You finish the last page of your sketchbook. You turn the page. There are at least five pages left. Unfilled sketchbooks surround you.
“Is that anime” someone behind you asks. You put down your stick of charcoal. You are in a life drawing class. The person behind you isn’t supposed to be here.
“I wish I could draw!” someone tells you. You give them a withering stare. They do not know what they wish for. You haven’t slept in four years.
No matter how many times you wash your hands, they are still covered in oil paint. You don’t use oils. You don’t remember the last time you used oil paint.
You are drawing in your sketchbook. Someone grabs it while they ask if they can see it. As the sketchbook leaves your hands the piece of your soul that you put in it dies.
Your classes are either at 7 in the morning or 7 at night. There is no in between. Part of you wonders if there is even a point in leaving the art building after your evening class. You’ll be back in less than a few hours anyways.
Nobody calls the art professors by their last names. When you ask what their last names are they tell you to just call them by their first names. You check your class schedule. No last names are listed.
Your roommate asks if you can do a drawing for their biology project. You ask if it’s paid. They look confused. “It will be easy,” they tell you. “You’re so talented.” You haven’t left your room in four days. Your eyes and hands ache from working. You tell them no, and they leave, annoyed.
The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.
A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.
listen I know posts like this are painfully cliché, but for your consideration: the Magnus Chase series filmed in a Parks and Rec/The Office style
- Every time someone doesn’t understand/refuses to use ASL, Hearth sends a long, withering stare into the camera
- That scene from the Office where Dwight sets the place on fire bc he was mad no one paid attention to his fire safety power point presentation??? Odin when he was still disguised as an einherjar
- Any time Anyone is being hard on themselves Magnus starts complimenting them like Leslie Knope compliments Ann
- Every time Magnus sends a sarcastic prayer to his father we cut to Frey just frowning in mild confusion
- Amir: “Samirah why did I get a letter from a norse god inviting me to your wedding???”
- Any time Magnus says or does Anything, Alex either looks into the camera in exasperation or they cut to an aside of her ranting about how stupid he is
- The whole episode where Lil’ Sebastian escaped the petting zoo and got lost in the maze, but like, when Fenris Wolf escaped his chains
- Jack the sword is literally just Jean-Ralphio
- Magnus, wearily throwing himself down in a seat outside of Fadlan’s: “Give me all the falafel you have. Wait, wait- I’m worried what you just heard was ‘give me a lot of falafel’. What I said was 'give me all the falafel you have’. Do you understand?”
- Loki is essentially just both the Tammy’s and Jamm rolled into one
- Shots of Sam flying into danger and wielding an axe and just doing generic Valkyrie stuff and then they just pan over to Amir with wide eyes looking like he’s about to faint
- Every time someone curses, Jack lets out a “beeeeep” to censor it; Jack curses freely
- *one of those weird and uncomfortable Inge and Hearth scenes happen*
Blitzen: “The thing about Alfheim culture is…I don’t understand it.”
- Every time there’s a battle happening a weirdly non-battle song plays but the scene will occasionally splice to an aside of Jack just singing that song off-tune
- Every time Magnus forgets he’s supposed to be the healer of the group, the person who’s dying stares into the camera until it hits him
- Cut to scenes of Blitz and Hearth on one of their aside secret missions- “DONT be SUSPICIOUS, DONT BE S U S P I C I O U S~~~~” asl is worked into the dance moves
- Fredrick and Annabeth: 'Hey where the fuck is Magnus?’
Randolph: “~~Technically he’s HOMELESSSSS~~~~”
- We still get all the ridiculous death scenes in Valhalla but all the warriors act like the Citizens of Pawnee even when they’re dying like they’re Awful.
ex) Alex, holding a vase to one of the managers: “Yeah I made this in one of your pottery classes??? It’s TERRIBLE!” *throws it so hard at them they loose an eye*
ex) TJ, dying in his bed: “Yeah you know that water fountain with the 'do not drink the water’ sign? Halfborn dared me to drink from it and now I’m dying of a fatal infection. Sir, sir are you listening??? Sir I’m TALKING TO YOU! Are you aware that there’s waste in your water system???”
ex) Mallory, twelve arrows sticking out of her and slowly bleeding to death: “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” - Magnus: “You were yelling at a bunch of little kids on the battlefield.” - “Well they SUCKED!”
- Every time someone predicts Blitz or Hearth is gonna die the camera pans in on Magnus who groans into the camera
- “Thor has never had a real job…in his LIFE,”
- “Mallory, you’re like a Valkyrie without flight magic!” - “…So like a person?”
- Every time Loki invades Magnus’ dreams he talks as if he’s expecting a laugh track and Magnus just gets more and more confused
- Magnus: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my entire life.”
Blitz and Hearth: “We know this, and we love you.”
- During the brief percabeth cameo in Ship of the Dead, every time Magnus or Alex stares into the camera or does an aside or something, Percy and Annabeth are like…what the fuck are you doing. What are you looking at. Who are you talking to. Why are the Norse like this???
