#just this quiet but palpable rage that makes it physically harder to breathe.

[lloydfrontera]

'lloyd is very weak now and needs to marry so he'll have someone to protect him'- lloyd has the only grandmaster on the world following him around like a puppy. he has the most terrifying motherfucker on the world wrapped around his little finger. he has the one person in the world who can hit an absolute in the head and get away with it swearing in his heart to protect him no matter the cost over and over again.

lloyd made javier watch him die twice right in front of him just to keep him alive. there is no power on existence that could make javier allow anyone or anything to even think about harming lloyd again.

lloyd is fine

[kinsbin]

Family Dinner

Title: Family Dinner Ship: Alexys/Michael [Self Insert/OC] Word Count: 2100

Summary: The Seeds come over to the Sinclaire’s for a dinner. Joseph’s presence causes tension with Michael as he sets his sights on Alexys, and it’s up to her to calm her boyfriend down. 

A/N: Another comm for @space-sweetheart of her and @nadineselfships‘s OC Michael!!! This one was fun because Seed and Sinclair Dyamics are a wILD RIDE.

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It was tense.

The room had a sort of fog over it. It was the heavy set and dangerous type of fog that was near visible in the emotions of every human being standing in the doorway of the Sinclaire’s ranch. It suffocated each person and crushed their lungs in their chest as eyes warily searched about one another. Alexys could feel each breath she took in and let out, the exhale of air palpable in her sighs and she was suddenly all too aware of her breathing as she moved and shifted awkwardly from side to side from where she was standing. God, she thought with a bit of an annoyed huff through closed lips, she hated when things got like this. It made her want to disappear into a hole and wait for the tense air to pass. To hibernate through the winter of biting attitude and distrust and hopefully wake up in a world with a better view of itself.

Instead she was forced to sit through it. God she hated when the Seed Siblings came to visit the ranch.

It was necessary, she knew. With Nadine and John being an item, there was a natural sort of tension that threaded through the fabric of their family now. Michael always complained in private to her about it, and the memories would make her giggle from time to time as she brought them up like a movie reel in the back of her head. Her boyfriend pouting as they held one another, nuzzling into her shoulder and complaining bitterly about how much he didn’t trust John. How much he was worried for his sister and how he only let him live because Mother said he was allowed to. If he had ever hurt anyone in the family again, Nadine especially, he’d have to kill him. Each word was punctuated with anger, a dark grip on her waist that promised his threats to be true. She suppressed a smile at the memory.

With John, though, came the rest of the Seed siblings. The very same force that longed to kill and destroy the empire Michael and his family had built up after so many years. They were welcome into the Sinclaire’s home under a very specific set of circumstances in order to check on their beloved brother. Mother was good like that. She understood the importance of family and making sure they were safe at all times, and allowing the enemies into her base of operations even with the entire family present was more than a polite gesture.

Still, the Seeds always seemed to want more.

James didn’t trust it, of course. Not after the incident with Xena. Even now, in the midst of greeting the entering rival family, his girlfriend remained tight at his side. Narrowed eyes met each one’s gaze with an arm tucked tight to the smaller girls body, practically melding her into his form.  Michael, likewise, kept a sharp eye trailed on each Seed as they entered the room. Polite greetings made their rounds dully through lips that did not match eyes as the group watched one another like cats about to pounce. Alexys tried to smile but it felt uneasy, even with Michael by her side.

“It’s so nice that all of you are able to join us for dinner,” Mother spoke as though she did not notice the tension held tight in the room around them, her smile as warm as her soul as she nodded, “Seeing a family catch up with one another is always heartwarming to see.”

“Seeing the enemy in our ranch is less than heartwarming.” Michael’s tone was dull and sharp under his guarded facade. Alexys looked up to the man at her side and noted the way his emerald eyes hardened like stone, jaded and sharp as it observed the group before him as they sat down at the table having been set by both herself and Nadine. They had wanted a nice family dinner for a change, at least that was the hope they had tittered about in the kitchen while cutting up vegetables in preparation for the festivities. A pleasant meal where, for once, no politics would be discussed and no issues would be brought up. A hopeful meal that they would be able to enjoy in the company of their significant others and their families alike.

