#and let him feel even closer to his bf and understand his paintings more

[ethereal-engene]

late night cuddles | joonyoung

pairing: bf!jacob x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, fluff, and bits of angst // warnings: mentions of not feeling okay (not too into depth) and food

summary: when jacob notices that you’ve been listening to your sad playlist while at work, he worries and does his best to give you comfort. // word count: 1473 words

note: first comfort fic & fic of the year :,)

To be honest, you weren’t even sure when you started to cry. All you knew was that you needed to cry and per usual whenever you were in this mood, you had started to play your sad playlist.

Putting on your headphones and lying in bed to soak in the feels. Letting the melody and lyrics bleed into your heart & mind. Allowing yourself to experience whatever it was you were feeling.

With the blankets being pulled up to your chest, you found yourself crying into it. You wished that there was some known reason why you were feeling this way. Lately life has been alright and nothing was stressful. However, the need for an answer is not always needed.

The bed felt like it was swallowing you whole so you got up. Laying against the bed frame and listening to the music. Only then do the tears end up painting your face. It felt so nice to cry it out but it also hurt.

Not even bothered to try to dry your face in case someone saw you like this. Besides, the only person who might see you was your boyfriend. And last time you checked, he would be coming home late so it was fine. Little did you know, he was worrying about you.

It seems like you had forgotten that he can see your Spotify, therefore can see what you’re listening to. The Boyz were practicing for their next comeback but in between, they’d take breaks. They were using Jacob’s laptop since they had the tracks and everything. During one of the breaks, he went to choose the next song since it was his turn to choose.

Right before he selects a track, his eyes slide over to the friend’s activity section on Spotify. When his eyes scan for your name and see what you’re listening to, they subtly widen. He wanted to send a quick text but couldn’t as he heard the members asking him to pick a song.

Telling himself that he’d text you soon but it slipped his mind. More like his mind ended up getting stuck between trying to focus on getting the new choreography right and worrying about how you were feeling.

It had gotten to the point where the other members started to pick up that Jacob’s head clearly wasn’t 100% here. Asking him what was wrong or if he needed a break. He had waved them off and reassured them that he was fine. However, Kevin knew he was lying… actually everyone did but they weren’t going to push Jacob because they knew it might not go anywhere.

Nonetheless, Kevin had wanted to help Jacob if he could. So he caught Jacob during a break to ask him again. And surprisingly Jacob was straight forward about it.

He didn’t want to hide anymore and felt the need to tell someone, but at the same time he didn’t want to just tell everyone. He felt scared that it would end up distracting everyone and ruining the vibe for tonight. Plus they were only getting closer and closer to the comeback music video shooting. So they really needed to get this choreography down and nail it when they film.

After Jacob lets Kevin know about what’s on his mind, Kevin does his best to comfort Jacob that it’s valid for him to worry and if he really is concerned, the members will understand if he leaves early. The members all love you, maybe even more than Jacob (whatttt? Who said that?), and care for you. More than anything, they value your relationship and happiness. A quick hug and Jacob is left again to his thoughts.

He knows what Kevin says is true but would it really be okay for him to just take off like that? Pondering and walking in circles. Anyone could see that Jacob was clearly thinking hard about something. Thinking so much he didn’t even hear Sangyeon call him over.

As he snaps out of it, Jacob confesses what’s been going on tonight to Sangyeon. Kevin’s words ring true as Sangyeon quite literally tells him the same thing. “Jacob, you know we care about you two. We would hate to make you feel like you have to be here to practice instead of being with y/n. Besides, you've been doing really well with this new choreography. Just go. Go to y/n and let them know we care about them too.” Sangyeon assures him and pats Jacob’s back.

Jacob can’t help but let out a sigh of relief and give Sangyeon a quick hug before bolting out of the company building to your apartment. He hopes that he’s not too late. Texting you that he’ll be there soon. To no avail, he doesn’t get a response on the way there. Jacob had also stopped by a convenience store to pick up your favorite snacks and his dinner.

Once he arrives, he’s dashing up the stairs and unlocking the door. When he steps foot inside the apartment, it’s super quiet. Calling out your name to see where you are, the only thing that answers him is silence.

Eventually he reaches the bedroom and that’s where he sees you. Your headphones are still in, your face is glistening due to the tears, and your back is up against the wall. Jacob does his best to get your attention so that he doesn’t startle you. Unfortunately, you seemed to have spaced out.

He ends up slowly but surely scooting on the bed next to you. Replacing the blanket with his arms wrapping around you. Using his hands to wipe away your tears and moving your hair out of your face. The feeling of his hands on yours is the moment you realize he’s home.

For a few good minutes, he’s just holding you and not saying anything. Conversely you're holding onto him and not saying anything either. His heartbeat is beating quite quickly and you wonder if it’s because of you.

Jacob removed one headphone from your ear and put it in his. “My darling, are you feeling okay? I know it sounds like a stupid question and everything but I got really worried when I saw you were listening to this playlist.” He’s now facing you and uses his fingers to lift your face towards him.

“I… I don’t know to be honest. I don’t know why I’m even crying or feeling this way. I just do and it sucks. Also shouldn’t you be at practice?” Your eyebrows furrow when you realize that he was indeed supposed to be at practice. But then he softens as he glides his finger against your eyebrows.

“Don’t furrow your eyebrow, darling. You’ll get more wrinkles that way. To answer your question, yes but it’s okay. I talked about it to the members before I left. By the way, they wanted to relay the message that they care about you too.” Before he continues, his hands find his way to yours. Intertwining them before giving your hand a kiss.

“I just wanted to let you know, my precious darling, that it’s completely okay to not know why. Not all questions have answers. I just hope you know that I love you. We can stay here and cuddle as long as you want.” Your eyes look up at his face. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Another truth that rings true because Jacob’s eyes are soft and kind just like his soul (and heart).

You don’t say too much but you snuggle in closer into his body. Letting him know that you’ll take him up on his offer. Whispering a soft “thank you” and pausing your music. In due time, you end up switching your playlist to a more lighthearted one. Fitting for the moment you’re in with your one and only (Jacob) bae.

Just as you two are about to doze off, his stomach lets out a roar and wakes y’all up. You can’t help but laugh at the way the moment is now declared over. “Cobie, I’m feeling better and you are hungry. Let’s go eat something delicious!” Planting a kiss on his forehead and getting out of bed to cook dinner.

You extend your hand to him expecting him to get up but instead he pulls you back into the bed. Snuggling into your neck to pepper you with kisses. The only reasonable reaction to this was to laugh. It tickled and you appreciated whenever he got like this with you.

It reminded you that while love may not be perfect, the love you guys have for each other comes pretty close to it. That and to cherish the moments we have together. There is truly no one else other than Jacob Bae who could give you better late night cuddles.

please don’t forget to interact with this by reblogging, leaving a note, or sending an ask about what you did or didn’t like about this!

thanks to jacob for being another comfort idol for me <33 I love him sm and im tagging @sungbeam​ b/c i know u love jacob (maybe even more than me) 🥺

take care and happy new year ! here’s to all of the fics I’ll write this year

signing off with love

- ash

[leam1983]

The Whale - Thoughts

This is a long one, and it touches on topics some might find sensitive. See the appended tags for content warnings.

One of the leading lines of thoughts on here is that Charlie's character has tinges of fatphobia. As someone whose boyfriend is a self-admitted chonker, I'm used to hearing derogatory comments aimed at him, and I know how - in-context - it can feel demeaning or crippling.

That said, this is a movie. It's a movie, yes, but also a movie rooted in a play, which itself has some lived experience scaffolding its structure. It might be uncomfortable to see a big guy wracked with guilt as he caves in and snarfs a bucket of KFC on his own, but it doesn't mean that morbidly obese people can't be subject to bulemia or to other eating disorders. Fat acceptance goes a long way, sure, but the human body is like any assembly of struts bolted to a foundation: it has a certain stress tolerance that varies from person to person, and some of us shouldn't allow themselves to gather too much body habitus.

Let's dial things back down, for perspective. My BF is verging on three hundred pounds. He's five feet six, so he feels quite obviously rotund, at that weight. He dresses it well, having a yen for Business Casual that doesn't drop, ever - not after hours and not on weekends. Walter feels naked without a vest and necktie, he loves flashing his fob watch, and honestly asks me which cufflinks he should wear for this or that meeting at the office. He doesn't have an ounce of shame in regards to his weight, and even has surprising levels of cardio, being known for short straight-backed sprints down his floor's main hallway whenever he forgets to bring a document or two over to the meeting room. He, in his own words, knows he's obese, and he's never let that slow him down.

The main issue is that since we've officially started living together, his increased happiness more or less translated into an increase in appetite. He was about 260 when we first took drinks together and redid his entire wardrobe last year. That's a little over five years since, with three of them marking a notable slackening of his dietary habits.

He still doesn't mind it, or so he tells me. He's still the same cheerful and chipper guy I fell for, the same faux snob who's actually really glad to speak of his more highbrow interests to whoever'll care to listen, from high-end audio to unique pieces painted by local artists that he wants to acquire.

The problem is that he gets drowsy at an increasingly rapid pace. He keeps himself alert at work with a little radio piping Big Band standards practically every day, but the occasional serious traffic jam can sometimes result in my needing to nudge him awake once the coast clears. He also hasn't managed to be active during evenings in about a year, now. We settle in for some after-hours TV or rounds of light discussion, and there's always a point where Walt's chin dips, his breath deepens and then transitions to soft snores. If I let it go, he'll eventually rip-roar himself half-awake with a bonafide Cartoon Snore. He's been given the CPAP talk by his GP, but refuses to consider it. I've always known he had a bit of a napping fetish, but what involved charming little kips before meal prep now sees him sink quite deeply.

I've made it clear on multiple occasions that while I wanted to respect his choices, I didn't feel like losing a loved one on the cusp of their sixties. I'm lucky, in that he understands I'm not interested in Walter George the Suited Six-Pack-Packer; I just want the same old warm, kind and decent man I've fallen for to last for at least a decade or two.

His response is almost always the same. He smiles, pulls me in closer, and kisses me; pulling at my lips a few times.

"It'll be okay," he then tells me. "The moment I feel like I'm losing control, I'll take the necessary steps."

He tells me that, and falls asleep mid-sentence a few hours later, at barely a few minutes past 7 PM.

I'm not blind, I know what Sleep Apnea is. Dad has it, and he, at least, sticks to his CPAP regimen. He's also cut back on salt, reduced his red meat intake, and used the dog as a handy excuse to get out more.

Walter just sits there and pulls the William Taft card. "It's just how I am," he says, his smile radiating warmth and love even while I can recognize the telltale signs of sleep pulling at his mind: the slow eye-squints, the malapropisms, the occasional sentence that goes nowhere, the marred recipes with one or two ingredients missing when a foodie like him would not have allowed himself to omit details; the now-frequent nights where I feel like I'm lying next to a beached whale gasping for air even while he swears that he's really, seriously, super comfortable...

That, in essence, is what The Whale is referring to. Fatphobia would involve heckling someone who, despite their weight, has a clean bill of health or easily manageable quirks. Telling your morbidly obese boyfriend to be a bit more careful is not fatphobic. Brendan Fraser's character has it even worse: he's bulemic! Food is his single coping mechanism for a gaggle of real and imaginary personal flaws, and he's entirely aware that he's digging his own grave! How can it be fatphobic to have such a character realize that he needs to move forward and make amends in order to find enough courage to save himself?

If anything, Charlie's progress is slow, hard - and indubitably noble. His own white whale is a return to the life he destroyed in shutting everyone out and finding solace in food, in his working past his own self-loathing. It's not my place to keep badgering Walter on his own flaws, but there's a point where you have to admit that in the absence of a divulged weight gain fetish and in his added weight being a constant product of dietary negligence - as opposed to concerted efforts to gain weight - "how he is" is a really pithy excuse for something else. Depression, avoidant behavior or some weird form of call for help - whatever it is, something's clearly at play.