- Hearth: *belittles or doubts himself*
Magnus and Blitz: *signing aggressively* YOU HAVE A L L THE STRENGTHS
- Alex: “Someone will DIE…”
Magnus: “…..of fun?”
- When Leslie lowkey kidnapped the gay penguins and took them to Iowa where it was legal??? Magnus with Thor’s goats
- Basically everyone who isn’t human is an Eagletonnian like that’s why they’re so fake nice about guest rights lol
- The cameras are really just Odin’s ravens
- Any time Magnus and Alex have a moment™ you can see Sam lurking in the background making excited eyebrows into the camera
- Any time they gotta talk about crafting or fashion Blitz is basically Tom Haverford you know I’m right
- When gods make ridiculous requests or give dumb orders and you get a shaky zoom in on the mains looking ready for the end
- Remember when Jerry lied about getting mugged bc he didn’t want to admit he got messed up trying to get a burrito?? Magnus after he tried and failed to fight that eagle that stole his falafel
- Blitz has absolutely said 'treat yo self’ at least once
- Loki, complaining about his eternal punishment: “I am the victim of a hate crime!”
Magnus: “That’s…not what a hate crime is.”
Loki: “WELL I HATED IT.”
- Mimir is basically Orin
- Alex: *exists*
Magnus: “Whats a not gay way to ask him to go camping with me?”
- my laptop’s dying but I will not drop this I’ll be back later
idk if you do this anymore but i really love your writing and after the last run ep i'm in need of a jikook hc where jk is jm's coach (an athlete and a coach being in love isn't really a new concept for someone who's watched yoi lmao).. if you write it thank you so much and if not it's totally okay 😊
here’s a short thing of jimin learning judo from jungkook!au !!
Jimin plops down on the mat, worn out and panting. “You’re a monster, you know that?”
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Jungkook snorts, crouching until they’re eye-level. “What was that move you tried to do just now? I didn’t teach you that.”
Jimin pouts. “It was nothing. It didn’t work anyway, so - ”
“No. If it were anyone else, you’d have gotten them on their back at the very least.” Jungkook’s brow ticks in realization. “Hey. You’ve been going to Hoseok for pointers again, haven’t you?”
“No. Of course I - Jungkook, no.” But quickly, as usual, Jimin’s defenses crumble in the face of Jungkook’s intense, withering stare. “Okay - maybe I did, so what?”
“Why?” Am I not good enough for you? Jungkook doesn’t say. Jimin hears it anyway and whines.
“It’s not like that, Kook, it’s just…”
“If you wanted him to be your coach, why’d you come to me?” Jungkook mutters, sitting back on his haunches and running a frustrated hand through his hair. Jimin can’t place the exact nature of the look on his face - whether it’s irritation or jealousy, or something in between.
After too long a silence, Jungkook gets to his feet, turning to stalk off and brood like he often does, when he gets too worked up and has to take a breather before he ends up taking it out on Jimin. Or when he has too much energy to spare and needs to burn some off, alone, where no one will break and bleed under his fists. Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things, preferring to punch it out.
Jimin scrambles up and latches onto his hand before he can go, palms clammy and shaky from exertion.
“I wanted to impress you,” Jimin whispers.
Jungkook stops in his tracks. He faces Jimin, large eyes widened with shock. “You - what?”
“I wanted to impress you, so I asked Hoseok-hyung to show me a flashy move. He - ” Turning bright red, Jimin sputters, “Don’t laugh, you asshole!”
Choking back the cackles, Jungkook reels Jimin in closer, blocking Jimin’s feeble attempts at smacking some sense into him through his chest. “You wanted to impress me, huh.”
“Shut up. I - I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Jimin threatens, voice wobbly as Jungkook leans down into his space. His attempt at maintaining a fair distance between them has him arching backwards, cheeks aflame.
Jungkook’s smug grin kind of makes him wish he hadn’t fucked up the throw last minute. But it’d been nice to wipe that look off Jungkook’s face even for a second. “So, what was the move he taught you?”
“Hoseok-hyung called it a - a “dead tree drop”?”
“Hm.” Jungkook releases him abruptly. Jimin almost falls backwards and rights himself with a glare. “That’s one name for it. It’s also called the Kuchiki taoshi, or single leg takedown,” he tells him. “Show me again.”
“I - Huh?”
“Try the throw on me,” Jungkook reiterates impatiently.
“You’re just going to pin me down again if I try.”
Jungkook laughs, and the sound warms Jimin all the way to his belly. “Damn. Caught,” he snickers.
And for a moment, Jimin forgets how tired he is - how his whole body aches from head to toe. Jungkook can get so rough when they spar, Jimin often goes home with bruises on his shins and pink finger marks on his arms and back from where Jungkook had grabbed onto him. Even days later he can feel the ghost-like hold Jungkook has on him, both mentally and physically. His roommate has raised one too many eyebrows at them, wondering why Jimin keeps going back to judo when he’s not particularly invested in it in the first place. Jimin always shrugs, doesn’t have it in him to explain.