She could see now that was a short lived dream. Especially as Joseph’s (the eldest of the siblings she remembered) eyes settled on Michael’s and the two shared a long, hard moment of eye contact that felt like two dogs posturing at one another for dominance.  The edge of shock that rumbled through the entire table from their stares alone was enough to crumble the infrastructure of whatever hopes the rest of the family had dared to keep in their hearts about peace. Alexys let out a sigh through clenched teeth. It was going to be one hell of a dinner, certainly.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Joseph spoke with a smile as his eyes turned from Michael’s and to Mother’s instead, the facade of his grin all business as it hid something under it. Alexys could sense it, though she didn’t know how. She’d like to think that the time she had spent with Michael helped. That he had helped her to read between the lines of emotions and search for the truth buried deep inside of them. Hell, that was sometimes the only way she could fully understand Michael. Though, nowadays, he let her. He let her see his heart… To reach into him and understand him… He even did so with a smile on his lips, soft and loving towards her.

Alexys tried to hide the blush that burned on her cheeks. She shifted closer to Michael and her hand sought his out in the blindness of her sides. She felt the warmth of his fingertips and made her move to grip them as they sat together. Michael’s body tensed for a moment, eyes flickering over to her, and the ghost of a smile spread itself warmly on his mouth as his hand took hers in his own. It wrapped around hers and squeezed with a firm but gentle grip that signaled that, yes, he was here. He was at her side. As always, it would never change. The feeling made Alexys feel safer. It was more secure at his side. The lights around her seemed brighter and she was dizzy with the love that seemed to pulsate through their bodies as they touched.

This was where she wanted to be.

She just wished Joseph was able to see that.

The very thought of the man, who was still so clearly watching her, made her skin crawl as she bit her lip to offer a soft nod of acknowledgement towards him. Joseph nodded back, as though he thought they were sharing some sort of meaningful conversation. In her grip she could feel Michael’s hand tense up, a growl echoed somewhere in the back of his throat as he glared at the other man across from her.

“You’re looking at me like that again.” Joseph addressed Michael calmly as he continued to watch the other man.

MIchael scoffed, his tone of voice sharp as he raised an eyebrow towards Joseph. Blue and green eyes flashed like water and earth as they made careful note of one another and Alexys could already tell that this was not going to go well. She groaned internally and, from the corner of her eye, she caught Nadine and Xena shoving even more bread into their mouths in an effort to pretend they didn’t notice the scenario unfolding before them. She fought back a laugh at the two before focusing back on the men who had apparently decided they needed to do whatever it was they were doing at the dinner table.

“Like what?” Michael challenged as he stabbed his fork into a piece of potato with absent enthusiasm.

“Like I’m going to steal something from you,” Joseph observed with a tilt of his head, “Something you can’t replace in your heart…”

Michael growled darky under his breath, his hand gripping his fork harder with every passing moment of tension as he sneered, “Oh? Well, I mean, if you’re going to bring it up, this month marks the… what…. Third time you’ve tried to apprehend my significant other against her will? I must say you get points for creativity but, god, you piss me off each time.”

“Michael,” Nadine groaned somewhere in the corner, “Can we not do this while we-”

“Is that what you’re upset about? For me taking your toy from you?”

The words left Joseph’s lips and then Michael stood up. HIs hand freed itself from Alexys’ as he rose, gripping his knife tight in his hands and slamming it down across the table as he leaned forward, all but climbing over the furniture to reach Joseph. Joseph, in turn, did not flinch. He watched Michael approach him with the rage building in his eyes. The knife in Michael’s hand had imbedded itself sharply in the wood.

“You want to repeat that?” Michael’s voice was low with rage, “You’re telling me you think she’s just a TOY?”

“Is she not to you?” Joseph was genuinely surprised, it permeated his tone of voice as he stared up at the man threatening him with an even expression.

Alexys intervened then, reaching out and taking Michael’s arm in her hand. She could feel that he was shaking, his body vibrating at a violent speed as he physically restrained himself from stabbing the knife into Joseph’s flesh then and there. The rest of the table was tense with the confrontation, everyone watching with baited breath for the events to occur. If anything that bad were to happen, everyone knew, there would be a war at the table of Jesus tonight.

“Michael,” Alexys murmured as she tugged at him gently, “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

It took a long, tense second for Michael to relent, settling down and away from the table. The couple stood up and existed the dining room, leaving the group in a sea of quiet as they moved to one of the nearby bathrooms. Alexys brought Michael into it, locking the door behind them as she sighed and turned to face him.