The problem is I'm not Walter. Because I love him, I can't force him to act. I can try to get him to open up, sure, but I haven't made much progress in that regard. Because I love him, I owe him to at least make it clear that I'm trying. If he wants to go down in a stroke after gaining so much weight his suits become impossible to afford, I'll be right there alongside him.

[realcube]

speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge   

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands 

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked 

he shook his head, keeping his lips together 

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today 

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨ 

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk 

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE 

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’  he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck 

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more 

Kentarō Kyōtani 

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’  or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry 

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you 

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare 

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life 

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you 

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses 

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that 

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips 

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible 

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

[lucyjay]

Wrote this while waiting for my flight to depart. It’s also my second ever one shot, so excuse my possibly horrible writing. Peace.

Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe fellahs), touching, fingering, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, crying, slight self image issues, fb2lovers

Love me - Christopher Bang/Bang Chan (SKZ)

Too bitter.You whisper to yourself after tasting the almost black tea you made in an effort to calm your nerves. Since the performance finished, you haven’t stopped thinking about Chris. You pray he won’t start blaming himself for messing up two steps from the choreo, but you know he will.

You’re not supposed to care about Chris in this depth, but you do. Your “relationship” started a few months ago, when you two locked eyes at a photography exhibition of a mutual friend and you clicked straight away. You knew you couldn’t be together; him being an idol and you trying to make a name for yourself after landing your dream job as a prosecutor. His world just didn’t allow the ‘gf/bf’ kinda thing and you didn’t want to push. You were just fuck bodies, there for each other when you needed to get off even have a talk sometimes, but that’s where you drew the line. Were you in love with him? Hell yes. How could you not be? But after weeks of overthinking about it, you concluded to not say anything to him because that would break rule 4 and consequently your ’relationship’. My heart is still safe, you thought to yourself, sipping your now sugar busted tea. ‘Ew, too sweet’, you give up placing the mug in the sink.

You were about to make your way back in the living room, when you heard a knock on your door. It wasn’t too late, but you weren’t expecting anyone. You curse at yourself for not insisting on having a peephole, but your landlord woulnd’t bother replacing your door with a new one. The moment you open it, your eyes land on Chris’s face. His eyes watery, his chest moving up and down as if he was running, smudged eye make up and messy hair. He is not ok.

“Chris, wha-..”, you dont manage to finish your sentence when you feel his strong hands cupping your cheeks and his lips on yours. He steps inside your flat, shutting the door closed with his leg, never breaking the kiss. His body is towering over yours even though you’re almost the same height, but he feels so needy, so intense. You place your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, your tongue now exploring the inside of his mouth. He moans into the kiss before parting his soft lips from yours to take a breath.

“I need you”, his voice is a whisper. Only now you can smell the soju in his breath. Not too much, but he certainly has had a couple drinks.

“What’s wrong Chris?Tell me”, your left hand now stroking his cheek, your eyes searching his honey brown ones trying to find a hint, anything that will explain his current state.

“I’m not ok, Y/N, I’m sad and stressed and i do everything wrong, I can’t focus and I’m scared, I’m scared that if i keep being like this I will end up like before...I-I can’t, I can’t do this..”, his voice fades as he bursts into tears, resting his head in the small of your neck. You have no idea where this is coming from, you have no idea what to do or how to handle him being like this but you know that you can’t stand seeing him in this way. You curse at yourself for not allowing both of you to have deeper conversations, to get to know each other better. Had you done so, you would probably understand better what he is talking about.

You pat his back and slowly caress his hair with your left hand. You can feel him calming down as he tries to wipe a few tears off of his face. You look at his beautiful eyes and sigh.

“If it’s about the mistake you made at the performance, it was nothing. You were so good, no one would care-..”, he shakes his head nodding you to stop.

“Don’t. Don’t give me the same bullshit excuses everyone does. I am not good enough. I fuck up everything. I act like I have everything under control but I don’t”. His gaze is strong, never leaving your face and you can see the hurt in his features.

“What can I do? I can’t stand seeing you like this, tell me what I can do”, tears pooling in your eyes now. His face relaxes and he gives you a weak smile.

“I don’t want sex. I want love. I want to feel you. Please”. His hands are one back on the side of your cheek and one lifting you up motioning you to jump and hug his waist with your legs. You do so and he starts walking the two of you towards your room.

He walks in and after a couple steps you feel your back touching your soft mattress. He stares down at you, his eyes red from all the crying and slowly takes off his shirt. Then his trousers and underwear follow and you feel your cheeks being painted a light shade of pink as if it’s the first time you see him naked. He is so gorgeous, how could you ever get used to this?

In complete silence he reaches out to remove your sweatpants and underwear at once. You lift you lower half to help him do so and you grab your shirt, taking it off, leaving your body completely naked under his gaze. He stares at you as if you’re the first woman he has ever seen naked in real life.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles and lays his body on top of yours between your legs, connecting your lips. The kiss is slow but he deepens it straight away, demanding access with his tongue which you gladly grant him. His left hand is resting on your face, stroking your cheek and the other is making its way to your lower stomach. You sigh and moan into the kiss.

“Chris, how do you want me?”, you managed to get out. Your meetings with Chris were mostly about sex and he rarely had enough time, so asking him how he wanted you or him asking you how you wanted him, saved you time.

“I said I don’t want sex. I just want you. Love me”, he whispers and you can feel his sweet breath on your face while his skilful hand reaches your lower lips, slowly spreading the wetness to your clit and all the way around it. Your breath is stuck in your throat and your brain doesn’t know where to focus first. On what he is doing to you or the fact that he asked you to love him?

“Ch-Chris I...I can’t”, his enters one finger inside your heat while softly leaving kisses across your jaw line all the way up to your cheeks. “If we do this, I can’t go back. if I let go, we won’t be able to go back to what we had”, you whine trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to leave your eyes. His stare meets yours and he leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I don’t want us to go back. I want you to love me Y/N. Like I love you.” he kisses you again and you swear your soul is about to leave your body. “I want you to show me that you love me. And take care of me” he enters a second and third finger in you and you can’t help but moan out his name. “I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.” his thumb reaching up to dance in circles around your clit which sends you into overdrive. You can’t think and no words can leave your mouth as you feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach. You pull him down closer to your face connecting your lips in a hungry, needy kiss.

“God, I’m yours Chris, all yours”. You feel his hand ease its movement and you automatically open your eyes to look at him realising just now that you had them closed shut all this time.

“I want to feel you cuming around me”, he says and moves slightly to the right to grab a condom from your nightstand. You grab his arm and turn his attention back to you.

“No”, it sounds more like a soft command and you can tell he loves it. He kisses you again while aligning his dick with your entrance. Your entire body is moving up to meet his. He is like a magnet, how could you have not fallen for this man?

He slowly enters you and you can feel every inch of him stretching you out oh so beautifully. You close your eyes and feel his lips landing on the side of your neck leaving soft pecks and bites.

“So wet. So soft. So nice”, he mumbles and the moment you hear his voice the knot in your stomach makes its appearance once again. You try to follow his soft movements but it’s all too much. He barely moves, his thrusts deep but at the same time slow and soft, but it’s the feelings dancing through your body doing all the work. He is everywhere. You can feel him inside you, in your head, in your heart. Everywhere.

“I love you”, he says softly in your ear and a hard thrust follows his statement.

“I love everything about you”, he continues and you forget your own name.

“I love you Chris. Please, oh my god, I love you”, your voice comes out so weak but you don’t care. You can feel him smiling on your neck and he quickens his pace. You start seeing stars moaning his name again and again like a chorus.

“That’s it baby. Look at me”. He caresses your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. “ Let go baby, I’ve got you”. His last statement drives you over the edge. You start clenching around him and you have no idea how you manage to let any words out but you have to have him cuming with you.

“Inside Chris, p-please I wanna feel you. Cum inside”. As if you turned a switch in him, with a final deep thrust that makes your orgasm last longer than any orgasm you’ve ever had before, he spills inside you again and again and you feel him all the way up into your stomach. You moan out his name a final time and then feel his body collapsing on yours, your heavy breathing matching his while he is resting his head on the side of your neck.

“I can still feel you pulsing around me baby”. He chuckles and you turn shy all of a sudden. He moves to look at you while removing himself from your sensitive heat. You grimace at the sudden loss of fullness and warmth and he kisses the expression wrinkles formed between your eyebrows. He grabs his shirt and wipes both of you as good as he can, before bringing you a new oversized hoodie from your drawer to wear.

“I’m hungry”, you spit while he is trying to get your left arm inside the hoodie.

“Pizza?”, he cocks his head to the side waiting for your reassurance. You nod and he lifts you up carrying you all the way to the living room where he leaves you on the sofa. He then disappears back inside the bedroom and comes out in a pair of sweatpants he always keeps there just in case, and a clean t’shirt. He takes his spot next to you and grabs his phone to order when he stops.

“What?, you ask.

“You’re still working from home right?”, he turns to look at you. His random interest in your work catches you of guard.

“Ahm yes. They said it is still not safe to go back to the office so I should be working from home at least until the end of January. Why?”. His face lights up and you wish your eyes could take photos.

“Come to Australia with me for a couple weeks. I need a break and I can get a couple weeks off to go see my family. Come with. Please”, he is searching your eyes for any sort of reaction. You don’t know what to say or how to react.

“Your family?”, you repeat, this being the part that shocked you the most.

“Yes. They are cool, you don’t have to worry. No pressure. I just want to spend some time away from everything here and I want you to be with me.What do you say?”. How could you say no to him when he is looking at you like a kid waiting to open his Christmas presents. You nod before the words leave your mouth.

“Okay. I’ll come.”. He serves you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wearing and takes you in his arms. You startle his lap and move a few hair away from his forehead looking into his beautiful eyes. And then you remember how this happy, loving person seemed so broken and hurt just an hour ago.

“I want to get to know you better Chris. Seeing you like this before hurt me so much and I need to feel safe that I know how to help you when things get tough”, you share with him as honestly as you can.

“You helped me just fine baby”, you gives you a cheeky smile and you hit his arm.

“I’m serious. I don’t ever want to hear you saying you’re not good enough. You’re great in what you do and you’re super talented, gifted and hard working. You shine on stage and even when you make a few mistakes here and there, no one cares cause your work outshines all of them”, you say in one breath and you swear you mean each word. He looks at you with the most loving stare.

“You are the only person who has ever told me that, that doesn’t make money out of me.”, his expression turns sad and you kiss him straight away trying to keep him away from the dark place he was in just a while ago when he knocked on your door.

“Everyone loves you. I love you. You are amazing and I am hungry. Go set the table and stop with the self pity you idiot”, you try to lighten up the mood and it works as Chris quickly gets up to set the table with the biggest smile on his face.

[soft-hard-peaches]

Reaction: Taking Care of Drunk SO

~fluff~ ~crack~

Kim Seokjin

After eating dinner alone for the 4th time this week, you've become accustomed to eating in front of the television watching dramas to fill the lonely air. Because a comeback is nearing, the boys spend all their time prepping and finely tuning the choreography and music to make sure everything is more than perfect and you are more than understanding of his career. But none of the less, you still feel a bit lonely without your partner. When Jin comes home, it's usually after you've cleaned up and gone to sleep. Plus when you wake up his already gone or walking out the door. Tonight the solitude gets to you. Sitting like a pretzel on your shared loveseat, you have your dinner in your lap and a glass of wine in hand.