It’s not really judo that Jimin’s in love with after all, just Jeon Jungkook.
“No, but seriously, try it again. You just need to fix your posture a bit, but it was good. It was a good start, Jimin.”
As much as Jimin can’t stand Jungkook’s teasing, he can’t stand his praises even more. “It was - Thank you, but it wasn’t - I didn’t even get you,” Jimin says embarrassedly.
“Show me again,” Jungkook prompts, the look on his face softening.
Jimin edges closer, unsure. Jungkook doesn’t budge when Jimin hesitantly bends down to take hold of his thigh. He peers up at Jungkook’s expression and swallows tightly. “Do… Do you want me to try the throw?”
Jungkook stares down at him wordlessly for several long moments.
“What - ” Jimin barely has time to feel a sense of foreboding at the grin that stretches Jungkook’s lips before he brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, petting and ruffling his hair aggressively. Jimin straightens with an indignant squawk because - his hair - and makes a valiant effort to move the strands back to their rightful place. Then with heightened resolve, he throws himself at Jungkook in response, reaching up to enact his revenge.
Jungkook’s laughing, barely managing to keep his head out of Jimin’s reach.
“Hold still, you giant brat,” Jimin bites out.
“Is that any way to talk to your teacher,” Jungkook chortles, but his laughter breaks off when Jimin clambers onto his back, locking his legs around his middle and proceeds to make a mess out of his hair. “You’re gonna get it, Jimin,” he growls.
Jimin hates the way his stomach flips at the warning; the way it clenches when Jungkook manages to grab hold on him, sling him over his shoulder in one smooth motion before sending them both falling down onto the mat. At the last second, he switches their position, keeping Jimin’s body cushioned above him.
“I should make you run laps for this,” he murmurs, and his voice reverberates where their chests are pressed together. Jimin can’t tell if he’s serious, but he isn’t going to risk it.
“You started it,” Jimin says breathlessly. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and all of it Jimin’s doing.
“No, you did. When you went to Jung Hoseok for help instead of me.”
“Can you let it go?” Jimin whines, though the happiness that colours his tone when Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him still is blatant for all ears. “I already told you why I did it.”
Jungkook, with his tongue pressed against his cheek in petulance and obviously not letting it go, mutters, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m your coach. You can’t go fraternizing with the enemy.”
“Competition,” Jimin corrects. “Not enemy.”
It’s not, but Jimin knows when he’s fighting a losing battle. “Alright,” he acquiesces. “I won’t go to Hobi-hyung for help with judo.”
“’Hobi-hyung’?” Jungkook echoes. “When’d he become ‘Hobi-hyung’? His first name is Competition - ”
“Jungkook, oh my god.”
“You’re not gonna lose to him at the next tournament, you got that Jimin? He’s gonna eat your tiny little fists and - ”
“Jungkookie,” Jimin says with increasing exasperation.
“You’re gonna stand up there on the podium with that gold fucking medal around your neck, and he’s gonna bask in awe as you dead tree kick everyone’s ass after I help you make it perfect - ”
Jimin can’t help the giggles that bubble up, both at the serious set of Jungkook’s brows and the competitive fire burning in his eyes. “Alright. Whatever you say.” He sits up, and Jungkook follows suit. Jimin’s on his lap now, and he tries not to notice that fact. Tries.
“Your stance was a little too high just now. You need to lower yourself more, your center of gravity, and your grip wasn’t in the right place. You need to - ”
“Slow down, you’re rambling,” Jimin says with great fondness.
Jungkook pauses for a breath. “… And - ”
His eyes widen for the briefest moment, before they shut. Jimin doesn’t know where the sudden courage had come from, but this close to Jungkook’s face, Jimin felt brave. It doesn’t feel so out of reach when their bodies are flush together, and Jungkook’s hands are coming up to frame his cheeks, still warm from exertion. Their mouths coming together, again and again, Jungkook’s tongue sliding against his, feels just like another one of their sparring matches.
When they break apart, panting heavily, Jungkook’s got that boyish grin on his face - the one that gets Jimin’s insides all twisted into knots, every damn time without fail. “You need to work on your technique.”
“Fuck off,” Jimin complains. Then, softer, and so fucking in love with Jeon Jungkook: “You gonna show me how it’s done, golden boy?”
The knotted tie hanging crookedly off your boyfriend’s neck was truly a sight to see. It was dreadful, no doubt about that, but impressive in just how bad it was. Seriously. You were impressed. You’d say a monkey could have done better, but that would be insulting to monkeys.
“Dean?” You knocked on the half-open door lightly, stepping into your shared bedroom after hearing a frustrated grunt from inside. Dean looked up when he heard your voice, embarrassment flooding his features in an instant. He quickly dropped the mangled tie and you watched as it flopped awkwardly onto his chest.