She hated seeing him like this. Like he always got with the Seeds so close to him. He didn’t care about their disapproval. Nor their malice towards him, but, when that was directed towards Alexys? Towards her health and safety? He always became so livid.

Reaching out, she touched his cheeks. She held his face in her hands and brought him to look up to her with a soft smile. He held her gaze with his own worried one, body tense as a hand brought itself up and touched the top of hers, holding it close and pushing his cheek into her soft palm with a sigh.

“I worry…” Michael murmured, “One day what he say will make sense to you and… you will go with him of your own accord. You will think I use you as a toy but-! I promise, you are nothing like that to me. You are…. The most beautiful thing that’s been put in my presence since my life here and I will never, ever, take that for granted.”

Alexys smiled and leaned forward, her lips finding MIchael’s in a reassuring kiss that he returned with care, always so careful to handle her as they kissed and shared their emotions through the passion of their lips. She felt her body draw itself closer to his, pouring her emotions into the soul of the kiss they shared and running a hand through his hair as she sighed into his lips. When they pulled away, she put her forehead on his and he sighed, his breaths coming into tandem with her own. He was finally relaxing and, with a single smile, Alexys reassured him in a gentle tone of voice:

“I’m yours, and, I know you’ll never hurt me on purpose. I trust you, Michael, and love you and only you the most.”

And to that he smiled, the comfort she offered insurmountable as they shared the private moment together.

Things would be okay.

[afghangrl]

ghosts of my past (nedcan fic)

that’s not something he can forget. it’s not something he can run away from. are they good people? can they be good people?

can this be normal? 

it's what he thought first when they had started this. the first time he had given matthew a tulip, he could never forget the blush forming across his cheeks and his beaming smile.

he holds him tenderly, scared he’ll break. he watches his face bathe in the morning sunlight and how everything seems so soft. he’s had centuries ahead of him, relationships spanning beyond civil wars and peace treaties. yet he’s still here. on a chilly november morning in ottawa, watching his lover breathe through his sleep.

today is his last day here before he heads back to amsterdam later in the evening. even with the short vacation coming to an end, he still can't bring himself to go. they've done long distance, they know what to do. as personifications, they have their own responsibilities respective to their country's needs that they need to take care of. they can't ignore it. they both understand the pressures their positions put onto their relationship. 

however, even considering all of that, they still played this game for the last handful of decades. playing domestic, he's heard. sleeping together in the same bed. making breakfast in the morning. taking slow walks in the nature. holding hands when no one's looking. leaving an extra key out for the other one when they come to visit. this couple stuff, it's never suited him before. 

but that changed when he met matthew.

smoke. bullets. screaming. the unmistakable smell of blood. the fear and adrenaline combining together into something palpable. the stinging pain of hunger, the intense suffering of his people. tim thought it was never going to end. god wasn't looking out for him, he was sure of it. 

who knew that would change with the breakthrough of some thousand canadian soldiers. blistering through the threshold of war and fighting. trudging through mud and facing bullets. he remembers the relief washing over him. remembers the look on his people's face, gratitude engulfing the rest of the population as there was finally food, finally security, finally no more fighting.

he met him in the battle. a young blonde boy, he couldn't have been older than 18. 

im the personification of canada and i am here to help you.

after all, he saw what matthew was capable of. he was certainly no stranger to fighting. no stranger to biting bullet wounds or fresh blood. but, tim couldn't help but think at the time what a waste it was, seeing that beautiful face contorted in agony and exhaustion as he pushed himself through the final moments of the battle.

don't worry, you're safe with me. 

it was strange hearing that from such a young country. isn't that true though? he's had centuries ahead of him. plenty of decades where he managed to familiarize himself with the concept of pain, loss and defeat. his crimes against others and the crimes committed against him, while not forgotten, are shelved in the history books of time, plentifully describing the extent of the wounds. 

that’s not something he can forget. it’s not something he can run away from. are they good people? can they be good people?

can this be normal?

it's what he thought first when they had started this. the first time he had given matthew a tulip, he could never forget the blush forming across his cheeks and his beaming smile.

tim, thank you.

it was difficult playing this game. times change and attitudes evolve. countries forming relationships with another was not exactly taboo but it wasn't encouraged either. just what do you say when everything ends? do the both of you pretend nothing happens and move on? for tim, there was nothing more painful than acting like the past was nothing but the past.