"His is sooo dumb! Who would he stay with her!?" You slurred at the show you're binge watching. "I'm over this!", you say as you watch the next episode. As the show buffers, you hear the door unlock and out comes your beloved bf. Tired and worn out from his schedule but mostly shocked that you're still up.

"Y/n? Why are you still awake?" he questions you with a low and groggy voice. As he heads to the couch next to you, he grabs your glass and puts it down, then leans down to give you a peck. With a exaggerated puff, he asks how much wine have you drunk. You pout saying just a few. He gets up from the couch just to drape his body on you and the loveseat. You lazily reach your hand down to stroke his soft black hair, causing him to hum softly. Your fingers slow down as you close your eyes.

"I miss you Jinnie" in a hush without realizing you said it out loud. Jin looks up at you to see a slight gloomy expression that paints your face. He lays still for a couple of minutes after your fingers stop, signaling you've fell asleep. He slowly gets up, praying you don't wake up. He softly places your dishes in the sink and turns off the tv. He goes to the bedroom to get the bed ready and goes back to softly pick you up. You mutter something but the only thing on Jin's mind is taking care of you. He knows how much you love him and how patient you are, especially during heavy scheduling. He loves you just as much as his career.

He tucks you in bed and strokes your cheek, marveling at you beauty and soft sighs. Once he's done with his shower, he comes back to bed and lays under the covers beside you. When you feel the sunken pressure of the bed, you scoot you body and lays head on his shoulder. Jin shuts his eyes tight trying not to laugh at his cute S.O.. "Goodnight love" he whispers to you as he wraps one of the arms around his torso. "'night looove" you sigh in a sing-song manner.

He smiles.

Kim Namjoon

"One shot! Two shots!!" Taehyung and Jungkook chants at you and Jimin as you two toss back shots of soju. The rest of the boys cheer you two on as the once chill dinner party turns into an all out turn up before anyone even realized it. It likely happened after your bf Namjoon said he was shock at first at how much you can hold your own at a bar causing Jimin to get competitive and the rest of the maknaes instigating. But Joon didn't mind. He was sitting across the room with Hoseok enjoying he show.

"Wooow! Y/n is awesome" taehyung said in disbelief. "She practically and of us" Yoongi yells from god-knows where. "Ahhhh that shot was spicy" you complain sticking your tongue out trying to cool your mouth as Jimin falls down laughing. You feel a large hand on you shoulder causing you to look up. It's Joon with a glass of water ready for you like he was waiting to rescue you. And you react as if he was your superman.

"MY HERO!" You clasp the glass with both hands as you look up adoringly at your tall and beautiful bf. The sweet but glassy look in your eyes flustered him. Causing everyone to taunt you both like a bunch of middle schoolers, especially Jin and Hoseok. Joon pulls out your chair so you can rest and hydrate then pulls out the next chair for himself.

As the night goes on everyone is playing a board game. The game goes on too long for everyone's liking and decides to let you be the tie breaker between Hoseok and Joon. Tipsy you say they should do aegyo with ot5 agreeing with too loudly that Namseok couldn't protest. First Hoseok did his signature cute noises and faces but everyone groaned except you laughing. Next is Joon, who hesitated but made a smirk face, displaying his dimples and sultry smize. Without hesitation you lean in and kiss him on the lips causing everyone to groan again.

"Did I win?" Namjoon asks excitedly.

"No, Hobi wins" you say matter of factly.

Everyone cheers but you and Joon. "Why didn't I win?" He ask sadly. Grabbing his shoulders to pull in closer to you. "I said cute not sexy" you wink at him. Causing him to get flustered again.

Min Yoongi

After coming home to your shared apartment after a nice dinner with all the boys, Yoongi drives you both home to the hum of the soft radio. Eyes closed, you try to listen to the radio but your head is spinning. Because of the silence, Yoongi thinks you are asleep but in reality you are festering. And you stay like that till you feel the car pull up to the drive away. Shocked that you are awake enough to hop out the car by yourself. He follow you to place his hand on the small of your back to keep you balanced but you don't react.

The silence was left unnoticed by your boyfriend because your both pretty quiet at this hour but he definitely felt a bit a tension. You head in opposite directions as he goes to the kitchen for water and you start undressing on the way to the master bedroom. He makes his way to the bedroom, placing a glass of water on your bedside dresser, and search for comfortable pajamas. You finally walk out of the bathroom wearing a tank top and pyjama pants. Yoongi watches you as you sit on the bed like a pretzel while you fiddle with you nails.

"What?" Yoongi ask frankly.

"What." You respond.

Your boyfriend finishes knotting the drawstring of his pants then walks up to you.

"Did you enjoy the dinner?" He tries to get you to talk.

"Yes... Did you?" You don't look at him.

Ready to give and go to bed, he responds. "Yeah, the steak was good and the guys were cheery as usual." He sits on the bed gearing to lay down. " I bet you have fun. Knowing Kookie was there..." You say under your breath. Yoongi sat up, looking at you puzzled, "what are you-". You cut him off, finally looking at him with red eyes. "You like him better than me Yoong, I already know! Jungkook told me"

He sits there even more confused. "You let him get away with bothering you but when I do it, I'm a brat!"

"You are a brat" he chuckles at you making you huff and pout. He sees that you're still tipsy so he's finding your scene cute and he tells you so. "You're cute y'kno that right?" He grabs your hand and gently pulls you on him. Still pouting, he reaches up to caress you cheek as you hold onto his hand, "I'm cuter than Jungkook, right?" you as him. The position you're in and the look on your face causes Yoongi to blush.

"You're way cuter than him now. But when when he was younger-" you stop him with a kiss. "I'm kidding *kiss* You're *kiss* the cutest *kiss*." You giggle and carry on you night together.

Jung Hoseok

After a strenuous comeback season, you finally get to spend quality time with you boyfriend and you both were excited about it. Your relationship was fairly young still. Introduced by neutral friends, you both hit it off almost instantly. After you two were paired to sing a duet together during karaoke night with friends, you both quietly agreed to sing as loud and as off-key and possible and put on a show for everyone. The end of that night, he asked if you wanted to go out again and 5 months later you two are cuddling on the couch enjoying your time.

With a table full of half drunking booze and discarded snacks, you two layed there in pyjamas and comfy clothes, surfing Hulu for a good show to no prevail. "Y/n-" he tries to ask you something but you already have an answer, "there's nothing on Hobi". He puts the remote down in defeat. You reach out to grab your beer, waiting for some type of activity to be proposed.

"Alexa, my Hot Mix" you hear the chime go on and off

"Playing your Hot Mix playlist" it responds

Suddenly you hear your boyfriend's energizer music play as he gets up. You watch as he starts dancing in front of you. Smiling ear to ear, he looks like he's having the time of his life. "Get up and dance." He calls you up to join but you sit there watching him for a bit. "You said you were bored so come dance with me baby." He grabs your hands and leads you up with him. You slowly dance with him unconfidently. Hoseok notices your stiffness and changes the playlist.

"Alexa, play Extra Hot Mix" it chimes on and off.

"Playing Extra Hot Mix playlist."

The music changes to from high energy to slow and sexy. Hoseok puts your arms around his neck loosely then his places his hands on your hips. He guide you to dance to the slow pace of the song as you both look into each other's eyes.

"Better?", he ask with a smile.

"Much better" you respond happily.

Park Jimin

The atmosphere of the club is just as intoxicating as the drinks they served. Your friends egging you on with shots sounded like a good idea till half pass 12, when you were clinging onto your designated drived/boyfriend: Park Jimin.

He didn't like you drinking but he's just glad to be there to watch over you but promised he wouldn't overbearing. He sat at your booth and watched as your friends and you danced and drink for a few hours. He made sure no perv would bother any of you. That was his promise to some of your girl's boyfriends, and he took that job very seriously. He was always nervous when you'd leave to your favorite club with your friends, for obvious reasons, so he wasn't going to give up this chance tonight.

"JIMIN..", he finally hears you over the booming bass and spots you signaling over to him. He maneuvers through the crowed to get to your group. As soon as he's close enough to you, you snatch his hands to put them on your hips. Before he can process it, you are backed up on him, gyrating on him in a circular motion, sloppy. He rapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your warm perfume. Suddenly, he's carrying your weight as you've reach your drunken capacity.

"Baby are you okay?" There was a pause after his question. With a sluggish giggle you responded, "...of course, love.." But he know you were done.

You close your eyes and when you opened them you were in the front seat of Jimin's car. You could hear you friends laugh and chatter but you're too tired to look back to them. As you adjust your self on the seat, you looked at your boyfriend. He was stone faced, eyebrows sticked seriousness. You closed your eyes.

You grumbled as your feet is lifted from the ground but you're still in and out. You come back after feeling a soft surface underneath you causing you to moan softly. You try to open your eyes but the room is too bright. You feel a familiar hand cup your cheek, you practically purred, head still spinning.

"Are you ok?", you hear his soft song-bird voice question you and you respond with a nod and giggle.

"Do you want me to clean you up?"

"Yes please", you opened your eyes to smiled at him.

He leaves your side for a few moments then you feel weight on the bed again. You feel a slight tug at both of your eyelids as he took off your lashes first. Then you feel a cold, damp cloth on your left side then right side, then lips. Finally you smell your cocao butter lotion making you giggle again. Expecting it to be cold but it wasn't. His warm hands gently rubbed the moisturizer on your face and neck. "Thank you Chimmie" you said sweetly causing him to smile and kiss your lips.

Kim Taehyung

Small-hand in large-hand as you both walk down the street surrounded by night life. Friday night was always so crowed but the congested streets caused you to cling to your boyfriend of 3 months. But neither of you complained about the skinship. Sheepish smiles painted both your faces. You stumbled awkwardly on your wedges. You try to walk upright without him noticing your tipsy fumble. "Y/n? Are you ok?", he stops and pulls you to the side to look into your eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I- I must still be a bit tipsy."

You start trudging without him, trying to walking off the embarrassment but he easily catches up with you. Dating is still new to you both so you are easily flustered. Walking side by side but no longer holding hands, you two walk about half a block till something catches his attention. "Oh!", he exclaimed causing you to look up at him. He takes your hand cooing at you with a boxy smile, "let's stop by the mini market." You follow him without protest to the florescent, quiet market with calming muzak. You both nod at the welcoming workers but he let's go of your hand again and walks off.

Left alone, you walk around looking at the different brands of bubble gum on one part of the rack and oddly placed constipation pills on the other half. This makes you chuckle goofily till you hear Taehyung's low voice call you. "What kind of snacks do you want?", he waits for your response.

"Umm, bbq chips.", you say still cheesing.

"Any other snacks?", you hear his voice in the aisle behind you.

"Surprise me..", you walk down to see him but when you hit the corner, his gone. You stop at your tracks wondering where he went. Suddenly you hear the him say "just this" followed by beeps and the cashier asking cash or card. You proceed to walk down the aisle and hearing the cashier as if he needed a bag to his response, he ask for one. Finally you're through and you see him. Bag of snacks in hand, smiling thank you at the worker. Then he looks to you. When you two make eye contact, he walks over to you, one hand out asking for yours and you obliged. Smiling sheepishly.

"I bought us snack.", he grins cutely.

You brought up his hand to place it on your lips and plant a sweet kiss "Thank you."

Jeon Jungkook

"Kookie Kookie Junggukkie" you call him to the living room.

Walking out of bathroom, he wondered what you needed from him so urgently, "Y E S, my drunken sailor. What can I do ya for?" He slaps his cheeks, trying to sober himself up. Once he steps through the hallway, he see what shenanigans are in store.