“Really?” You crossed your arms and grinned, trying not to laugh. “If I knew your skills were this tragic I would have come help sooner.”
Dean only cast you a withering stare. “Will you please just fix this?”
“Maybe,” you said, stepping forward and tugging on your boyfriend’s tie to bring him down to your level. You dragged a finger down his chest. “But I don’t work for free.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “No?”
Your grip on his tie tightened, grabbing above you first hand so your fingers brushed his shirt collar. This probably wasn’t the best use of your time, especially when you had somewhere to be, but you just couldn’t help it. Helpless Dean was so adorably incompetent.
His hands quickly found your waist, sliding around your back to pull you flush against him, and you undid his pathetic attempt at a Half-Windsor as best as you could without actually looking at it. All your attention was focused on the piercing green eyes above you, then on the lips that found your own, sending a thrill through your body as you moved in sync with him.
The tie was reduced to a knot-free, slightly crumpled piece of fabric hanging limply around Dean’s neck. The top button of his shirt joined the tie as your second victim, undone and pushed unceremoniously to the side until your fingers brushed the smooth skin of his chest. Then light streamed in the room, Sam’s annoyed face illuminated in the doorway.
“Seriously?” the youngest Winchester said roughly. “We’ve gotta go.”
Dean simply blinked and pulled away from you, turning to Sam with a What are you gonna do? face. “Sorry, Sammy.” He shrugged and grinned at his brother. “It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible.”
That comment earned him a shove from you and an eyeroll from Sam.
“Come on,” you said, tugging on Dean’s tie to actually do what you were supposed to. “Sam’s right, we need to go.”
“Thank you!” A mass of chestnut brown hair disappeared around the corner.
“And besides …” You kissed Dean’s neck, right below his ear. “We can finish this later.”
*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*
i just had a gut-wrenching-chest-clutching Moment™️ where i nearly cried cuz i just remembered the court scene in blue lily lily blue
how gansey and ronan skipped class and rushed to make it in time to the courtroom gansey desperately asking if they weren’t too late
gansey being such a goober nerd that even the judge knows about his search for glendower like honestly who hasn’t he told (and lol if everyone and their mother knew about gansey’s search how did dumbass whelk not know about it sooner? boy bye) and gansey anxiously telepathically (basically) asking adam if this was okay, if he was allowed to help he jUST WANTS TO HELP
ronan in a goddamn suit and tie (wow can you imagine how hot he looked wowowwo but that is not the point right now) i stay up at night and think of what ronan could’ve possibly said. was he short and brutal as usual, sending withering stares at robert parrish or did he try to be Extra Polite so he wouldn’t fuck up for adam? could you tell how anxious he was in his lil broody face?!
adam thinking he was all alone as if his friends wouldn’t drop everything for him being such a dumb for not telling his best friends but somehow they showed up anyway because they fucking love adam parrish with all their mighty hearts they love him more than any of us sorry to say but gansey will fight you on this
basically these boys love each other sO FUCKING MUCH i literally get Overwhelmed and Consumed by it i can’t function i’m crying again
A rickmorty fix-it fic for the scene with Morty and the rocket ship ride in 3x04.
“—that thing is the only part of the Vindicators that has
any value to me. If you know what it is, place it on the platform. Guess wrong
and you’ll die.”
The drunk Rick on the screen continued his senseless tirade,
threatening the surviving Vindicators with another poorly-made neutrino bomb. If Morty wasn’t still shaken from the trauma of seeing four people get gruesomely killed, he’d definitely be laughing at Rick.
He isn’t laughing now.
Smartest man in the world, my ass. Can’t even be counted on to make a decent bastardization of Saw.
Summary: You awake to Alucard appearing in your bedroom in the dead of night. Despite the pang of familiarity and fondness, you don’t recall him. He’s determined to make you remember.
a/n: ayyyy. another anon request asking for alucard and an amnesiac mc. i don’t know if this precisely fit the prompt, but close enough. if you enjoyed, PLEASE let me know!
He came again at night.
For the third time, you shriveled against the headboard behind you and buried your face to the nose in blankets as he materialized through the wall, hair and intricate cravat fluttering with his long strides. This time was different, however; he wore nothing to obscure his features from you as he had done previously.
The sight of his long face and sharp eyes struck you with a bizarre sense of familiarity, of fondness. Even as he found a seat in the lavish leather armchair at your bedside, fingers twined together atop a crook knee, and the way he seemed relaxed yet poised altogether felt like a regular occurrence.
You weren’t sure how long you had remained furled against the headboard, rear nearing the edge of bed with your blankets still raised defensively. The longer he sat there, totally unperturbed by your skepticism, silent and observing, the less patience you had.