he supposed he received the most retaliation from france. after all, they have known each for centuries.

i swear to god, if you break his heart i will end you. 

tim was hesitant at first, not even considering the threats from matthew's family. england sent him a very pointed glare at world meetings and he heard america talk about the physics required to murder someone via baseball.

im not letting that cheapskate near my brother, no way!

tim thought to himself, could this even happen? he was way too old, hardened by centuries of existing as a permanent entity who has faced countless atrocities. matthew was . . . young. he was no stranger to pain, but he was a stranger to tim's inner demons.

tim thought it was a useless pursuit, it would never work out. the tulips were just a harmless gift that just immortalized his gratitude. there was nothing more to it. it was just something to maintain friendly relations.

he should have never underestimated matthew. after all, you never want to be the cause that triggers canadian rage. 

he stomps after him angrily and manages to corner him in a secluded part of the hall. the meeting had just finished up and everyone was going back to their hotel rooms. matthew had left his group of family members to hunt him down. tim looks back at matthew passively and matthew frowns even harder.

"so that's just it? you send me tulips and you never talk to me again?"

tim looks away, expressionless. he never wanted to have this conversation. he knew it was going to be painful for the both of them, especially matthew. matthew begins to tear up. he hated being an angry crier. 

"look, i don't care if you don't return my feelings, okay? but don't ghost on me. if you don't feel the same way, at least tell me! i can't keep on waiting for you and hoping that something is going to come out of this. i can't-"

the tears come flowing down and matthew begins to sob. embarrassed, he turns way and tries to leave only to fail as tim embraces him tightly and doesn't let go. matthew doesn't fight back and cries harder in tim's arms. tim just squeezes him harder.

"i always felt the same way, matthew. i was scared of hurting you. but i always loved you, after that day.”

matthew looks up with a sad expression. 

"then why didn't you tell me? you could have never hurted me. if you believe in us happening, then that's all we need, right?"

that's all they needed. and that's all they will ever need. tim looks down at matthew and his expression softens significantly. he brushes the tears on matthew's face and leans in. matthew leans in and the two share a quiet kiss, stolen between the murmurs of the rest of the world.

after that day, tim did everything he could to make sure matthew never cried again. he hated seeing him in pain. 

tim crawls back into bed, wanting to share his final moments with matthew before he had to gather everything and head for the airport. matthew cuddled up to him and the two entered a dreamless sleep.

there is no prediction to what tomorrow holds or where they will be in the next 100 years. but what was certain was the present, and that they will always have each other. 

[sassysweetstories]

Forgive Me...

Request: “Could I request an Isaac lahey x reader story where he returns, and shes glad to see him at first, but then she remembers how he left without saying goodbye and she gets really angry with him?”

Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, minor kissing, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.

Third P.O.V

There he was. Standing across the room from her, looking as radiant and handsome as ever. It’s like he never changed. But she was sure he did. Whether it was physical or not, he changed. But so did she. (Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a wave of happiness wash over her when she saw him standing there, his usual smile on the face she’s always adored. To think, when someone is gone as long as Isaac was, you’d think you’d forget a face like that. But for (Y/n), she’d never forget him. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t forget him. Looking deeply into his eyes, memories fluttered before her. Their first conversation, the meaningful words that followed, the hugs and kisses and sacrifices that were made. The nights spent cuddled in each other’s arms when things were at it’s worst, or the stupidly funny things they did to not lose hope, to not lose light, was still there.

He was there for her, and visa versa. But as she looked at him, she begun to grow angry, livid even. Why? Good question. In that moment, (Y/n) felt more mad than ever before. She thought of the wonderful things shared between her and that boy, all of which was tainted by the idea that he had left her. They had always had one another’s backs. So when he left, without a simple goodbye either, she felt truly alone. (Y/n) had the option of going to the other pack members for a shoulder to cry on but none of them were like him. None of them could understand her the way he could. Isaac’s and (Y/n)’s non-verbal bond was more pro-found than anyone could comprehend. They didn’t even have to say anything to make things better for the other. All they had to do was be there, with them. 

But since Isaac up and left, she’d have to deal with things on her own. (Y/n) had to cope with the events that continued to occur around Beacon Hills all by herself. She was reminded, upon looking at the boy she’d once adored, that he had left her to bare the weight all by her lonesome self. When Isaac first saw her, he grinned from ear to ear, happy to have her back in his life. But as he took a step forward, her smile turned into a deep scowl, almost as haunting as Derek’s. Her eyes, though she was very human, grew exceptionally dark and menacing. A sight that made Isaac regret his regards.