"Where and when did you get THOSE?", he is puzzled to see you with green and red lightsaber in both hands. He walks closer to his zany girlfriend but you stop him by pointing your plastic sword at him. "While you were in the bathroom, I was studying the blade." It takes him time to process everything then responds with a laugh, "that's not a satisfying answer babe." No less, you hand him a sword, steps away, then challenge him. He takes a dramatic pose and you match his drama. "Fine, but I won't go easy on you cuz I like you."

You both lunge at each other. Shouting and making your own special effect noises. No score keeping, no rules, just dumb laughs and good times. "You think you can win against me?", he laughs at you. He taps you on the side first, then the leg on one side then the other. You're unstable from the drinks and the horseplay. You fall to the ground theatrically after the last blow. Still holding on to your sword, you lowered your head whilst Jungkook laughs in a cocky manner. "I warned you, Sailor. I wouldn't go easy", he brushes his hair off his sweaty forehead, closing his eyes.

You respond softly, "yea... well I won't either.." You slice the plastic sword against his right thigh, making him fall. Then you take out his sword wielding arm. He cries in anguish. Now your above him and he's looking up at you. You put the cold fake sword to his shoulder, "I started and finished this fight". You've defeated him.

He looks up at you adoringly as you look down in triumph.

"You complete me."

[buzzliker]

WOOO IT'S ANOTHER ONE OF THESE!!!!!

this time i really wanted to explain my decisions for the headcannons i've made here, so without further ado; 3, 2, 1, PRIDEYEAR!!

first of all, i hc them both to be Not Completely Cis because as an enby myself it's just. comforting and nice!! plus i think they really fit them imo!! also they're bi and everyone knows it at this point

 doesn't use pet names/loves pet names

we all know buzz. he is awkward as heck and can't form a sentence around any of his love interests he's also shorter than all of them which is adorable. therefore, i think buzz is more likely to skip out on the pet names. woody i think also isn't crazy about them, but if he's ever feeling super-duper affectionate i can totally seem him slipping in a "honey" or "babe" instead of just calling his bf by his name.

 confesses first/waits to be confessed to first

i actually touch upon this a little in my currently-in-the-works prideyear fic, but despite this i actually find this one kind of difficult to explain. i think the progression of their relationship, both canonically in the films as well as romantically if you view them that way is pretty all-over-the-place, but ultimately beautiful. i think that they both have doubts about how the other feels about them, whether they seem them as just a friend or more than that, and so on. that doesn't stop them from getting huge silly crushes on each other, though. to put a long (toy) story short, i'd like to think that woody had a sort of love-at-first-sight moment when he first saw buzz standing on andy's bed back in 1995, and by getting to know him afterwards his inner morosexual was Awakened. buzz had his own Awakening when he held woody as they flew together, like wow this cowboy is CUTE, and those feelings he had developed while he was away from and trying to rescue woody in ts2.absence makes the heart grow fonder (i was just listening to this song as i wrote this so here go stream all of pogo's music). across the next few movies they fall harder for each other, but they get increasingly more worried about what others, and each other will think. it will definitely end in them awkwardly and emotionally confessing around the same time, the details of which i'm going to write/cover in the fic once i stop procrastinating and finish it ;'D

 big spoon/little spoon

Y'all Can Fight Me On This. i'm sorry fdjfhgdg it's just perfect ok???? look into mr lightyear's beautiful blue painted eyes and tell me he does not radiate Extreme Big Spoon Energy and vice-versa for mr pride that is all

 gives gifts/does favours

idk man i just feel like buzz is actually quite intuitive to his friends' interests and would be the kind to get them really nice and meaningful gifts!! woody always goes red and/or just Sobs whenever buzz springs a surprise gift on him like i can totally see him jumping out of the window of andy/bonnie's room to get woody that flower from across the road that says something Extraordinarily Mushy in flower language. on the other hand, i just see woody as more of a favour doer in general, but his actions are always sincere, as he loves to helps others, whether they be toys or kids in need.

 likes formal dates/likes casual hang-out dates

buzz is super uncomfy with anything too formal unless it's to do with star command, so like,,,,,, he'd 100% definitely be for a casual date, especially with woody. unless he's in spanish mode, in which case we'd probably get the full candlelit dinner with a mariachi band that's actually just mr pricklepants and the aliens singing really offkey over bonnie's radio. woody also, he's the king of movie nights and other soft casual dates, he just always seems to have the perfect idea of where to go and what to do! prideyear just have soft domestic gay energy in this essay i will

 introverted/extroverted

woody to me, is definitely an extrovert, a good leader, and fairly outgoing. he gets exhausted at times and needs his alone time for sure, but he feels at his happiest when with his loved ones and making them happy because he is a wholesome man! he's also just very tactful and good with words, and loves to be surrounded by others, even if it takes him a while to understand the true meaning of the bonds he has with the other toys as well as just andy. they're a family, after all ;; i think buzz is an ambivert or maybe even an introvert though, as he's much more socially awkward, and to me he seems like more of the type to lose himself in thought and dissociate more often, perhaps over silly things. still, he's absolutely a leader in his own right though, but as we've seen he prefers to be second-in-command to woody more often, but will step up to first position if needed. that's probably also why he gave jessie the leadership role at the end of toy story 4 instead of buzz bc he understood buzz's needs HH this is literally just me, the textbook example of an introvert, indulging in comfort headcannons now so let's keep going!

 affectionate via actions/affectionate via words

 buzz turns into a flustered, stuttering mess around his love interests, while woody is certainly more of a smooth talker. also, you can't tell me that when buzz gets closer to people, he doesn't give REALLY lovely soft gentle hugs. both woody's words of wisdom/affection/praise and buzz's small gestures of affection are just as soft and warm and appreciated by the other as each other!!! it's nice to have the best of both worlds :)

 carefreree/serious

 it really depends on the situation?? like they both have the capacity to be strong and serious leaders or complete and utter GOOFBALLS but i guess if you're looking at their personalities as a whole they're mostly serious?? unless spanish mode again fjdgfghf

 affectionate when alone/pda central baby

 woody tends to be more private about his affection, and plus his being more of a verbal guy means he's just generally hopeless at pda. he's trying tho. buzz on the other hand, and speaking of hand he will hold woody's forever, is just always touching woody like?? it's literally canon too?? buzz is just like :) that;s my bf right there and he mine and woody is like.*infinity of blushy emojis* i love them so so much

 slow burn/love at first sight

 LITERALLY NOBODY CAN DISAGREE WITH ME HERE like i mentioned earlier you just can't tell me that woody didn't fall head over snake-filled boots for buzz the MOMENT he saw him standing there on andy's bed. you just can't. again, like i mentioned earlier, it takes slightly longer for buzz's feelings to truly emerge bc he is awkward and i love him

 straightforward texts/emoji spam and keyboard smashing

 i think they're both pretty straightforward when it comes to texting tbh. though they both can't resist the odd heart/star emoji, and once jessie taught woody how to keysmash and buzz thought he had been possessed

 lends hoodies & clothes/borrows hoodies & clothes

 picture woody snuggling into one of buzz's baggy green hoodies that's like a million sizes too big for him but so. so Comfy and reminds him of his wonderful bf so what's not to lose?? buzz doesn't mind his clothes going mysteriously missing, because he usually finds them again finds them again on a peacefully sleeping woody later and then they CUDDLE god i love them

 that's it!!! thank you so much for reading this far about my Prideyear Feelings haha, i have about 7 million fic ideas after writing this but gottta finish my first prideyear fic before that haha ':)

gay rights!

[elena-reina]

Detention - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request:  Hi, Can you do a Draco Malfoy x reader os please : Draco and the reader hates each other more than anyone in the whole world, they can’t barely live a day without having to insult each other. In their last year at Hogwarts, they became prefects together as a lesson for the numerous times they got sent to detention. They ran into each other half naked all the time, and they, especially the reader, gets more and more awkward when seeing him, and can’t stop thinking about it would be to with him... -  dramioneenthusiast

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for.

Warnings: None

Your hated for Draco Malfoy was irrefutable. And attending the same classes as him did not make anything any easier. You were pretty sure the feelings were mutual since he made sure to tell you everyday how much he despised you.

Why did you hate Draco? 

Well, first lets start off with how spoiled he is. He doesn’t deserve half of the things he has. But of course in his eyes, he isn’t spoiled, he is “privileged.” Not to mention his annoying arrogance thinking he is better than damn near everyone is so frustrating. 

How can one person be so selfish? You cannot understand what goes through his thick skull.

Or it could also be for his inability to listen to those with more authority than he, in other words authority figures. He just thinks he is better than everyone else. 

And just to make things even worse, Umbridge is the new headmaster and he is kissing her feet. The list can go on and on. 

You would always have a reason to hate that platinum haired boy.

“Delinquent,” Draco sneered as you walked into charms, passing by him. You stopped, turned around, and faced him.

“Daddy’s boy,” you spat back, before turning back around and sitting down in your seat next to your best friend Y/BF/N. His stare hardened as you sat down.

He hated being called a daddy’s boy even though that is exactly what he is.

“Stare any harder Malfoy and you just might need to take a picture,” Y/BF/N smirked, waving at him. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his work. Snickering with your friend, you turned your attention back to the class and focused.

“Alright class, can anyone tell me what do Alohomora does?” Professor Flitwick asked aloud.

Your hand shot straight into the air.

“Ah, yes Y/L/N,” he smiled.

“Alohomora is a spell that is used to open locks on doors and windows,” you stated confidently.

“Imbecile,” Draco muttered under his breath but said loud enough for you to hear. You scoffed immediately turning around in your seat to glare at him.

“Dickwad,” you retorted. 

“Hag.”

“Scum of the Earth.”

“Assclown.”

“Douche.”

“Fuckface.”

“Fucknugget-”

“Oh my god can you two take this outside. What the hell even is a fucknugget,” Y/BF/N groaned.

“It’s what Malfoy is,” you spat and returned to your seat.

“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Malfoy, detention for the both of you,” Professor Flitwick sighed. He didn’t want to give you detention, but these spats happen on a regular basis.

“Great,” Draco groaned slumping back in his seat.

Craning your neck to look at Draco, you raised your hand flipping him off. “Fuck you.”

“You wish you could,” he sneered back. Your face contorted into disgust as you gasped loudly.

“MISS Y/L/N AND MISTER MALFOY!” Flitwick yelled this time. You quickly snapped back and remained quiet for the rest of the class, as did Draco. 

This was pretty much how it was constantly between you two. The both of you just had to have the last word. However while walking through the halls, both you and Draco were called to Umbridge’s office.

Knowing how great his relationship with her is, you didn’t have high hopes walking into her office. As you glanced around at the decor of the room, you instantly cringed. The blush walls were lined with circular pictures of multiple cats, the curtains around the windows were patterned and pink, and the carpet was a mixture of salmons, hot pinks and deep pinks.

Now you love both cats and pink, but this was too much.

The whole room looked like a little girl’s bedroom, complete with flowers and lots of frills. There was a desk in the middle of the room, possibly the only thing in the entire room that wasn’t pink or flouncy. It was a mahogany brown.

Umbridge was seated on a chair behind her desk and had a grand smile on her face.

“Sit, sit. Both of you.”

You reluctantly sat down as well as Draco, but he seemed unbothered. There goes his “privilege” again. 

“Congratulations to the both of you Miss Y/L/N and Mister Malfoy!” she began, with her shrilling voice.

Huh?

“You are the top 2 students in 5th year. You are now prefects!” she says standing up and handing you your badges.

You took it in your hand lightly. “I- wow. I’m at a loss for words-”

“How about having some manners and saying thank you,” Draco sneered, “Thank you for this opportunity Headmaster Umbridge, I promise you won’t regret choosing me for this role.”

Overachiever.

“Oh, you are welcome to the both of you. Now out, out!” she deceitfully smiled. You both bowed your heads and exited.

It was early in the morning, around about 12:30. Creeping through the corridors, trying not to make a sound, you were on your way back from taking a bath.