“So, you’re a vampire?” you blurted at last, shoulders rolling forward as a wave of relief flooded over you. “Prove it. Show me your teeth.”
said there’s no mistakin’ what i feel is really love
—sam smith (whitney houston cover)
When Sansa had received the gold-leaf invitation to celebrate Loras Tyrell and Renly Baratheon’s spring wedding, her expectations were high. She had known Loras since high school—indeed, she was best friends with his sister Margaery to this day, five years after their graduation—and as such she had come to know the Tyrells to be the most extravagant of families. As a young woman with equally lavish tastes, Sansa had gotten on with them famously.
While never quite so bold or, at times, rather outlandish as Margaery and Loras, because of their influence Sansa had gained a sense of poise and sophistication well beyond that of her own family. That’s not to say that the Starks were not held in high esteem. But Catelyn Stark had always said that while all of her children had been born with silver spoons in their mouths, her eldest daughter had grown up to fashion hers into a crown. Sansa had once taken offense to that, thinking her mother meant to make a materialistic fool of her, but as she grew older she gained a better perspective.
Not one among their elite set did not have a taste for the finer things—not even her younger sister, Arya, much as she would like to pretend otherwise—and Sansa simply accepted her good fortune and used it to do good by herself and others. Margaery felt the need to point this out at every availability, usually when Sansa showed up to a social event with a less-than reputable beau on her arm. Which, even Sansa can admit in retrospect, is often. Loras’ wedding is no exception, although Sansa has yet to look at it in hindsight.
This was supposed to be a supper quick little thing and then I had 6500 words worth of feelings….warning for homophobia, biphobia, and shitty coming out stories.
“No,” Yoosung’s mother stands up from where she’d been sitting at the table shaking her head.
The word boyfriend dies on his lips and he can feel Seven squeeze his knee under the table as his father’s eyes narrow on him. He closes his mouth, inhales as slowly as he can to try to steady his nerves. His mother has turned her back to him but his father’s eye seem curious, not yet unkind.
“So,” his father starts, “you’re gay then.”
“No but my boyfriend is,” Seven quips and then slaps his hands over his mouth, “sorry,” he mumbles quietly before Yoosung can remind him that this is definitely not the time.
His father clears his throat still waiting for an answer.
Yoosung shakes his head. “No, not gay, I’m bi, uh bisexual, I think, maybe,” he starts to ramble when his father’s face relaxes, “maybe Pan, I’m not sure I’m still, you know still figuring things out.”
He smiles at Seven when his father smiles at them turning to grab his mother’s hand, Seven gives his knee another squeeze under the table.
“Good, that’s good, right love?” His father coaxes his mother back to her seat, smiling softly at her. “You heard him say it himself, he’s not gay he’s just confused.”
Yoosung’s heart sinks into his stomach. “I’m not confused,” he says firmly.
“You still like girls though,” his father prompts.
He covers his face, this wasn’t what he expected. He thought it would go very well or very bad but this was neither. This was bad but, not the way he’d expected. “I guess,” he starts unable to bare the stares of his parents, “if I met the right one. I don’t dislike girls, but it’s not like I’m,” he sighs, “I have Seven.”
He reaches out and twines his fingers with his boyfriend’s under the table.
His mother stands up again shaking her head before her hands slam on the table. “No,” she says again.
“What?” He asks, he can’t help but sound petulant, it was all she’d said since he’d come in. She’d known the second they got out of the car with their bags, they’d been supposed to spend the long weekend with his family, his sister would be out the next day. He’d said Seven would sleep in his room she’d said no, he’d said they were going to go pick something up for lunch, she’d said no, he’d told his parents he wanted to talk to them about something and she’d said;
“No,” she shakes her head again, “you do not have Seven, you do not have a boyfriend. Yoosung what do you think your sister will tell her children tomorrow? And if we go to church will he come with us? What do we tell people when they ask who you’re seeing?”
“I go to church,” Seven tries, he continues despite Mrs.Kim’s withering stare, “you’d be surprised how little it comes up really, having a boyfriend I mean.”
“I suppose you go to confession?”
Seven blushes, and Yoosung swears he shrinks, he’s never seen Seven small before and he can’t stand that it’s his mother that’s made him shrink.
“I do,” Seven answers folding his hands on the table in front of him, “regularly actually.”
Yoosung hadn’t known that.
“Do you confess this,” she gestures at the two of them with disgust plastered on her face and he can see Seven swallow and clench his teeth before he speaks.
“It’s not,” he starts and swallows again, words stronger the second time, “It’s not a sin to love.”
Request: Hello! Could I request a reader x Loki? Like where Loki has had an accident and the reader finds him unconscious on the roadside during a storm so she takes him to her place to patch him up. He has temporarily lost his memory and they fall in love while she cares for him but when he gets his memory back, she is scared that he’ll leave her behind. Thank you so much!!
A/N: I have so many requests at the moment! Thank you! But I also have a lot of school work so I promise I will get to them asap. I hope you like it!