She had changed just as much as he probably did. The pack noticed the tension flourish rapidly within the confines of the home. It was so quick and hot, like an untameable wildfire. The tension was so thick, it was practically palpable. Scott backed away from Isaac, happy to not be the center of attention, and not on the other end of (Y/n)'s treacherous glare. Isaac in that moment was afraid, petrified even. Glancing back down at the hardwood floor, he couldn't hold her sharp, viper-like gaze as he spoke shakily. "(Y/n)-" She interrupted with a bit of a bite, making everyone in the room jump in surprise. (Y/n) wasn’t a rough person to begin with. Most of the time, she was soft spoke and sweet. But right now, she was something none of them had ever seen. Livid. 

“How was France? I was waiting for my postcard. I never got one though, odd thing, letters. But fuck the letters, what about a phone-call? Nah, you probably didn’t have service. Obviously understandable. But ya know what you could have done.. You could have fucking told me you were leaving, Isaac!!” She yelled the last part, her back as straight as a razor blade. He tried to reason with her but deep down he knew it was hopeless. “(Y/n), I didn’t want to say goodbye because I knew’d it’d hurt too much-” She screamed, making everyone jump in surprise. “DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT! LIFE IS ABOUT HURT! YOU CAN’T AVOID IT BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU TRY TO, IT’S GOING TO COME BACK AND BITE YOU IN THE ASS TENS TIMES HARDER THAN BEFORE!” 

She took a deep breath, continuing. “GOD, DID YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT ME?! WAS ANY OF IT REAL?! DID YOU THINK ABOUT ME WHEN YOU DECIDED TO UP AND GO?! I’VE DEPENDED UPON YOU FOR EVERYTHING AND WHEN YOU LEFT WITHOUT TELLING ME, IT WAS LIKE A PIECE OF ME DIED! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO COPE WITHOUT YOU! GOD, DON’T TELL ME THAT IT WOULD HAVE HURT TO SAY GOODBYE, THAT’S BULLSHIT! THAT’S OBVIOUS! YOU CANNOT AVOID PAIN! BUT BY LEAVING US, LEAVING ME, YOU MADE THINGS WORSE!” (Y/n) breaths heavily, pulsating with rage as Isaac’s hands begun to tremble. Neither one of them enjoyed fighting, did whatever they could to prevent it. But right now, (Y/n) was too livid to care. 

“Don’t expect a hug from me anytime soon. Actually, don’t expect anything from me ever again.” She said shortly before turning on her heel towards the door. When she finally tore her gaze away from him, she couldn’t help but sigh. Whatever anger she had had was now gone, dispersed from her completely. Now she felt exhausted, physically and emotionally drained. But before she could reach the door of the McCall home, she heard a familiar voice from behind her. The voice she once adored. “If you were done with me, you wouldn’t let me do this.” Isaac’s voice. He grabbed her shoulder, not roughly but enough for her to turn back towards him. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, he cupped his long calloused hands on either side of her face. Kissing her passionately. 

The kiss shared between them was like fire, passionate and bright. Whatever anger she possessed towards that boy had completely left her.  As Isaac kissed the love of his life, he knew he’d never allow her slip through his fingers again. Leaving her was the hardest thing he’d ever done. Not again. Once he pulled away, he grinned down at her, a tear falling onto his cheek. “I am so sorry that I left you. I swear to god, I thought- I thought that if I left without telling you that it would be easier. But I was wrong.. God, I was such a fucking idiot for thinking that it would be easier.. (Y/n), I cannot live without you by my side. I was going mad without you in France. You kept me grounded and I am so sorry for ever leaving you. Please forgive me..” 

(Y/n) was quiet for a minute, really taking in his words. The silence made Isaac worried but not for long as she pulled him back into a loving kiss once more. Instinctively, he wrapped his massive hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him until their stomachs touched. When she pulled away, she couldn’t help but give him a soft smile. “I forgive you, Isaac. Please don’t go.” Pulling her into a warm hug, he smiled. He got his girl back. “Never. I won’t leave. Not again. I love you, (Y/n).” Nudging her head into his shirt, she smiled. Beyond happy to have him back. 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

[ffssenpainoticeme-blog]

Jealousy is Mint Green

MATURE CONTENT BE ADVISED!