Why did you take one so early?

Well, you couldn't sleep, so mind as well just take a bath to let off some steam. You figured if you had gotten some alone time to relax and be by yourself then you could fall asleep easier.

You drifted through the darkened hallways, barely being able to see. You couldn’t use Lumos since the paintings on the way would make too much of a fuss due to the light

Almost making it back to your common room, you suddenly heard footsteps. Quickly freezing up, you sped to hide behind a statue. You were in no shape to see anyone. All you had on you was your towel and fluffy slippers.

Seeing anyone at this point would be too embarrassing. As the footsteps began to disappear, you slowly continued walking to your common room.

As you walked up to the door, creeping inside trying not to make a sound, you yelped when you saw a figure there standing in front of you. There stood Draco Malfoy with a smirk plastered on his face as you looked like a deer in headlights

"Someone is up late, Y/L/N," He smirked as he walked closer. Your cheeks burned as you could feel your face turning bright red. You clutched your towel closer to your body.

"I could say the same thing," you retorted.

"Y/L/N. I'm a prefect, you shouldn't be up this time,” he replied, as he stopped in his tracks.

Rolling your eyes, you spoke. “News flash, me too, idiot.”

“Ouch, such harsh words. I’m wounded,” he teased, and chuckled.

Had he actually laughed or is he playing some sick game?

In the darkness, you were able to feintly make out his figure. He was still in his clothes from earlier except this time he only had a sweater on with his trousers. His hair was slightly messy, but still shined bright in the darkness from the shine of the moonlight. He actually looked kind of handsome?

Oh my god, you couldn’t believe those thoughts had just come to your mind. Your eyes trailed up to his face until you noticed a smirk forming.

“Stare any harder Y/L/N and you just might need to take a picture,” he smirked. Your cheeks turned even hotter as you shifted awkwardly.

Suddenly, you decided to do something. Something you never thought you would do in a million years, let alone a life time. You had to do this, you couldn't help yourself. 

You grabbed his sweater with your free hand and pulled him closer to you. You tiled your head up and pressed your lips against his. And to your surprise, he didn’t push you away. Instead he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you closer to him.

Your lips moved in sink with a passion you didn’t know was there before. He kissed you on the lips as he raised one of his hands to your face, stroking your cheek.

You didn't expect Draco to be this sweet. You broke the kiss gazed into his silver eyes with your Y/E/C ones.

“You have no idea how long I’ve actually been wanting to kiss you,” he spoke, his hot breath fanning over your face.

You nervously bit your lip. “I... me too. Does this mean...” you shyly trailed off.

“I guess it does, go back to you dorm and get some sleep before I give you detention. I am a prefect after all,” he smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you spoke. “Me too, Malfoy. You get to your room before I give you detention,” you laughed as you both headed back to your rooms.

[morningbluue]

midnight kisses | t.h.

summary: laying on your bed with your best friend in the middle of the night while all the lights are out has never been more intimate

warnings: nothing except fluff, fluff, and fluff

word count: 907

A/N: I haven’t written something for tom in so long, so it was about time! :) I was inspired by a quiet evening with my bf and I couldn’t get this fic idea out of my head. enjoy!!!

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“Do you want to stay here?”

“Of course!” Tom answers as if he doesn’t understand why you would ask that in the first place. “Sunday means movie night!”

You laugh at his comment and watch him jump onto your bed and pat on the empty seat next to him. Without hesitation, you lay down and make yourself comfortable, your head placed against his shoulder.

Tom and you have been best friends since you can think and no one can ever separate you from each other - your parents tried more times than one without much success.

The two of you hang out together as much as you can and the Sunday movie night is a tradition since you were little kids. When you were still in middle school, the movie night - even if it was just an evening back then - got you excited the whole week, and you annoyed your parents a lot with the question when it was finally Sunday.

But now, due to college and work and other adult stuff, the movie night isn’t the highlight of your week anymore. You’re happy when you barely get to see the brunette boy.

Today, however, is the perfect day for a movie night. It has been raining the entire day, and you bought a big stock of salty and sweet popcorn yesterday. You still don’t understand why Tom prefers the salty popcorn over sweet.

When the second movie starts playing on your laptop that is placed between the both of you, you aren’t even focused anymore.

Tom and you lied down on your backs a while ago, staring at the ceiling and talking about things the two of you have missed in each other’s life. Of course, you text each other and sometimes even FaceTime for an hour, but talking to each other face to face is so much better.

The thunder outside your windows growls loudly, and you feel yourself scooting a bit closer to the brunette, which he obviously doesn’t mind. You can’t bring yourself to get up and turn a little lamp on, so Tom and you just lay in the dark, next to each other, arms softly touching.

You stay like this for a while, enjoying each other’s familiar company. The only light and sound coming from the movie that is still playing on your laptop, but long forgotten.

“I miss hanging out with you like this,” Tom whispers suddenly. You hear him shuffle around next to you, his hand accidentally brushing over yours.

“Me too,” you hum, “you’re always so far away.”

He sighs quietly. “I know. But I love coming home to you.” You feel him facing you, so you turn your head to him too, but you can only see the outline of his face from your position.

“I wish you would do it more often.”

You turn your body around, now laying on your stomach but still next to Tom. Your laptop turns brighter suddenly, and now you can finally see him. His arm is placed behind his head, and you’re almost leaning over him. You let your eyes wander over his handsome face, noticing the little freckles on his nose, smiling over his wild eyebrow, and getting lost in his chocolate brown eyes.

His face is only a few inches away from yours, and you can feel his warm breath on your skin. If one of you would move closer, your lips would automatically touch, and you don’t know what you want to do with this information.

There has been this little unspoken thing between the two of you for a while now, but none of you is brave enough to make the first step over the very thin line that separates friendship from love.

You see Tom’s eyes flicker down to your lips and that’s all it takes for your heart to almost jump out of your chest. Your face heats up, painting your cheeks with a rosy blush. You lick your lips quickly, and Tom swallows hardly in response.

“Can I kiss you?”

For a moment you think you heard him wrong, or that you imagined his words at all, but the desperate look in his eyes and the way he tenderly brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, tells you that you’re in fact not dreaming anything.

You nod, almost unnoticeable. “Yes.”

Tom lets out a silent relieved sigh and smiles softly before he pushes himself up in the same moment you lean down, and your lips meet in the middle.

His lips feel soft against yours, and you can taste his minty breath mixing with your vanilla lip balm. The kiss is sweeter than you could have ever imagined, and it feels good and right and perfect to have his lips pressed against yours.

After all the secret hand holding, the stolen glances, and the longing look into each other’s eyes, you’re finally here - laying on your bed, you on top of Tom, his hands holding your cheeks, while yours are placed on his sides, your lips on his, your heartbeats becoming one.

After all the unanswered questions, the what if’s, and the impossible scenarios, you’re here, making the impossible possible, turning every dream into reality and finally stepping over the thin line.

There’s no way of taking anything back now, and you know that not even in a million years, you want to go back to just being friends.

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[dad-power]

My Story, Part 4

Author’s note: None of this is meant to be mean or vindictive, but a true and accurate accounting of what has happened after My Story, Part 3. It’s been almost 6 years since I posted Parts 1-3.

Catherine’s mother and I have always had a decent relationship since she left two and a half years ago. We’ve been able to co-parent effectively and keep civil. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we would send each other pics of our daughter, go to her birthday parties, chat frequently via text about her, etc. We got along great and as far as co-parenting, we were doing a lot better than most exes.

Imagine my surprise when, a few days before Christmas, I get served at work with a custody suit. She was going for full custody of my daughter plus child support.

Up until this point, for virtually our daughter’s entire life, we’ve shared custody. It’s been equal, 50/50 straight down the middle. The way it should be. Study after study shows it’s the best way for children to get through a separation. Except for cases of physical abuse, drug use, etc., I’m a huge believer in shared parenting. Why not?

Back when we were working on our parenting plan and had it nearly wrapped up, she said she was going to run it by her female attorney friend to dot the “i’s” and cross the “t’s”. I begged her not to because I knew what would happen. Female divorce attorneys will not stop until you are living out of your car.

Meanwhile, I had been going through some financial troubles. My ex-wife takes a big chunk of my income in the form of child support. My salary is in the high 5 figures. With taxes, support, SS, and medical, a whopping half of my salary is gone before I see my check. This is what I am up against.

Money matters are not something you want to make public. But it wasn’t because of a drug-fueled spiral; I simply didn’t make enough to live on my own after everything was taken from my check. When I show people the numbers they all understand and are totally sympathetic to it. The numbers don’t lie. Most of them were surprised I wasn’t living out of my car. 

She sent me an email explaining her reasoning. In a nutshell, she said I’m unfit to parent because I’ve run into financial difficulty. She also doesn’t like how I parent in general.

I begged over and over via text and email for her not to take any more support because it would put me in a worse situation than I already was. I asked her how taking this would be beneficial for Catherine. How would taking more of my income away with 3 kids benefit our daughter? Ironically, in her pleadings, it stated I wasn’t able to care for Catherine financially, but here she was, taking more money out of my paycheck. It didn’t make any sense. I was met with no reply to these questions, and finally, an email threatening harassment.

I’m a great dad. I don’t do drugs, I don’t stay up all night playing video games, I don’t party, I rarely drink. I have a steady, stable career and have only changed jobs twice in the last 20 years. I love my kids more than anything. They are my life. I just want to be left alone to raise them the best I can with the resources I need. I am not a crazy and unfit parent.

So now it probably looks like she has done a heroic thing: Rescuing her daughter from her horrible, drug-addled Daddy who can’t get his shit together. I am sure this is what everyone thinks. The reality is quite different. There are always two sides to a story.

A little history

Back in 2011, we met through my sister and had a fun, whirlwind relationship. Then she abruptly broke up with me after 4 months. No real reason, she just got tired of it and said we weren’t a good match. 

There were no hard feelings, and since her job as a real estate agent wasn’t producing, I helped her get an internship at a major ad agency where I had worked for almost 10 years. Then she told me how she was flirting with the 70-year-old CFO of this agency several times and secured a full-time job there.

I thought it was strange that she was constantly coming by my desk chatting with me, and I was very close to telling her to leave me alone, but...

... one afternoon she came by my desk with a note that said she was pregnant. In all honesty, had no idea who the real father was because she had broken up with me, telling me to give her “space” and was hanging out with her ex-boyfriend, calling into question the paternity. She claimed it was mine and I believed her, but at the same time, her actions did not make me trust her much. I found her ex-BF’s contact lenses in her guest bathroom while we were “dating”, and there were several other odd occurrences like that. None of this is meant to be ugly, but it was happening and I had no idea what to think.

But we carried on as friends and I was glad she had a full-time job. At least she would have an income. Despite my instincts telling me to run away, I stayed friends with her. Despite my friends and coworkers advising me to tell her to go away, I stuck with her. I was not going to abandon her and our child. 

We started getting closer, and paternity was established. We hung out every weekend at my house, working on the room for the baby, painting the crib, etc., and fell in love again. She asked me if she could move in. I did what I felt was the right thing and welcomed her into my home.

The time around Catherine’s birth was just amazing. Our relationship was better than it had ever been. I absolutely adored her and loved her more than life itself. Life was really good. I thought maybe it was going to turn out beautifully. It was magical, probably one of the best times of my life.

But when Catherine turned 2, she moved out. Then she came back 4 months later. When Catherine was 3, she moved out again, then came back again. Then after some counseling with our pastor, she said she couldn’t commit so I asked her to move out, which was the last time. 

But that’s all in the past. She’s in a serious relationship now and they seem like a great match. It’s awesome and I’m truly happy for her. As long as he’s good with Catherine I’m fine with it.