The heavy rain hit the windshield of your car so hard you thought the window was going to shatter. You hated having to drive home after working late at night because you could barely see anything on the dark and twisted road in front of you. It took you at least forty-five minutes to get home from the city, but tonight it took you longer considering you had to drive slower.
You were almost home and sighed as you continued to drive slowly, feeling like you would never make it home. Suddenly, you thought you saw something on the side of the road thanks to the quick flash of your headlights.
You reversed slowly considering nobody drove down that road at night to see what was on the side of the road. You saw a body lying face up in the grass. Because of the rain you could barely see anything but you noticed that he had shoulder-length ebony black hair, pale skin, and there was blood running down his forehead. You hesitated for a second, trying to figure out what to do. You quickly drove forward and parked on the side of the road just in front of the man. You grabbed your torch out of your glove compartment and got out of the car, running towards where he was, shielding yourself from the rain with your arms.
You couldn’t take him to the hospital, it was too far away and you couldn’t call an ambulance because there was no cell service for the majority of the highway. You were a nurse though, and going back to your place and taking care of him yourself might have been the only option right now.
You took off your jacket and covered yourself and the man with it so you could see him and identify him properly. You shone the torch at him and checked his pulse. He was still alive. You looked at him, carefully trying to examine his wounds. You could tell he had a broken arm, a possible concussion, and there was bruising all around his left rib. You sighed and ran back to your car, grabbing a towel you kept in the back seat for your dogs and ran over to him, rolling him onto the towel so you could carry him to the back seat of your car. You managed to drag his body to your car and just managed to lift him onto the back seat, trying not to make his injuries worse. You climbed into the drivers seat from the back and started your car, trying to drive as slowly as possible but trying to make it home so you could get your equipment.
About fifteen minutes later you finally made it home and got the man into your house and started to get your medical equipment. You rested him on your couch (with great difficulty) and took off his shirt to treat his bruising. You knew this was going to be a long night…
You lifted your head up from your book as you heard heavy breathing coming from in front of you. The man was starting to wake up. You had managed to stitch up some of his wounds and fix up his bruised rib, although it needed a lot of time to heal and you were by no means an expert. You got up and walked over to him to see how he was doing. He was breathing slowly and heavily and shifted around a little bit. He winced a little bit when he moved, still half asleep. You walked back over to your bathroom and grabbed some antiseptic and brought it back so you could apply some more to his wounds. You walked back to your lounge room and hesitated at the door when you realised he was awake. You sighed and approached him carefully.
He started to sit up but immediately fell back down and winced in pain. You walked over to him and looked down at him, pouring the antiseptic delicately onto a small rag.
“Don’t move, you’ll undo your stitches” you said quietly but sternly as you squatted down beside him and rubbed the rag on his cuts.
He grimaced as you cleaned up the cuts along his arm but eventually relaxed as he got used to it. For a few seconds he just looked at you, as if he was identifying you. Or at least he was trying to piece together what had happened to him.
“Who are you?” he asked, his tone slightly confused.
“I’m the person who just saved your ass, I think I have more of a right to know who you are considering I didn’t have that much of an option whilst I was dragging you off the side of the road” you said, venting a little bit considering you were exhausted and cranky.
“I-I don’t remember” he said, looking at you.
“What do you mean ‘You don’t remember’?” you replied, still annoyed you weren’t getting any information.
“What do you think it means?” he replied with a sarcastic tone. You stared at him with a really withering stare that was one of your signature looks. You couldn’t remember how many times you used it on people when they were pushing your limits. You even couldn’t remember how many times most people had pushed your limits. More than your liking however.
“I’m sorry if I’m a little sceptical of the injured stranger I found on the side of the road in the middle of the night” you replied and you saw him smirk at you out of the corner of your eye.
“I’m sorry, you’re right to be suspicious love” he replied. You stopped cleaning the cuts and placed the rag and bottle on the table beside you.
“My name’s Loki, and that’s the majority of what I remember” he added after a moments hesitation.
“Loki?” you responded sceptically “Really?”
“Fine, call me whatever you want if you find that too baffling” he said, seeming exasperated.
“No need…Loki’s fine” you replied as you walked over to the cupboard behind the couch to grab a glass. You talked to him whilst you were grabbing him some water.
“So you remember nothing?” You asked him, still sceptical.
“Bits and pieces, but nothing of importance to you” he said, with a confident but also defensive tone.
“Try me” you replied, raising your eyebrow at him whilst you placed the glass under the tap. Loki smirked again and then looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.
“I remember someone attacking me, then I remember something large hitting me and I fell to the side of the road, and then I blacked out” he said, still looking up and not making eye contact. “I don’t remember much before that” he added.
You walked over to him with the glass of water and a straw and squatted down beside the couch.
“Here, drink this” you said. He rolled his head towards you and you only just noticed how captivating his eyes were. He raised his eyebrow at you and you chuckled at his non verbal response.