Yoogni ft. Taehyung smut

1.8K (smut/angst)

(violence/rough/harsh language)

Taking request*

   It’s after dinner and you’re standing at the sink washing dishes. “It’s so quiet, I wish yoongi would come home.” You think back on the day you met. It was raining and you forgot your umbrella. “Of course it rains the day I forget my umbrella at the apartment.” You were waiting under an awning for the rain to lighten up. “Dammit it’s not going to quit I’m going to be late.” You decided to make a run for it. As you dart from one awning to the next trying to stay dry you lose your footing and fall back. You close your eyes bracing for impact. That’s when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist saving you. “Are you ok miss?” Said a deep velvety voice laced with concerned. You look up to lock eyes with your savior. He’s absolutely gorgeous, mint green hair wet from the rain, dark brown eyes, plump lips, perfect teeth, and strong arms. You got lost in his eyes, how much time has passed? “Miss?” He said again even more concerned. You finally broke away from his gazed and stood up. “Ah y-yes.” You stumbled over you’re words, “I’m fine, t-thank you for saving me.. uhh.. ” “Min Yoongi” he said smoothly. “Thank you Min Yoongi for saving me.” You bowed deeply in thanks. From that day forth he was there waiting to cross your path.   

   Now two years later you’re living together deeply in love. Deep in thought reminiscing over your love something grabs your waist. “Jesus Christ!” You scream at the top of your lungs only to hear Yoongi laughing like a lunatic. “Yoongi! I could have broken the dishes! What’s wrong with you.” You were scolding him but all he did was flash his famous gummy smile. He knew just how to melt your heart. He embraced you with one hand on the back of your neck and the other in the small of your back, burying his face in your neck and hair. “Ah I have missed you so much jigiya.” He said with a sigh. “You smell and feel like home. It’s been that way since the day we first met.”  As you embraced each other at the kitchen sink the doorbell rang once twice then just a steady onslaught of *ding-dong ding-dong.* That only meant one thing. “Fucking Taehyung.” Yoongi hissed the words. “What the fuck does that brat want now?”  

  You smiled to yourself he’s so cute when he gets huffy. Yoongi opens the door and Taehyung barges in, “where is Noona!? I need to speak to her!” As he is walking in Yoongi catches him by the collar of his shirt. “So you think you can waltz into my house and call for my woman like that Taehyung.” His words held a little jealousy in them. “Oh hyung where’s Noona?” He completely ignored Yoongis question. “I’ll ask again Taehyung,” his words were sharp, “why did you burst into my home looking for MY girlfriend.”  

   You walked in from the kitchen knowing yoongis temper and Taehyungs one tract mind this was going to end badly. “Taehyung what brings you to our home.” Yoongi shoots you a look. “He was just leaving jagiya, weren’t you Tae.” He said it more as a statement than a question. “I have something to tell you, noona.” He again ignored yoongi, who was growing more angry by the second. You tried to calm his rising rage, “look Taehyung it’s not a good time right now.” “Yes exactly, go home Taehyung you have no business with my jagiya.”  

   Yoongis jealousy is nothing new to you. He’s always giving guys dirty looks for even breathing in your direction. “Ok but I have to tell you something before I go, I love you Noona, I always have.” At this confession the rooms atmosphere changes. Yoongis rage is palpable, he picks Taehyung up and slams him into the wall. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK TAEHYUNG!?” He’s spitting the words inches away from Taehyungs face. You try to calm Yoongi down by putting your hand on his shoulder in his blind rage he pushes you away and you crumple to the floor letting out a small whimper. “What is wrong with you Yoongi!?” Taehyung screams “are you ok noona!?” Worry is visible on his face. Yoongi now realizing what he is done drops Tae and runs over to you. “Jagiya im so sorry, are you hurt?” Fear and regret paint his face. Tears well up in your eyes as you smack his hand away from your face, and you run into the bathroom and lock the door.  

   You can hear Yoongi yelling at Taehyung, “this is all your fault You little bastard! Who the fuck confesses their love to a taken woman!?” He is so angry you can feel it from the bathroom, “get the fuck out of house Taehyung you’re lucky I don’t kick your ass!” Before he leaves Tae raises his voice to you, “I’m so sorry noona I’ll be going, if you need anything call me.” Before Yoongi slammed the door in his face he spat out the words, “she doesn’t need you she has me!”  