Custody

The whole custody dispute was very hard on so many levels. After 2 years I was healing and moving on. The suit just ripped the scab open again. I wanted to continue our good co-parenting relationship for Catherine, but it was like a switch went off with her and she made it impossible to be civil. It was awful to see our relationship destroyed.

Normally, if an ex with whom you had an amicable split with and got along with is having financial problems—a person you loved, shared intimate moments with and raised a child with—you would most likely say, “What can I do to help? You’re her father and this affects her also. Let’s find you a decent place to live. Let me help you somehow.” There wasn't a huge event that broke us up, and even though it hurt me, it was fairly mutual in that we both knew it was pointless to continue. But nothing happened to create this sudden change in her. 

But sadly, It was all scorched earth and horrendously ugly. I was immediately an adversary. I was unstable and unfit to parent. I had tried over and over to show her hard financial numbers but was ignored. 

At one point during our negotiations, she told me she would never change her mind and threatened to give me the bare minimum time with Catherine if I didn’t agree to pay her child support. 

According to my lawyer, she fired her first attorney for being too nice. She also forced me to take a drug test. I happily took a 14-panel test and passed it with flying colors.

I was prepared to go to trial and had a 90% chance of keeping our 50/50 schedule. Again, all I wanted was equal time. I wasn’t going for full custody. I just wanted to share equal time with her mother. 

Several different attorneys advised me that status quo for 2 years and the mother’s history of moving out on us were my aces and would be hard to beat, but the judge ordered mediation at the cost of $1000 a day plus my attorney fees. That was it for me, the end of the road. I didn’t have the money. So I caved and signed the agreement. At this point I just wanted it to be over. 

We were together for 4 years. I will never understand the hatefulness and the unwillingness to be reasonable, and the complete lack of empathy towards the father of her child. I will never understand how her heart could become so hardened that she would do something like this. When I have no money, I can’t do certain things with Catherine. That includes necessities. I don’t know why this is was and is so hard for her to understand. All I wanted was to be left alone to provide for my children and have financial security. 

Looking Forward

The last 7 years of my life, I have been humbled, changed, refined. I am not the same person I was before. And for this I am thankful. I am choosing to go forward positively. I pray for her. This isn’t a self-righteous prayer, but a prayer that she is happy and successful. Because it does affect our daughter. I do pray for her heart to soften. I also pray for myself that I continue to stay humble and loving towards her. I do love her and want her to be happy.

I’m going to continue to be a great dad to my kids.

God wants us to TRUST in Him and REST in him. I’m choosing this path.

The other night I had Catherine on one side leaning against me, and Daniel leaning on the other side of me. Both of them adore me. My children love me. They know I’m a good father. That’s all that matters.

God will provide for me as he always has. I am getting back on my feet one day at a time. God is good.

[ubereyezconfessions-blog]

Rides on 2/1/19-2/2/19

I find coming of age in america as a Black male to be quite the experience. A life thats rathe overly sexualized and comes with many stereotypes and assumptions. Cant say its a eye opener last night but rather a further confirm on feelings and visions I have around people that aren’t POC or in the area. I had around 4 trips with Uber specifically that I can recall that were very very weird and tension filled.

First comes with this couple that I picked up in West Hollywood. White male and Asian woman. They get in and I do my usual greeting of “Hello, How are you doing tonight?”, with their response either being “Good” or “Good and you?”. Pending the two you can assume who wants a conversation or not. Pretty clear, I’d assume. Anyways the car goes quiet to the music playing in the background and literally next thing is the two are seriously making out right in my mirror less than a foot away from me. Awkward, sure. First time of this.. No! This making out is pursued by and silence and the two are texting each other as a way of communication between making out, of which is only broken by the fact that the ordered an Uber Express and had another pickup. (basically a carpool). Which here is where we pick up 2 more asian women which out the blue the couple in the back then turn into the biggest socialites to walk the earth. New energy and a easy spark for conversation. Which either I from my assumption is they either sexualizing a ride with me in the vehicle and the face they show the world appeared when the others got in. The 2 women were dropped off first to that point, the couple then start having a chat outloud. Amongst the eavesdropping I’m trying my best not to do. This guys starts ranting to this woman about him being on Bumble and that he uses it as a means to have men send him money, which she laughs. He then explains that he talks to older men and in return they send him money. I can only assume he’s been enticed to go further than internet talking if he’s willing to consider chatting with grown men to get money out of them. After I try to truly tune them out and drop them off at the destination.

Next trip is 3 very nervous and young gold diggers, which i assume, of course. So its raining and already rather cold all day being its winter time. But these are the types of women that dress a bit “sexy” if you liked to call it that. Pretty much the less they can wear the more eyes on them. Anyways I pull up to a bar called “The Nice Guy”. As some may be familiar. So La Cienaga is took up by valet cars and I have to park on the side street which is maybe 20-30 feet from the door. Anyways Im called and asked to pull closer being its raining and they’re in heels. (Rain was in the weather report all week) anyways they make the run for the car screaming and get in the back seat. One of my policies is that when people get in the car, if they all get in the backseat, they want to keep amongst themselves. Being if anyone wanted to get to know you, they’d sit in the front. Ive rode with Lyft and Uber and always sit in the front seat and chat with my drivers, simple human etiquette. (Ill get back to this). So we start heading to the next destination which is the girls heading to another party of sorts or finding something to occupy themselves from themselves. Which on the way Im lodge into a superficial realm of these 3. Some womanese that Im becoming more fluent with and they make subtle ways to let me know that they are very much looking for drugs. And willing to have sex with those that have them, simply because they do. I kinda have a Baby Driver thing going on where people think Im “sleep” or dead on the inside. But I just know a lot of battles arent worth the $4-$20 dollar trips. So ones steady making snorting noises and rambling about skiing. (obvious someone snorts coke). And one persist on a story to her friends that she was in a bathtub with a football player and her bf. And the football player tried to fuck her in front of her boyfriend. Which Im sure she probably would’ve allowed. Im assume it stays in her mind being she wanted it. Otherwise the memory would fade. So then my spider sense gets to tingling that these chicks are getting made because I’m not talking to them and assuming that I want to fuck them. When actually Im so turned off by their superficial minds that I’m trying to tune them out completely. By the way, There is a new Broly graffiti painting on Melrose where Gohan was that I have to take for a secret instagram account.

Third on this trip is literally a trip after the gold diggers. Where I’m at the Argyle and i pick up this guy or transgendered. I assume being he was in full on make up and and very tight clothing almost couldve passed for a woman. So heres what I mean, you sit in the front if you want to know your driver. The rider, simply gets in the front seat and gives me a smile and we head to their destination. Now Im not an idiot, I understood that I could’ve done anything I wanted with this person. They sat there rather quiet just waiting on me to make a move. But I didn’t want to give in to a moment of being horny and just using a body. So I don’t make conversation for the understanding that I know thats where the person wanted it to go. Upon reaching the destination I just with the person a good night. They give me a deep gaze and a smile and a hesitation to leave my car but finally do. Sorry to disappoint.

Last but not least comes around 2:30am-ish. Im in mid city and pick up a american. He has a destination set but when he gets in he tells me he is changing the destination and needs to stop at a gas station. Upon which he passes me a $20 bill and says thanks. I make a stop across the street at a 7/11. and he offers me a water or something out the store which i tell him, “no, thank you. I have a gatorade.” Tell me why this guy comes back with a Fiji water for me. Next were back on the road and he offers me gum. Which i keep 2 packs in my center counsel. So to be nice to his generosity I accept. Which he goes onto a story about this girl were picking up. Tells me that they’re friends and he was taking her back to his place. Okay here on out, I can totally be having this all happen in my imagination, but things get weird. So he ask me to let me know if she’s hot when we pick her up. I can’t really fathom why he cares what another man thinks about a woman he’s potentially going to fuck. (its almost 3am-ish on a Friday.. c’mon son). I had recently watched Hitch so in my head I’m wanting to tell the guy. She already choose to pick him, but its on him to not fuck it up. Anyways we approach and low and behold is this tanned blonde with these amazing legs and great body. I admit before she gets in that she’s hot. So she gets in and this is another weird thing I picked up. The guys demeanor changed. He went from talking slang and being all masculine to being almost the opposite and high pitched. They start conversing about her night which she was with 3 guys all night to which, in her words, she didn’t want to have sex with because they were too fucked up and drunk driving. Womanese on the other hand started ringing off things with my spider senses. That this chick wanted to get fucked and this guy wanted to share her with me or watch me fuck her. (Im learning the cuckold is real in this country). They start rambling on about small talk about a guy being able to fuck girls at this hour just by telling them to come over. But at this point were approaching the destination and its getting quiet. Im paying it no mind but do understand its quiet. To pulling up and the girl gets out without a word and the guy thanks me for the ride, hesitate to get out and seeming disappointed. I truly felt like the dude try to buy my will or ease me into being of sexual use for them for the night.

With the way these nights go, I can’t help but get a intuitive feel that either people want to sexualize things or they find the black man irresistible. Media outlets cover us like were things to have. Porn, Athletes, Music, Entertainers. And a ever increasing broadcasting of everything interracial on TV and Movies. I even myself have been on the end of being worshipped for being a black man. I try to leave myself out of these equations in these trips. Dismissing that its all in my head and its not happening for me. But on a night to night basis I’m lodge into this pull that people want to devour me for being this black man I am. I roam around this city a lot. And Outside the “hood” and predominately black neighborhoods and areas or urban venues. I see sprinkles of likeness when out and about. And a vast majority they are workers or a seldom few here and there. So theres always a thought that Im that one different thing that happens to be in the vicinity. That must be had. But hey.. Im hoping its all in my head.

[kficschick]

When Darkness Comes: Part 2

Jimin + You

Angst/Smut/Violence/Violent Themes/Mature Themes

Living as an artist in the city was easy, normal, and boring until your life was turned upside down by a man with silver hair and eyes. Now you a both struggling to figure each other out, starving for each others constant company. Living has its perks when your soulmate is an ancient vampire but even then there will be challenges. What will happen when everything you’ve been introduced to, are learning to understand and live with may be ripped out from underneath you?

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A/N: Ok so here is part two everyone! Thank you for all the support for part one and I hope that you enjoy part 2 just as much!

