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Cozy ; BTS Suga

background: you and yoongi get a snow day

Genre: fluff?

Warning: noneeee, just a sleepy yoongi

Originally posted by k-krazeh

The feeling of your cold wood floor sent chills up your spine. It wasn’t expected, taking you by surprise. You quietly rose, careful not to wake the sleeping figure next to you. The house was oddly cold, even though you were more than positive that the heat was on the night before. Carefully you slipped into some socks, brushing your teeth, and tip toeing your way back into your room. Making your way to the window, you saw a winter wonderland before you. Snow, perfectly untouched covering the ground, and softly falling from the sky. A small ding snapped you out of your thoughts. The figure shifted in bed, causing you to pause. Quickly looking over, you smiled. Nothing seemed to disturb him. You quickly made your way to his side of the bed, seeing nothing but his pastel locks peeking from under the covers, soft snores falling from his mouth. Looking at his phone, you saw it was a text from RM, indicating that they had the day off due to the bad weather. A small smile grew onto your lips. He finally had a day off to do what he loved most: sleep. Softly placing you lips against his head, you exited the room to begin your day. You more than likely had to go into work. Starting a pot of coffee, you clicked on the news, just to stay updated. Turning the volume down, you scrolled on your phone, when your eyes shot up, seeing a notification from your boss. 

Weather too bad, enjoy the day off” it read. A smile formed on your lips as you shut the TV off, and poured yourself a cup  of coffee. It wasn’t to wake yourself up, caffeine didn’t have that affect on you anymore thanks to late nights with Yoongi in the studio, it was more of a comfort thing, it reminded you of him, your safe place. Quietly, you made your way over to the window, simply to admire the stillness that was outside. It was so peaceful, almost making it seem like no civilization existed. It was a surprise snow storm, the first of the year. It was secretly your favorite thing ever, it meant the holidays were coming, and you could visit family soon. Warm arms around your waist snapped you out of your trance. 

“come back to bed..” yoongi whispered in your ear, placing his lips against your neck lazily. 

“okay..” you whispered back, letting him lead you back to bed. He pulled you close to his chest, placing his chin onto of your head, and closing his eyes. At that very moment, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your snow day, and neither could he. 


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School Crush

Requested by @themarvelstarwarsdisneyfangirl

There he is again. That trademark mop of silver hair is so visible in the distance. You’re on the other side of the hallway and you are currently on your tip toes, trying to look over people to see Peter.

“Looking for your lover boy?” Scott perks up.

You scream, not knowing he was behind you. “What? No. I don’t like Peter.”

“I never said you did. But now I know.” He chuckles.

“You asshole!” You yell playfully at him.

He walks away and you head to your next class, smiling because Peter sits next to you.

You make it into class before the late bell and sit down in your assigned seat. Peter is rapidly tapping his pencil on his desk, he seems nervous.

“Mr Maximoff! Give that tapping up!” Charles scolds. Peter immediately stops tapping his pencil but begins tapping his foot right after.

“Professor Xavier, could I use the washroom?” You ask.

“Of course (Y/N), hurry though, we are starting a new lesson soon.

You nod and walk out of class and down the hall.

You turn the knob on the sink after leaving the stall, beginning to wash your hands when you hear a thud on the door.

You dry your hands in your pants and go investigate.

Peter meets you on the other side of the door and smiles.

“What are you doing here? This is the girls washroom!” You exclaim.

“Hey, technically I’m not in the girls washroom, I’m just outside of it.” He steps back to prove his point.

“Anyway, come for a walk with me (Y/N), we have some things to discuss.” He smirks.

“Charles is gonna kill me! I’m supposed to be back by now.” You argue.

“Just come on.” He urges.

You give up and nod. He puts his hand behind your neck, causing goosebumps and all of a sudden you’re both in his dorm.

Shaking your head, dizzy from the whiplash, you sit down on his bed.

“So, I heard you had a crush on me.” He blurts out.

“What? No-“

“Don’t lie (Y/N). I’ll tickle you if you lie.” Peter pokes your side, causing you to flinch and giggle.

“I’m not lying, Peter.” You laugh.

He tickles you once again, you all onto your back.

You give up once you can’t breath from the tickling. “Fine! I have a crush on you!”

“I knew it.” He smirks and kisses your cheek, leaving your face to turn the brightest shade of red.

“I have a crush on you too.”

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“We’re getting the snowman as the tree topper.”

“No,” he looks at you with a stubborn glare, “we’re getting the twinkling rainbow star.”

“But you got to pick out the pattern for the ribbon!”

“And you got to pick the color of spray paint for the pine cones!”

“Fine…” you grumble with begrudging surrender, standing on your tip toes and wiggling your fingers, trying to reach for the ornament Harry is insisting on.

“I got it, love.” He comes up behind you, placing a large, warm palm on one of your hips and stretching up behind you, snatching the decoration with absolutely no trouble.

“I had it.” You scoff over your shoulder, pouting absentmindedly.

He pats your bottom playfully, kissing the tip of your scrunched-up nose as you glare at him.

“Sure you did, baby. It’s okay, you can do the honor of putting it on the tree. I’m sure we can find a ladder somewhere.”

Nomen est Omen but at times I hate myself for being harsh, in discussion i easily come off more krass than i want to but I’m very hot tempered, passionate, out spoken and action orientated. Last night I was talking to my gfs roommate abt experimental music and I started defending mainstream music as if it was my job, people who know and know where my stance comes from would have easily understand why this topic is so near and dear to my heart but people who just met me and have barely tipped their toes into experimental music might be very put off by my answers.

Nevertheless if someone brings up burzum in a conversation I won’t be able to contain myself and to kindly teach the person abt why supporting music by neo nazis is wrong no matter how much my libra moon longs to be liked ?

There is a pressure in my chest,
a surgical incision,
precisely made to tear with the slightest tug,
transforming me into art in the worst way possible,
as I split apart to look like a pair of butterfly wings.

Because for too long have my thoughts been foggy,
a danger to travel,
centimeters over miles,
preservation instead of rebirth.

A path still unclear,
but I can see just enough to move forward with redefined vigor.

Forward into minefields,
to which I vow not to tip toe,
nor to skip,
but to dance through,
to sing about,
to weep over,
& eventually laugh about!

& I promise,
I won’t fear becoming the villain in someone else’s story,
cause I know there was a time I was good to them too.

Absent of regret,
& resentment,
my renaissance begins this day with the Sun’s rise.

—  V.M.

What is more cute than a kiss? A tip toe kiss! <33

This is my sort of apology for my previous angsty doodles (plus the DB and FMA joke) and I hope you guys can forgive me o3o

Hope you guys enjoy~!