   The tears are a steady stream now, you know he didn’t mean to hurt you. It didn’t even really hurt you physically, but emotionally you were distraught. A knock comes at the bathroom door. “Jagiya, I-I-I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You can hear the tears forming in the back of his throat. “Go away Yoongi” you replied half heartedly. You really didn’t want him to go away. You just couldn’t bare to hear or see him cry. “Ja-jagiya…” he was sobbing the words. “I would never hurt you.. you-you know that right?” Hearing him like this made you cry harder allowing a sob to escape your lips. Yoongi now beating on the door. “Jagiya please don’t sob like that when I can’t hold you. Open the door please.” At his pleas you open the door, his eyes swollen and red, with a steady flow of tears falling out of them. He embraced you like you were going to vanish. “Jagiya im so sorry.. I never meant to.. my anger..” he’s crying so hard he can’t even form sentences.  

  You decided to calm his worries and silence his broken sentences with a soft kiss. You put all of your feelings, all of your love in that one kiss. He melted into you, the tension leaving his body at once making him sigh into your kiss. He digs his fingers in your hair and deepens the kiss. “Jagiya im going to make up for this, I’m going to apologize to your body with mine.” Those words he whispered into your mouth left you shaking with anticipation.  

  He picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom. Laying you softly on the bed with soft kisses to your neck and collar bone. He begins to remove your shirt with the utmost care whispering sweet nothings into you’re ear. You grab his hand, “jagiya is everything ok?” Fear in his voice. “I want you to fuck you like you hate me Min Yoongi.”  Your blunt words making his mouth fall open. “Jagiya what did you just say?” “Fuck me like you hate me Min Yoongi.” At those words you threw him off of you and onto the floor. “I don’t want pity sex, I want you fuck life into me.” And with those words leaving your lips you rip his clothes of clawing like a wild animal at the fabric. “Jagiya are you sure about this?” He ask as if he’s uncertain but you can tell from his erection that he’s anything but uncertain. “As you wish jagiya.” He says as he picks you up and slams you on the bed. “Yes Yoongi let out you’re rage on my body with yours.” With those words he drops to his knees, rips your panties off, and buries his face between your legs.  

   He waste no time with teasing, moaning into your folds as you writhe with pleasure. The tight ball in your stomach becomes unbearable. “Yes oppa, oh my fucking god!” You can’t hold back your screams any longer. Yoongi stops looking up at you licking your juices off his face. “It’s been a while since you’ve called me that jagiya.” You didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling that gummy smile of his. “Now that your good and wet…” he slams his erection inside of you causing you to call out. “Fuck me oppa! Fuck me like you hate me!”  

   He flips you over onto your stomach and grabs a handful of hair as he pumps hard and fast. “Ah jagiya tight as ever, you feel so fucking good.” His breathless moans push you further to complete ecstasy. With one hand in your hair and one on your waist he pumps inside of you harder than he ever has. You clamp down on his erection ready to climax. “Oh no not yet jagiya.” He pulls out and sticks his erection in your mouth. “It’s my turn, suck it like you mean it.” His voice has always turned you on, and this time was no different. You open your mouth wide to accommodate his girth. You take it all, every last bit moaning the whole time because you know that’s what gets him going.  

  Yoongi throws his head back, “yes jagiya you look so pretty with it in your mouth like that.” As you get him closer to climax you push him on to the bed. “I’m in control now oppa.” You say with a smile on your face. As you straddle him and guide him between your folds you slam down causing him a moan to form deep in his throat. You swivel your hips at a fast tempo only to have him grab you, wrap his arms around you and start to thrust upwards into you. You clench one last time and he screams, “yes Jagiya!!” At the same time you scream “oppa!”  

   You can no longer hold your weight and collapse on top of Yoongi. You sigh as he traces your spine with his fingers. “Jagiya…” he said in a hushed manner.. “you aren’t going to leave me for that little brat are you?” You grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face with it, “don’t be stupid Yoongi you’re the only little brat for me.” He let out a soft chuckle as you cuddled into his neck. “Good..” was all he could say before he fell asleep. You stayed up a while longer watching him sleep so peacefully. “I love you so much Min Yoongi.” You whispered as you followed suit and fell into a deep sleep.