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YOUR POV: I opened my eyes and starred out into the darkness. I was in my painting loft and must have fallen asleep. After the night that I had and then the long morning talking with (Y/BF/N) I was exhausted. (Y/BF/N) was very clear on what was going on in the city. Young Vampires were killing people and people were starting to get suspicious. She explained that unlike the others she was a succubus and her need for energy was typically sustained by Yoongi, her mate. I nodded in understanding but truthfully I didn't know to much about what this world entitled. I looked up at the painting I had done of Jimin and thought back to when I met him versus last night. I sat up straight and looked out the glass doors to see the moon was bright tonight. (Y/BF/N) had explained much earlier that in order for her to be able to walk in the day she had to stick with Yoongi at least for a night or the pain and drained energy would be unbearable. I peered down the stairs and saw that the window was open and she was indeed gone. I crossed back to my easel and pulled out a blank canvas to begin working on a piece. I decided on a landscape piece that a common customer of mine would enjoy. I glided the paint brushes across the canvas and started my craft when the sound of one of my cans falling startled me. I jumped up, pallet knife in hand only to be met with familiar silver eyes looking around the room. I smiled as I caught his attention, almost immediately he was by my side smiling. "Hello my sweet...." He eyed my paintings all around the small room. I looked around with him until my eyes landed on his portrait. He was by it barely touching it by the time I even knew he had left my side. "This is me.." He said softly smiling at my with the sweetest smile. "Yes Jimin.." I said a little embarrassed that he had seen my creation of him. "Is this really how I look?" He said excitedly, I tilted my head to the side and giggled. "Well yes I mean don't you know what you look like Jimin?" His smile faltered a bit as he searched around until his eyes caught the floor length mirror to my right. He was by the mirror before I could say anything he touched the mirrors surface which had me gasping a bit out of confusion. Jimin was definitely touching the mirror but he was not reflected back like me. Not to say you couldn't see him in the mirror but it was definitely like he was just very dusty and blurry. I walked up next to him and saw the comparison which completely blew me away. I was clear as day next to the blur of wonder that was Jimin. He backed away and immediately the mirror no longer reflected him. I looked back at him as he looked sadly to the floor. I turned and pulled his hand into mine dragging him to his portrait. "Your features are soft but masculine, your eyes are bright silver and your hair is dark silver, you are brilliant both feature and personality wise...." I reached up and traced his lips with my finger. "Your lips are plump but pouty and adorable, yet there is something other worldly about how you are." I said smiling as his lips curled up to reveal his fangs. I kissed him softly and felt his lips melt into mine. He pulled away and put his forehead to mine. " We need to talk, (Y/BF/N) told me that you were curious about somethings." I nodded and pulled Jimin down the stairs toward the comfort of the couch. He held me in his arms as we sat looking out into the night. "First things first Jimin....I know that we have already passed the point of friendship but I know barely know anything about you....I mean I feel like I have known you forever but I just I don't know." I said softly pulling at Jimin's jacket sleeve softly. "Well my sweet I guess that it will be my job to explain myself then wont it?" He said softly kissing my forehead. I looked up to him and saw the look of concentration that crossed his features, I was in for a long night.

JIMIN'S POV: She wanted to know about me, everything I had long since pushed away flooded back through me like warm blood. The memories came to me hard and fast as I began from the very beginning, where it all started. ~1550 AD~ "Move boy your not going fast enough and the emperor ordered this to be delivered by the next moon!" The man said cracking the whip across the kid behind me. I shook my head and moved forward along with the other slaves. "You there! Jimin wasn't it?" The general asked riding next to me on his horse. "Look at you! You went from a stealing beggar to a worthless slave." He said laughing loudly, the others joined in the laughter but I ignored them and walked on. "So listen slave boy how about you head the front since you want to ignore those more worthy then you." I looked at the general with hate and dropped the plank I was holding to walk forward to the front. The biggest man in our troop stepped away a look of remorse on his face. I picked up the front cringing as the heavy cart weighed on my thin frame before throwing it onto my shoulders and waving for the others to follow. The general cracked me over the head numerous times and yelled out but I ignored him as pain was already evident through out my entire body. We walked until the sun fell and the soldiers became tired. I watched the moon as they tied us to the nearest tree. The others had long since fallen asleep and I was left nursing my aching shoulders. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until the sounds of fighting clashed around me. I opened my eyes to see the other slaves struggling to remove the heavy ropes as fire raged around us. I saw one of the soldiers from our troop laying dead in front of us and lurched forward yanking the sword out of his hand and cutting at the rope. I felt it give and stood quickly the others had stopped struggling on the other side which probably meant they were dead. I looked to the kid from earlier, his eyes were wet with tears as he whimpered in fear. I cut through the rope and held out my hand for him, we took off toward the river. "There! Two escapee's!" Someone shouted behind us. "FIRE!" I felt an arrow pierce my shoulder but kept running. I looked back only briefly to see the kid was no longer with me. I shook my head angrily but busted into the woods on the other side and took off through the trees. I could barely hear the people anymore as I broke free and into a rice field. I dove back into the bush just as someone on a horse blasted passed me. I took off again this time the other direction. I could briefly hear the sounds of voices but I figured there was nothing I could do at this point but run. I don't know how long I went on but I went but I had finally reached somewhere a small village with only four houses. I walked forward stumbling a bit as I walked right into the center of town. Something was off though as I peered through the windows of the houses. There was furniture but I could see no one around. I broke through one of the cracked windows and saw bones laying in one corner. Everyone was dead here, attacked it seems. I shook my head and searched for food, anything to hold me over as I was still on the run. I opened one of the baskets and was disappointed to see nothing in them. I heard something shuffle behind me and turned to see a man looking at me, he wasn't normal though his eyes were bright red and he was basically drooling. I busted through the door but was pinned down as this man bit into my neck. I cried out and wrestled around but he was much to strong. What kind of monster was this? One who sucks the life blood out of the living?

"ChangSun! I heard a female yell out, the man ripped his teeth from my neck and instantly stood. "I barely saw the bottom of her hanbok when the world started to blur. "Take him home....he's perfect." I heard her say softly before something caressed my cheek and the world went black. I felt stiff, painfully stiff as I awoke. I looked around the unfamiliar area and immediately tried to jump up only to be stopped by something restraining me. I looked down struggling only to see ropes wrapped around my body. I could hear a soft giggle as I struggled to see who was making it. "Ooooooo aren't you just so gorgeous...." the woman from earlier said wandering forward to sit next to me. I tried to move as far away as I could but she put her hands on my body which had my head spinning strangely. "Your name?" She said with a smirk. "J-Jimin...Park Jimin." She pulled herself closer to my face and laughed as she touched my cheek. "Jimin....I am Eunji" She said looking straight into my eyes. Her eyes were a soft pink which I new was not normal. She licked her lips and barely grazed my lips with her own. "Empress Eunji...." A man said softly through the door of the room. Eunji looked over to the door annoyed. "What Taehyung? I am getting to know my new toy!" She said angrily before the door swung open and the guy stepped in. His red eyes were sad, upset that his "empress" maybe his love? Was in bed with some random man. "I truly am sorry my lady but he was tracked....The humans saw ChangSun and are a day out from coming here to initiate an attack." Taehyung said eyeing me worriedly. "Oh dear...." Eunji stood her face unreadable until she burst out into laughter. "Let them come....they will be no match for a young vampire." She said with a sinister cackle. "My lady ChangSun is no longer young though....all of the young vampires were killed." He said eyeing me again. I could see something sinister change in Eunji's demeanor as she turned to Taehyung and lifted her arms. "I am the empress of the ancient world, nothing can stop me!" She said before racing over to me and bending over my body, her eyes were red and she looked murderous. "I really hope you live because I have plans for you." I felt the bite to my neck but this time it was different, painful. I yelled out in pain as Eunji continued to pull my blood into her mouth before her head came up and she cut her wrist with her fang. I tried to turn away but she dripped the blood in my eyes and in my mouth. I felt my body literally tearing itself apart as I cried out in pain. I could faintly hear Eunji's laugh as she left the room and left Taehyung to stare at me helpless while I writhed in pain. I awoke and sat straight up looking around with a new perspective. I was different now stronger, my eye sight was so refined I could see the dust in the air as they touched down on the bedding around me. I looked around every square inch of the room until I caught sight of Taehyung starring at me. I stood and felt the graceful way my body just adjusted to me moving so effortlessly. "Its a trip isn't it....the amazing way you are just able to move about with ease?" He said standing. I nodded and looked at my body it looked different somehow. "Listen...Jimin its not safe...Eunji she loses herself in her murderous tendencies and literally kills those she cant...deal with." Taehyung fiddled with his thumbs but stayed mostly quiet. "What has become of them all? Why aren't you dead as well?" I asked with a little to much conviction. "Eunji drained them and them ripped out their hearts....me she always says I'm her favorite because I am special and am someone like her....An ancient, someone with ancient blood. She said that if she killed me it would be a waste." He smiled but you could see something dark hid behind it. We both heard it then a blood curdling scream. Taehyung was gone before I even could begin to use my running ability. We came upon a scene that had us both stuck in our places behind the building. Eunji was standing with a man holding a knife in her chest. Taehyung went to lurch forward but I caught his arm and shook my head. Taehyung looked angry but I kept myself still and held on to him. "Taehyung, help me!" Eunji cried out. I could see the smile on her face, I wasn't blinded like Taehyung. "She's baiting you....She knows you'll come and she's going to sacrifice you" Taehyung sunk back into my hand and looked between myself and Eunji. The man with the knife scoffed and twisted the knife in Eunji's chest as she cringed. "He's not coming for you Eunji your plan failed, you promised us Ancient Blood, told us it was help us control the urges and keep us sane but you..." He cut off as he shoved the knife deeper. "That was a lie wasn't it! That we could be helped....there is no helping vampires who have no sanity is there?" Taehyung turned to me completely stunned. I nodded my head and looked into the distance. "Listen Tae I don't know what's in store but if we don't get out of here soon we'll be dead to." I said, Taehyung agreed but held up his hand first. I knew what he needed to do so I stood still as he waltzed over to Eunji and the man. Eunji smiled sickly as she bled out. "Taehyung my darling...." I watched as Taehyung slammed the man back ripping out his heart and then turning to Eunji who heavily rested on him. "Give me blood and I will live...." She began but Taehyung put a finger to her lips before slamming his hand through her chest and ripping out her heart as well. Eunji cursed him before dying. We both ran off then and never returned. ~Present Day~ I opened my eyes and looked to _____she looked sad. "Why do you look so sad my sweet?" I asked caressing her cheek. "Taehyung had to kill her even though he loved her? Your life was literally taken without your permission! How did you even find out you were ancient blooded?" She asked distressed. I cupped her chin and kissed her lips softly. "Jin....He has a special gift, one that most vampires don't have. He can sense Vampires, young, ancient, rouge. He knew I had ancient blood just by talking with me." I said kissing her hair softly. "How did you meet everyone else?" She asked. I smiled but heard a small knock and looked to see (Y/BF/N) standing at the window. "Yoongi sent me, he said that he needs you early because there was an incident at the manor." She shook her head and I immediately jumped up knowing exactly what she meant. "He's back?" She nodded and looked to _____ "She might want to pack, they've taken over the city and the young vampires." She said and pointed toward the room. I nodded and pulled ____ into the room. I turned to see the look of fear and confusion covering her face. "Trust me...." Was all I could say and she nodded moving to her dresser to collect her things.