“You really think after all this I would result to poisoning you?” you said with a smirk. He sighed and you lifted the glass towards him and he took a large gulp of water. When he was done you placed the glass on the table and you picked up your phone to see if you had any texts.
“Why are you helping me?” he asked, still not completely trusting of you.
“Because I wasn’t going to leave you dying on the side of the road. Also I’m a nurse, it’s kind of my job” you said, putting your phone down and then cleaning up some of your supplies. “Is there anything about yourself that you can remember that you wouldn’t mind sharing with me?” you added.
He shook his head subtly, “Not really, I remember a little bit about my parents” he said.”Not exactly a highlight of my life though” he added, looking away from you.
“What were they like?” you asked, finishing packing away your supplies and sitting down comfortably waiting to hear more…
It had been a month since you had found Loki and the two of you had started a nice friendship together. You were very lonely before you had met him and you had almost forgotten what it was like to have someone in your life that you cared about other than your patients. You and Loki talked about almost everything that had happened in your life. Every now and then, Loki would remember small things from his life and he would talk to you about them. The both of you sometimes joked about what his life was actually like and came up with strange scenarios of how he ended up on the side of the road. But you secretly wished he never remembered. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted him to stay with you. You knew you would be so lonely without him, and you would even go as far as to say that you had feelings for him. But you wanted to wait for the right moment.
You drove home late one night and you decided that tonight was the night. You were going to tell Loki how you felt. You knew that you had to sooner or later. You were just scared that he would remember everything that happened to him, and decide that he didn’t need you anymore.
You drove up your driveway and got out of your car, breathing deeply.
You can do this, it’s not that hard
You walked up to your door and sighed as you opened the door. You saw Loki sitting on your couch reading one of the books you had given him. He smiled when he saw you and when he smiled you couldn’t help but smile back.
“Y/N, how are you?” he said as he put the book down and got up off the couch slowly, wincing as he did so. He had healed quite a bit, but a few of his injuries still lingered.
“I-I’m fine” you said, trying to hide your nervousness but doing it awfully.
“Is there something wrong love?” he said as he walked closer towards you, limping a little bit.
You breathed deeply and stared into his eyes.
“Loki, I need to tell you something. I’ve barely ever had anyone as close to me as you are right now and I feel really comfortable around you and I wanted to let you know that I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time. I’m just worried that you don’t feel the same or you won’t need me anymore when you remember everything and I just wanted to tell you this because I care about you too much to lie to you about this” you said nervously. You held your breath waiting for a response from Loki but he just stared at you. After a while he smiled at you and chuckled a little.
“What?” you asked, confused by his reaction.
“Y/N…I didn’t want to lie to you either but I did” he said. He hesitated for a moment and you prepared for rejection.
“I got my memories back two weeks ago. I remembered everything. I also remembered that my family does not want me nor loved me and someone I once cared about was the one who left me to die on the side of that road. I also didn’t stay because I had nowhere else to go. I stayed because I couldn’t imagine going anywhere else without you” You felt breathless as he moved closer to you and touched your hands. You responded by holding his hands tightly in yours.
“Are you going to tell me more about your life?” you asked, smiling up at him and holding his hands tightly.
He chuckled as he looked down at his feet and then looked back up at you, his eyes shining.
Barisi prompt: Barba teaches a class at Fordham that Sonny has to take.
I had fun writing this one. I hope you like it!
Sonny grumbled curses as he sprinted up W. 62nd Street, finally reaching the Louis Stein Center for Law & Ethics and flinging open the glass doors. The messenger bag slung across his shoulder caught on the door frame and he continued to curse as he pulled it free.
This was unfortunately becoming routine. Olivia had been more than flexible, allowing him to attend his classes, but lately the pile of cases on their desks mixed with their lack of manpower made it nearly impossible to get out of the precinct on time.
He made it to the classroom just two minutes after the hour, sliding into an empty seat on the end of the second row, sweat on his brow and chest heaving as he dug in his bag for his laptop.
“Glad you could join us.”
Sonny’s hand froze on his laptop at the sound of the familiar voice, his gaze slowly working its way up to the front of the classroom. Standing there, looking as handsome and smug as ever, was Rafael Barba.
Hi! Could you do Got7’s reaction to him and his gf doing a couples interview and them being asked about their sex life??
Mark: *blushing and looking away from both the interviewer and from you. He’s definitely not going to say anything about it and nor does he want to see your reaction. So he sits in silence and gives your hand a grateful squeeze when you smoothly reply that a question about your sex life is a little too person.*
JB: *Gives the interviewer this look: the smile is friendly, but the eyes hold murder. The MC stumbles through saying it’s a joke, complete wither super awkward laughter under JB’s withering stare. Meanwhile, off camera, you are dying with laughter and trying to hide it*
Jackson: *I have no doubts that an over-reaction would ensue, including screaming* WAH WHAT TYPE OF QUESTION IS THAT? HAVE YOU NO RESPECT FOR PRIVACY! EVEN I WOULDN’T ASK THAT QUESTION!
