’ve always returned them. We may be strangers soon, but you. You’ll always be the first one to fix my broken heart and then reopen it. You’ll always be my silly klutz. You’ll always hold my real smile somewhere dusting in your binder of poems. Do you still read them? It’s okay if you don’t. I know you might not know it, but we were real at one point. We’re just growing. We’re just changing. One thing though, I’ll never forget about you. I love you. I do. I do, I think you’re the one, just not the one right now. That’s what you said, right? There will always be a part of my soul that’ll hate you forever. What’s love without a little hate, right? You broke my love in the worst way, but you made my desire for finding my passions real. You echoed your knowledge of loving and caring for another into my cranium. You held hands with both hemispheres of my brain. You will always hold my tongue with your sharp stares. You’ll always wrestle with my heart in the ring on our fingers. You’ll read this tonight and cry. You’ll call me. Promise me that you won’t. We aren’t finished growing, baby. I love you, I do, but we’re still writing the story about how we weren’t good enough for each other. I want you back, but I won’t do it. I have to let you go. I have to let us go. You’ll always be my favorite flower to visit. My friendship with your soul will be one I’ll always remember. You pushed my personality to it’s absolute best. You gave your body to me and I ruined you. You gave your heart to me and I yelled at you. You gave me true happiness and I even fucked that up. I know we’re still in love, but it’s okay. This is only the ending of a chapter. Thanks for staying so long. You were there long enough to fill my head with poems I never knew I had. Promise me one thing. You will write more. The world will see your magic. A girl, who loved Harry Potter more than her own smile. I know you’re not in love with yourself sometimes. I know you still cry a lot. I know you’re still a handful. I know you still hate cigarettes. I know you’re healthy with a hint of sass. I know we were completely different, but you loved me anyway. I know. I know. Don’t cry, okay? Your sensitivity still crawls inside of my skin. Every blood cell. Every time I shower and someone had left the shower head on and the water is cold as fuck. You’re always my baby. No one else. Here’s my last text to you. [s2] I love you.
—  To my future lovers, read this. To my past lovers, you were all different, but the love you all shared with me… it was one and the same. Different lips, smiles, and bodies, but your hearts were all identical. You loved my imperfections. Short or long in our duration of love, you loved me for me. I owe you all this poem. I owe you my love. I owe you my heart. Have it. I love you.