YOUR POV: Jimin sat quietly on the bed as I stuffed things into my bags. I knew I wouldn't be able to come home so I only packed what I labeled as essential before crossing the room and eyeing Jimin curiously. His eyes were literally blank almost like he had succumbed to death itself. I cupped his cheeks and silver bled into his iris's once more. He smiled at me and pulled me into him. " I'm sorry did I scare you? I was talking to the boys they were explaining the current situation to me." I nodded but traced around his eye lightly. "When we communicate at such a high volume we basically all go into something similar to a psychic connection to speak about what's going on." I nodded understandingly. Jimin kissed me softly and pulled me close. "I'm sorry I'm ripping you out of your life....I wish that I never had to drag you in..." I hushed him with a deep kiss and smiled when he did the same. We both heard a soft chuckle and turned to see the man named Yoongi standing in the doorway. "Hyung" Jimin said respectfully. "Jimin, come now the boys are all eager to meet ____" He said turning out of the room and into the hallway. Jimin grabbed my bags and took me out into the living room which was now empty. "I seriously have to get used to people just in and out of my house all the time and being as quiet as wind." I laughed and looked up to see Jimin smiling down at me his silver hair barely blowing in the breeze coming from the window. "Lock up and meet me in the alley way." He said before jumping out the window with my things. I locked all the windows and doors before going up to my paint loft to make sure that the door was locked up there as well. I eyed the unfinished paintings around me and sighed before turning toward Jimin's picture. I immediately went over to it and grabbed out one of my canvas carriers. I put his picture as well as 10 new canvas's in the bag, I made sure to grab one of my travel art kits with all the essentials and a few extra brushes before lugging it all down stairs with my portable easel as well. I looked around my house one last time before grabbing my purse and keys and locking the door behind me. I walked straight to the alley and saw Jimin standing with Yoongi and (Y/BF/N). They all eyed my canvas carrier bag but asked no questions. Yoongi took my canvas carrier and disappeared while (Y/BF/N) took my other bags and did the same. I could see the red markings starting to appear on Jimin's arms and touched them lightly as he pulled me into his arms bridal style. I clutched my purse to me as he jumped upwards. Everything felt like a blur, like I was riding a ride at an amusement park. Before I even knew it I was being set down in front of a massive metal door. I looked around and smiled as the whole home came into view. It was a massive Tudor style manor with only few windows in the front I could barely feel Jimin's hand on my back as he walked me up toward the door and pushed it open. I was greeted by a massive hallway lit with candles. I walked forward into the house just as Yoongi walked out of the right hand room. "Jimin....We'll have to talk later, we are all shutting down a little to fast. Not enough blood it seems." I looked to Jimin as he nodded, his eyes were fading again. Jimin took me to his room where a massive coffin lay quietly in the middle of the windowless room. I heard Jimin groan before he held on to the wall and leaned forward. I ran to him and pulled him into my arms where he let me help him over to his coffin. I leaned over him as his skin became more pale than before and touched his face softly. "What's going on?" I ask worriedly. "We lose strength rapidly when the sun is up....It almost feels like we are really tired or sick humans." The small laugh that came from his throat wasn't normal. I leaned closer to him and pulled down my shirt collar. "Yoongi said you haven't had enough blood....take some of mine." Jimin reached up and pulled me into him just enough I could see a red hue in his eyes. "Not a good idea right now my sweet." He said weakly. I pushed myself up and pulled off my shirt completely. "Jimin...."His eyes were completely red and he was fighting himself. "Please..." I asked softly. He pulled me close and kissed my neck. "Don't let me hurt you....Please" I nodded as he sunk his fangs into my neck and I whimpered out. He sucked my essence into himself and I could honestly feel every bit of the exchange. I didn't know I was rapidly losing my will to sit up on my own until I heard a soft muffled groan as Jimin pulled his fangs from my neck. He was just pulling back smiling when I felt my head spin and I fell into his awaiting grip. "I'm sorry it will be like that sometimes my sweet" I nodded as he laid us down and pulled me into his side. I cried out as he was about to close the lid and reminded him I may suffocate. We cuddled for a while before I felt Jimin go still. His chest no longer moved like it usually did, he was literally dead to the world. I touched his cheek softly and cuddled closer to his body before falling into a deep sleep. I stirred awake, someone was definitely in the room with us. I opened my eyes and looked around only to see a brown haired boy smiling and waving from the doorway. I sat up and looked at him curiously before standing and walking over to him. "Hi there you must be _____, my name is Taehyung!" He said smiling softly outstretching his hand for me. "Hi....I've heard about you from Jimin." I said shaking his hand. "Eunji....He told you that story I'm guessing?" I nodded wondering how he knew. "You looked so sad when I told you my name." He said still smiling. I nodded and looked over to Jimin's coffin. "It's normal I'm just up to early the sun is just starting to set." I nodded looking as the red marks started to fade on both Taehyung and Jimin. "Well I'll see you in a while I am on blood duty so I need to start preparing it so that we can enjoy a delicious meal." I nodded and turned back to Jimin. I closed the door and leaned on it before a strange feeling came over me. I had never felt so horny before, I just looked at Jimin sleeping and it made my body surge with heat. I slid down the door and softly touched my semi clothed body. It felt like a fire was burning between my legs as I unbuttoned my shorts and reached my hand slowly in. I felt along the bottom of my stomach and before lightly touching my clit. I didn't know what was happening to me lately but Jimin made my body quake with unrelenting need. I held back a moan as I ran my finger lightly through my folds. I was sweating a bit as the need grew hotter inside of me. I barely rubbed at my clit when a soft groan came from across the room. I couldn't stop, I was hot and bothered and couldn't control my insatiable desire for Jimin to be inside of me. I was breathing heavily as Jimin stretched and then came to the realization I wasn't next to him. He scrambled up and turned until his eyes caught me. I still had my hand shoved into my shorts and was rubbing lightly on my clit. He watched me closely but made no move to come towards me. I rubbed harder on my clit moaning softly, "Jimin....ugh..." I moaned out to him. He was by my side immediately. "My sweet....." He began but I hushed him as I pulled my hand out of my shorts reluctantly. He backed up as I made my advance until his back was against the wall. "_____?" He asked softly as I crawled into his lap and looked into his eyes. "Jimin....I'm hot I can't control it...." I said just as his member barely brushed my clothed folds. We both moaned aloud before I took the moment to move my way down his body. I unzipped his pants and ripped them down as I looked him dead in the eye and palmed his clothed member. "_____ .....ugh...." He moaned out softly which had me on fire even more than before. I pulled away his underwear and practically drooled over his swollen, precum leaking head. I took no time and swiped my tongue across the top of his member. He let out a small whimper. I felt his hands clench my hair as I licked at the vein on the side of his member before taking him almost fully into my mouth. His hips bucked forward choking me a little but I was able to regain my composure and bob my head back and forth. I could feel his muscles tighten and his hand in my hair as I blew him to the best of my abilities. A guttural moan ripped from his throat as I let his member fall from my mouth with a noticeably lewd pop. I looked into Jimin's eyes and practically jumped as I had expected red eyes, his silver eyes were literally molten as he crawled toward me and planted himself between my legs. I leaned up as he kissed my lips softly. "Jimin...I don't know why I'm...." I started but he kissed me once again. "Its the bond _____ neither of us can fight the others temptation." He said kissing my neck. "It just feels....I have never wanted someone so bad that I have barely known...." I said looking down embarrassed. Jimin picked up my chin and looked into my eyes. "Time is only a measure, I feel our bodies and hearts have known each other much longer than our minds." I nodded as he kissed me once more, I felt his tongue barely touch my lip and immediately opened for him. Our tongues tangled with each other as he reached between us and pulled away my shorts and underwear before unclasping my bra. I ripped myself away breathing as the kiss was starting to make my head spin. Jimin pulled away his shirt as his abs glistened in the candlelight. I ran me fingers up and down his sides as he once again planted himself between my legs. I put my hands on his face and kissed him as he ran him members up and down my folds slowly coating himself in my juices. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He said softly kissing my neck. "Can I?" He asked somewhat breathless. "Yes...Please Jimin" I begged. Our eyes connected as he aligned himself and slowly pushed inside of me. I threw my head back moaning loudly as he bottomed out inside of me. I felt the intense fire once more only now it was between me and Jimin. Jimin pulled out to the tip before pumping back in so slowly it was almost painful. "Jimin...." I whispered but he only did it again. I felt my body begin to move on its own as I pushed myself as close to him as I could but he pulled back once more and pushed in even slower. I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled his face into my hands and eyes his smirk. "What do you want my sweet, tell me?" He said sexily. I pulled him closer and whispered right into his ear. "Fuck me Jimin....Please go harder, faster, anything but this torturous slow...." I couldn't even finish as Jimin pulled me back kissing me before lifting my hip and fucking into me at an almost inhuman speed. I cried out in pleasure as he moaned repeatedly in my ear. I scratched my nails down his back as he pushed harder into me. I felt my body starting to shake as the pure pleasure started to coat my vision, I was close. "Jimin...close...ugh....so close." I said barely above a whisper. Jimin panted in my ear until he sucked in a breath. "Me too....so tight...hot." I lost it then, my body literally fell into a white hot fire as my orgasm ripped through me and sent my vision to pure white. I arched into Jimin and moaned loudly as he pulled me as close as he could while I was riding out my intense orgasm. I felt him speed up to a speed I'm sure no human could accomplish. "Cumming...ugh!" His guttural moan as he sunk his fangs into my neck made my already orgasming body orgasm again. I felt him surge into me one last time as his cum coated my insides deliciously. He yanked his fangs out of my neck and collapsed on top of me lightly. After a few minutes Jimin picked himself up and held put his hand for me. I took it as he helped me up and toward his bathroom which was just right off of the room. We both showered, had sex again yet this time was a little more calm, and dressed before leaving the room and stepping into the great room where everyone but Yoongi and (Y/BF/N) who happened to be missing, were sitting awkwardly. I turned bright red as one of the dark brown haired boys who looked a little younger than Jimin giggled and stuck his middle finger between his connected thumb and pointer finger in a sexual motion. Jimin left my side ready to smack the boy when Yoongi came through the door and did it for him. I giggled as the boy stuck out his tongue at Yoongi which only got him another slap from (Y/BF/N). "Jungkook be mature." She said as the younger nodded at her. I looked around and smiled as everyone looked at me. "Brethren....I'd like to introduce you to my mate, ______" I was startled by Jimin's instant answer and smiled as he said my name. Everyone waved and smiled. Suddenly a loud knock sounded at the door and everyone looked at each other nervously. On of the older boys closest to Yoongi stood and looked straight ahead to where the door would be. "It's one of (Y/BF/N) kind." He said Yoongi nodded and looked up to her. "Thank you Jin" She said softly before worry coated her features. Yoongi escorted her out into the hallway as we all followed. She slowly opened the door and was greeted with an abrupt hug from a girl with blue hair. Yoongi was tense next to her as the girl clenched on to (Y/BF/N) and cried. " Tell me child why do you disturb my mates home?" (Y/BF/N) asked quietly. The girl looked into her eyes directly and let out a broken sob. "They destroyed the clan Unnie....The ancient succubi are dead....your father he-he tried to protect the clan with the other elders but there was nothing they could do, he was to strong." The girl said softly. (Y/BF/N) immediately went stiff before her legs gave out and she fell into Yoongi's arms heavily. This was the first time that I had seen (Y/BF/N) show any other emotion but love, and support for her mate and makeshift family. I knew there would always be things I didn't know but knowing that she had a family out there who she loved very much who were now gone made my heart swell. I knew the feeling well as I had lost my family years ago in a fire. Yoongi clutched her close and looked up to the girl angrily. "What did her father say....I know he sent you to warn his daughter and us." He said through clenched teeth. "H-He said that he isn't alone....she wasn't killed....Eunji she is working with him." She said fear crossing her features. Everyone looked to Taehyung whos face fell as his past hit him hard. I looked to Jimin who was frozen next to me. "H-how is that possible....I-I ripped out her heart." Taehyung said brokenly. Jin put an arm around his shoulders. "Her heart was never destroyed though....The sun never took her full body because HE saved her." Taehyung sat on the stairs heavily his body practically quaking. I again looked to Jimin who now looked something between angry and scared. I pulled his hand into my own and put my head onto his shoulder for comfort before reaching out my hand to Taehyung who looked at it for a moment before taking it lightly. I watched as Yoongi turned to us, his eyes blazing as he looked at each and everyone of us. "He knew...He's been lying in wait planning this since the last time....We have no choice this time the darkness is coming for us once again...." Yoongi's voice cut off as the moon beaming through the door began to turn a red tinge. I looked at the blue haired girl and then back to Yoongi before my eyes widened and something I hadn't felt this short time being with Jimin crept up my spine, fear. Yoongi's eyes were glowing, blood red and the murderous feeling that entered him had my heart thumping out of my chest. I turned my head and examined everyone, fangs barred, eyes glowing, and tension practically rolling off in waves. It was then I looked to Jimin his kind silver eyes were gone, replaced by the murderous gaze and red eyes. He didn't look at me which I knew was for my own good. I looked to Taehyung whos sweet smile was replaced with glaring and death bound eyes. He was still holding my hand though, softly. I turned my head back to Yoongi as he stood holding (Y/BF/N) bridal style in his arms. "Let it come, we'll be waiting." He said and everyone agreed with no hesitation. A war was coming. Only time would tell how soon.

To Be Continued.....