Jinyoung: *Handles it smoothly himself, but still while staring daggers at the MC* You can’t honestly expect us to be in positions where we are going to disclose that information in an interview, so that is a very funny joke and we’d love to move to the next question.
Youngjae: *I picture the inside of his mind being like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH at that moment but he plays off the screaming as laughter.*
BamBam: *All too willing to give all too much information, but you manage to get the question changed before he can fully respond. Given the chance he would have been what do you want? Frequency? Quality? Kinks? Sounds? There’s a lot that goes into our sex life you know*
Yugyeom: *Smiles to himself without saying a single word. The innocent makenae may not be so innocent but he’s not going to completely out himself either.*
Pairing: Jin x Reader (feat. maknae line) Genre: Fluff, a bit of crack Words: 2385 Requested by: @btstrashuniverse
hii omg i love your works so much ajsbhdvdbddb😍😍. can i have a fluff where jin is like your longtime friend and you accidentally confessed ur feelings to him when you were drunk at a party(he was sober), then the next day he confronted you about it and you got all embarrassed but he confessed his longtime feelings back ? thankieww😅
A/N: I know it took forever, but this is probably one of the faster turnaround times I’m hella slow because Jin is the one true love of my life, bye.
“Helloooo, my handsome and charming friend,” you slurred, sidling up to Jin when he finally stepped off the club’s dance floor, with a too-bright smile on your face and your entire body feeling too warm. You were positively burning when he gazed down at you with beaming, half-moon eyes that seemed to be deliberately enticing. He was even more handsome than usual, in a fancy shirt and sleek pants that were tailored for his tall, lean figure. You giggled, daydreaming that you two were in a couple look: him with his lace-trimmed shirt and you in your snow-white lace dress.
“Hello, my sweet and beautiful friend,” he chuckled. “Hmm… that I can see your dimpled smile, means you’re not angry after all. I was worried when you flounced away with Jungkook while I was dancing with Hanui.”
“I was angry!” You emphasized your declaration with a slap on his chest, but you missed and nearly tripped over your sparkly high-heels, only to be saved by Jin catching you around the waist. “Oops… but I can never stay mad at you, you know that.”
Jin and his group didn’t usually invite non-industry friends to their after-parties, but this one was a big enough celebration that the kids had invited you. Jin hadn’t seemed too keen about it then, and you wondered if he had known that you’d be jealous of all the tall, beautiful women shimmying up to him the whole night. You pouted, even as you clung to his arm.
“You’re such a clumsy drunk.” he tutted, steadying you on your feet and brushing a stray lock of hair off your face. “What am I to do with you?”
Summary: Jyn has a completely reasonable business proposal for Cassian Andor. She just has to keep her feelings for him in check, which is easier said than done.
I wrote this vague, lazy North and South AU and it’s been done for a while, so I figured I should maybe actually publish it, so it doesn’t languish in my drafts for eternity. Historical accuracy and world building are not my jam, so I’ll just apologize for that in advance. Oh, and big thanks to my girl @taxicabsandcupcakes for her indispensable editing on this!
“Are you sure you do not wish me to stay?”
Jyn looks up from her book to give her aunt the best withering stare she can muster. Mon has asked her the same question no less than four times already today and, though she loves her aunt dearly, she finds herself growing irritated. Nonplussed by her niece’s annoyance–a side effect of practically raising Jyn–Mon simply adjusts her bracelet and waits for Jyn’s answer.
“As I already told you several times, that won’t be necessary,” Jyn says as calmly as she can manage. “I believe Mr. Andor and I can manage a civil conversation without requiring your presence.” When Mon gives her an incredulous look in response, she adds, “Besides, he is bringing his lawyer with him, so we shall be forced to be on our best behavior.”
That, at least, seems to mollify Mon enough that she continues to get ready to depart and Jyn can resume reading her book. Or, in truth, pretending to. She has been nervous about this meeting with Cassian Andor since she proposed it to him several days ago. She knows that what she intends to do is the best idea for both him and herself, but she does fear how it will go over. She and Mr. Andor seem destined to always be at odds with one another, and it is her hope that this business proposal of hers will do something to repair their friendship, even if she finds herself wanting something more than just friendship from him. Such a thing would be impossible to even hope for, she reminds herself, after all that has happened between them. But it is hard to convince her heart of this.
“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.
“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 Iknew 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…”
“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.”
“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.
“ 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.
“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.
“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.
“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.
“Good. Can i kiss you again?” He winked.
“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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.”
“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’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s time to stop with BTS>” He said gently.
I stared at him in surprise.
“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.
“So what do you say?”
“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.
“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.
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.
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.
AUTHOR’S NOTE : Is that enough fluff? did you cringe as much as I did!! lol… Thank you for reading… Be sure to reblog and let me know what you thought!! :)